Page 11 of Unruly

I laugh, shooting Dawson a look and he nods. Halle is Colt’s sister and the last thing I need is my friend knowing I dream of fucking his sister with her ass in the air, smacking it until it’s covered in red welts from my hand.

Rhett, having heard our conversation, mutters something under his breath and takes a hard shot, the cue ball slamming into the others. Colt watches Rhett as he stalks around the table, taking his next shot.

Something’s been festering between those two for days, but I’m not bothering to find out.

Once our game ends, Rhett goes into the bathroom, Colt following him a few minutes later. I glance toward the bar again, unable to help myself.

Dawson sighs. “You’re hopeless.”

“Yeah. But at least I’ve got good taste,” I admit with a smirk.

He snorts and re-racks the balls for the next players. “Keep telling yourself that.”

“Come with me to get one more.” I nod my head toward the bar and both of us walk over there before sitting down.

“Last one?” Halle says as she walks over.

“For me, or like, a general announcement?” I ask.

“For you. Rhett just walked out—figured you were coming to close out.”

I shake my head. “He can’t go nowhere. Dawson is driving.”

Dawson pushes his now-empty Shirley Temple onto the bar mat. “Yeah. But we can do another one.”

Halle nods and leaves to grab our drinks.

The Bar has calmed down a lot since earlier, when I was up here, with only the old men over on the other end. One of them, Boyd, leans over and makes eye contact with me.

“Hey, Cash! You ever had a Hurricane?”

I raise an eyebrow. “Like the fruity shit you get at the beach?”

Boyd laughs. “No. Like the shot.”

Halle comes back and sets our drink down. “I showed him a video of a girl making it. But he’s too scared to try it.”

I narrow my eyes. This man has been drinking since he was in his diapers, and he’s too scared of a shot. “Well, fuck. If it means I can out-drink Boyd for once in my life, I’ll do it.”

Boyd laughs. “Oh hell yeah! Come on, Halle. Do it.”

Halle smirks. “I don’t think it’s a good idea…”

“You don’t think I can handle it?”

“No, I’m afraid you may like it too much,” she quips.

I shake my head. “Make it for me.”

Halle takes a deep breath and shrugs. “Okay. Just…don’t be mad at me.” She grabs a shot glass and pours a shot of something clear inside, along with a plastic cup of water.

“Wow…you’re giving me a chaser for some, what…Tequila?” I scoff.

Halle hops up on the bar and sits in front of me, her ass bouncing as her legs swing over the ledge. Her legs cage me in, and she’s so fucking close I can smell her faintly sweet scent, making my mouth water.

She looks down at me, pink hair falling around her face, lips slightly parted, eyes dark with a smug look. She’s fucking gorgeous like this. “Lean back—head all the way, mouth open,” she says.

I grin up at her. “God, I love the bartender here. She’s so bossy and mean. I’m going to come here every night.”