“Just as long as I can keep my leg, I’m okay with that.” I thank Davidson, who refreshes their round of beers and slips one in there for me, too.
“Fender’s on fire tonight,” Tempest remarks. “I heard he ran into an old bandmate of his in Vegas. Said he was looking for a lead singer. Wants him.”
This is the first I’m hearing about this, considering I spent nearly a week with the guy out there.
“Is he gonna do it?” Vet asks, worried. The thought of Fender not being around. It’s a bummer.
“I think he’s considering it.”
“Should we be concerned?” I tread lightly.
Tempest shrugs. But his hard mug looks troubled.
“We’ll just have to watch him. I’ll go with him if I have to,” Vet volunteers himself. He’s the youngest, and for sure the most impressionable out of all of us. But if I needed someone to watch me, he’d be a good choice.
“Maybe he can teach you how to talk to a real kitten instead of the furry ones you’re used to.” I nudge him.
“Shut the fuck up.” He shoves me.
I smile. Damn, it’s good to be home.
“I need another bottle of Jack,” Vanessa yells to Davidson, and then makes a point to look directly at me. I track her path, and instead of heading to the basement where all the extra liquor is stored, she heads into the back room, tossing come-fuck-me eyes over her shoulder before she slips inside.
“Looks like someone is waiting for you.” Bone pops his ginger eyebrows. “Better go make some good work of her before the bar gets too busy.”
I feel like I'm put on the spot. Truth be told, getting laid was the last thing on my mind tonight. I just wanted to get drunk and hang out with my boys.
Liv is a huge weight on my conscience. Getting over her isn’t going to happen overnight.
I’ve tried to put her out of my head. Told myself I needed to move on. Convince myself she’s better off without me. Wasn’t that the whole point of letting her go?
But even when I think I made the right decision, doubt creeps in. It oozes through the tiny cracks and makes me question myself. Question everything.
I told you I was a hot damn mess. Hot, cold, black, white, up, down. I don’t know which direction I’m going in.
“What are you waiting for? You better saddle up.” Bone all but throws me like a javelin. “Or else I’m going to be the one paying Harley a visit.”
Saddle up. Shit, that’s precisely what it feels like. Like I’m breaking in a wild horse for the first time. But maybe this is exactly what I need. To just rip the bandage off and ride the damn pony. The sooner things get back to normal, the sooner I can move on from Liv. This time for good. No residual feelings. A clean break. No regrets.
I chug my beer until there is barely anything left in the bottle.
I hit Bone on the arm. “Catch you in a few.”
He slams on the bar top and barks at me, Vet and Tempest joining in. “The boy is back.”
“Fucking hell.” I shake my head and escape into the back room. I get déjà vu seeing Vanessa propped up on a poker table, ready and willing for me to have my wicked way with her.
No man can deny she is totally enticing. The complete package. Beautiful face, huge tits, perfect body.
“Hey.” She wastes no time putting her lips on me. Pulling me into a wet, sloppy kiss that should turn me on like crazy. Usually, Vanessa’s kisses are like a stimulant for my hormones, but their effects are less than stellar tonight.
She tries harder, kissing me more aggressively, pulling at my shit, running her hand over my cock.
I try to clear my mind. To throw myself into it. I’m attracted to her. I want her. I want to fuck her.
Pushing her back onto the card table, I really give it my all. Squeezing her tits, plucking at her nipples, and grinding my pelvis between her legs. She’s hot and bothered, while I’m lukewarm and struggling.
“Let me go down on you,” she huffs with her messy hair all over her face.
