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Striding away from Paige, groupies mob me as I cross the floor.
“Hey, Viper,” Nance rubs her hand over my cock in a blatant invitation.
I hesitate. The best way to get Naomi’s temper tantrum silent treatment out of my head is to fuck it out. My eyes dip to Nance’s face. She flutters her lashes, pouting up at me, her hand stroking my still flaccid cock through my jeans.
Jesus. I’m not even the smallest bit tempted. What is wrong with the prick? I’ve fucked Nance plenty of times before. I’ve never had an issue getting hard around her. She giggles, rubbing her tits over me. Her hair tickles my nose, which I wrinkle. She smells like harsh perfume.
Gritting my teeth, I step away from her, smirking. “Not tonight, Nance.”
“What the fuck, Viper?” she whines, but I’m already striding away from her. Maybe if she smelled like peaches, I would have a better chance of tricking my cock into thinking it was Naomi. But that’s just pathetic.
Fuming, I drop onto the barstool beside Palmer, lifting a finger to indicate to Trent that I want another whiskey. It lands in front of me as I tune into the fucking weird conversation.
I have no idea where Palmer and Lisa were, but Shelley seemed to think Lisa wouldn’t be coming tonight. Shelley and Merch have bailed, and Vicky is dry-humping Rooster on one of the couches across the room.
“I should get to pick. I’m the one who has to listen to it. I should at least get to listen to whatever the fuck I want,” Palmer snaps, his forehead pressed against Lisa’s.
“It’s my wedding. I get to pick the music,” Lisa hisses, jerking her head away from his. Palmer’s lips flatten into a thin line. “Haven’t you heard? The bride gets the final say.”
Palmer’s lips twist angrily. “You can’t even fucking hear it! Why do you care?”
He’s howling about it loud enough for Lisa to hear, even if he isn’t all up in her face. She turns back to him, her eyes flashing. That’s a dangerous look from a woman. Palmer’s in for a world of pain.
“Hey!” Lisa snaps back at him. “You’ve fucked just about every woman in this room. You don’t see me getting pissy about it. I get the final say on the music.”
Ouch. That’s a home truth that’s gotta suck. Palmer grits his teeth, shutting up and glaring sullenly at his fiancée. He looks mutinous, but he’s so going to capitulate. This is why I’m never having a wedding. Why would you want to fight before what’s supposed to be such a happy day?
“Unlucky,” I mutter. Lisa won’t hear me from the other side of Palmer.
He flips me off. If looks could kill, I’d be six feet under.
“Shut up, fuckhead. I’ll sneak at least one good song in. She’ll never know.”
Smirking at him, I nurse my whiskey, leaning my elbows on the bar. Lisa would one hundred percent know if Palmer snuck something in. He’s such a pussy when it comes to her, so he won’t dare risk upsetting her.
I have no idea how men I know to be as hard as they come – Bruiser, Aric, Palmer, Merch, all of them – are such fucking pussies when it comes to their women. You’ll never see me fawning over some chick. Not in this lifetime.
Lisa turns back to Palmer with an innocent smile. He perks up at the look.
“You can pick the music if Vicky can come to the wedding,” she offers, fluttering her lashes. One groupie and he gets what he wants? She should have driven a harder bargain. Maybe Palmer knows what he’s doing after all….
“Never fucking happening. You can make us listen to fucking opera for hours, and I won’t cave,” he snaps.
“Fine. Maybe I will.”
“Fine.”
They glower at each other, sniping away. Now they’re talking about Lisa’s parents coming. Chuckling, I sip my whiskey. This is definitely taking my mind off Naomi. I don't know what Palmer’s problem is with Vicky attending his wedding. He’s never fucked her.
Chapter 12
NAOMI
Sunlight filters through the chink in the curtains. I stare through gritty eyes at the ceiling. I have no idea how long I cried last night, but I didn’t fall asleep.
No. I stayed up half the night, listening for Viper’s motorbike to indicate he came home. It was almost one in the morning when he finally came in through the garage.
But I didn’t sleep then either. I was too busy straining and straining to hear if he came back alone. I couldn’t hear anything other than doors opening and closing. I even crept over to my door and listened through it, trying to hear any sex sounds. There wasn’t any, but even after I went back to bed, I tossed and turned until now.
