“No,” I say firmly, shaking my head before she even has a chance to say anything.
My brow furrows at my own words. Why am I turning down willing pussy? I look at my hands as I takemy beer and take a sip of the crisp, cool drink.
I’m not myself. Ever since Pamela, I’ve noticed I’ve had a bit of a dry spell. And I’ve never had a dry spell.
But something causes me to shudder when this woman touches me, and not in a good way. Just the thought of fucking her makes my stomach churn. I know this sounds crazy, but a random fuck seems really unappealing to me right now. She’s too tall, her eyes are too blue and not even a little bit green, and she’s too thin. She’s…
Well—fuck!
She’s not Micky.
Micky!
I groan in frustration. Why didn’t I get her phone number?
What the hell am I holding out for? I can’t turn down eager pussy over a girl I’ll never see again!
I turn my head and notice the blonde is still here, staring at me. I don’t think she’s used to being turned down.
“How many drinks have you had?” I ask her, noticing her face is flushed and her eyes don’t appear to be focused.
“Does it matter?” she asks, running a hand up my chest, leaning into me.
I have to turn my head away. Her breath smells of stale beer and tortilla chips. She’s definitely drunk, and my dick might actually shrink if she touches it. When have I ever cared about this before?Power through! I tell myself. I have to fuck someone. May as well be her—right? What the fuck am I waiting for?
“Are you a bronc rider?” she asks coyly. Her fingers walk up my chest.
“I used to be,” I say. “Now I teach young riders,” I explain.
“You have a mature look about you.” Is that just another way of saying I look old?
She kisses my jaw as her hand moves down my shirt. “Can I call you Daddy?”
Nope!
Nope!
Fuck me!
I’m done!
I can’t do this!
It’s like the universe is fucking with me! I’m waiting for Micky to walk around the corner and point at me, laughing. She’d be bent over, slapping her knee, pointing and saying, “Oh my God! She actually asked to call you Daddy! Oh my God!”
I can’t get the green-eyed girl out of my fucking head!
“Look, darlin’,” I say, turning my body before she can grab my dick, “I’m not interested.”
I grab her hand and remove it from my person.
“You’re not serious.” She curls her upperlip in a sneer.
“I’m serious.” I give her a curt nod.
“Are you gay or something?”
My hands fist on my legs. My mouth hardens, and my eyes drift to Zeke and Max, who frown.
