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He pats my back. “Thanks, man. I figured she was too young for you anyway but wanted to be sure.”
Asshole. I don’t watch him go over to her. My self-restraint isn’t that strong. Instead, I down my shot and ask for another.
14
Taylor
Ilaugh as Tripp throws the dart, missing his target. Davina got here a little while ago and is kicking his ass. She’s a damn beast at darts. Bishop tried to warn him.
“Hey, did you see where Chris…Munsey went? Haven’t seen him in a while.”
Bishop shakes his head. We’re all here celebrating my accomplishment, and all I can do is wonder why the one person I truly want here isn’t. He was sitting at the bar earlier, but I lost sight of him when we started playing.
I excuse myself and go look for him. One thing my past taught me is not to give up so easily. Don’t just lay there and take it. Fight.
With no luck in the VIP lounge or stock room, I slip out back. He’s sitting on the steps, joint in hand. I sit down beside him and take the joint. After a long drag, I give it back to him.
“Thought you were inside with your date.”
“Tripp?”
“Yeah, you two looked mighty fucking cozy in there.”
He’s jealous, and that makes me smile. I want him jealous. Hell, I want him possessive. I want him to own every part of me. And I want to own him in return.
“I’m not interested in Tripp.”
“No? Well, he’s interested in you. He’s closer to your age. Go have a blast.”
Tripp is closer to my age, but he’s not who I want. He’s a friend. I don’t know how else to make that clearer to Christian.
“I came here with you. I’m leaving with you.”
And if I had my way, I’d be staying with him too, but I’m trying to be patient. Give him the time he needs. I’m ready whenever he is.
“Well, let’s get the fuck out of here.”
15
Munsey
Tonight is supposed to be her night, her celebration, but she doesn’t hesitate for a second. We walk around to the front of the bar, and I climb on my bike, holding a helmet out for her. She doesn’t question me on where we’re going. Doesn’t ask when we’ll be back.
“Hold on tight,” I instruct and speed out of the parking lot.
My damn dick is hard as a rock, straining against my jeans, and she’s barely even touching me. I can’t deny that I want her. She wants me, too. She made that clear when she wrapped her perfect fucking lips around my cock.
I ride through the city, enjoying the night and doing my best to get my hard-on under control before we stop. Admitting that I want her doesn’t mean I should have her. If I were a good man, I’d take her back to Harlot’s Haven. Let her celebrate with her friends.
But I’m not a good man.
Still, she’s not some club whore. Not some random chick I can stick my cock in and not bother calling. She’s Taylor.
I take a left, knowing exactly where I’m going, and pray I can exercise some self-restraint. The old gym has become a place I frequent lately. When I didn’t feel at home at the clubhouse, I came here.
“I’ve come here so often, the owner gave me a key,” I explain, opening the door and motioning her inside.
The usual equipment adorns the place, along with a boxing ring. It’s not as nice as the one we have at the clubhouse, but it worked for me.
