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CHAPTEREIGHT
She Drives Me Crazy
“Beast, eyes on the prize man,” Dom says, shoving his fist into my bicep a few days later. “Look at that piece of ass, fucking delicious.”
Lifting my hazy-as-fuck gaze from the bottom of my triple shot glass of bourbon, I look up at Nancy shaking her arse before me, the strobe lights of the strip club fucking with my ability to see straight. Well, that and the half bottle of bourbon I’ve sunk in the last hour. Yeah, she’s fit. Sexy as fuck, in fact, but these past couple weeks my dick has decided to go on a leave of fucking absence and nothing and no one is turning me on. Which is a fucking shame because I really could use a good fuck to clear my head.
“Pretty,” I mumble, knocking back the burning liquid and jerking my chin towards Natalie, tapping my glass. She gives me a warm smile that’s filled with the promise of a really good fuck.
Dom chuckles as she walks over. “Ah, I get it. You’re after the brunette tonight, not the blonde. Fancy a change of scenery?” he asks.
“Something like that,” I agree, holding out my glass as Natalie fills it up.
We’ve slept together before, several times actually. She’s a good lay and whilst I appreciate her come-hither eyes, my cock is in a coma, and I’m starting to worry it might never fucking wake up again.
“Are you free later?” Natalie asks me, earning her a glare from Nancy who doubles-down with her provocative dancing and starts shaking her beautiful pendulous tits in a way that has Dom shifting uncomfortably in his seat. Fuck it, he can have her. She knows the score, they all do. I’m very good to the women I choose to take into my bedroom, but I’m not the type of man you tie down.
“Sorry, sweetcheeks, I’m busy.”
Natalie nods, her fingers curling around my forearm briefly. “Shame, I’ve missed you.”
Dom snorts out a laugh, and without taking his eyes off of Nancy—who’s doing her best to make me jealous—says, “Babe, get in line. Beast’s cock is legendary.”
“Oh, don’t I know it,” she laughs, pressing a cheeky kiss against my cheek before sashaying off towards the table where Carter is entertaining theKing, aka no-one-knows-his-real-name-because-he’s-a-secretive-certifiable-wankstain of epic proportions. I don’t like him.
Hisnameprecedes him, and nothing about him is good. I mean, nothing about any of us is good, but at least I don’t beat on women. That dick has a cock so small he feels the need to take out his underwhelming manhood on every woman he abuses. The prick. But Carter does what Carter wants, and despite my advice not to get mixed up with the King, he fucking ignored me.
So, here we are.
I take another swig of my drink, relishing the burn. I really shouldn’t be drinking this much, but Dom and the rest of the guys have got this. Besides, it’s my day off. Kind of. Getting pissed isn’t usually my bag, but I’m in need of forgetting a certain someone who is so beyond off limits, it’s not even funny.
“Hey, Beast.” Sammy, another stripper and regular fuck, waves from the other side of the club. She gives me a smile, coyly biting her lip like she’s an innocent virgin. I can confirm she is neither innocent nor virginal.
“Hey!” I grunt, tipping my head in acknowledgment.
“Fuck, I don’t know how you do it, man,” Dom says, side-eying me. “They’reallhot for you. Every single dancer in the club,andall the staff. Even the fucking men.”
“What can I say,” I shrug, “Everyone wants a ride on my dick.”
“Seriously though, how the fuck do you do it?”
“That’s easy, mate. I put their needs first and no woman leaves my bed unless they’ve had multiple orgasms. It’s a pride thing. I ain’t about wham, bam, thank you ma’am. You should try it sometime.”
“Dom pleasing a woman? He’s got a better chance pleasing his mum,” Mark comments as he steps up beside us.
“Fuck you, prick,” Dom retorts with a smirk as he looks up at his best mate who was also supposed to be off tonight, but clearly Carter had other ideas.
“You know it’s true. Or maybe that’s me who’s got a better chance at pleasing your mum. How is Dolly anyway?” Mark asks, winking at me.
Dom snorts with laughter. “Funny ha ha! You're just jealous because your scrawny arse can’t get the girls.”
We all laugh then, because there isn’t one soldier of Carter’s who could be classed as scrawny. Mark is a big guy too, and with his Mediterranean heritage, his dark hair and deep blue eyes are a firm favourite with the ladies. He’s a good man. Solid. Fucking hilarious too, especially when he starts winding up the fighters of Tales. He never means any disrespect and it’s all harmless banter.
“Everything alright, Mark? Didn’t think you were on duty tonight,” I say, fist bumping him.
“Wasn’t supposed to be, but Carter called me in given we’ve got an extra special guest to look after tonight.”
“Yeah, he’s certainly fucking special,” I mutter, eyeing the King as I knock back another mouthful.
