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She sighed dramatically and turned away. “Later,” she mumbled and started walking.
He wasn’t willing to give her the upper hand here, but he had to admit he was grateful that she’d gotten him over the hump, so-to-speak. He could fuck her again tonight. One or two more practice sessions couldn’t hurt. When he was safely inside, sitting under the hot shower spray, he ignored the fact that his cock had wanted desperately to take her up on her offer. He could stroke it now, he supposed, but he’d see her again in just a few hours, and a few hours after that he’d have her bent over again, screaming in pleasure. At that point his dick would forgive him for blowing her off.
He felt confident that, after last night, Daisy would forgive him, too.
Chapter 19
Daisy kept walking and didn’t look back. She sighed to herself again. Jimmy Turnbull was a scorching hot mess. He wanted her- that tent in his pants made it more than obvious- but he’d turned her down anyway. Between the bomb and Brenda, he may never get right, she admitted to herself. She couldn’t really think of a way to help him no matter how much Sarah wanted her to.
She dropped off her sketchbook at the Rainbow and trudged down the road to Maria’s, vowing not to think about it anymore tonight. One look at Milo’s face as he sat at the bar told her she wasn’t the only one with problems.
“What’s wrong, old man?” she asked, filling up his glass.
He sighed. “The interweb.”
Daisy laughed and wiped down the counter in front of him. “Free porn isn’t free, Milo. You ought to know better.”
He shook his head. “Had three women,” he told her. “Three hens in my hen house. I was cock of the walk,” he said, squaring his shoulders. Then his face darkened. “But they all friended each other online. And now they know about each other. Turns out that’s why they were ducking my calls.”
Daisy tossed the towel onto the bar. “That’s your problem? Seriously? That you were three-timing a bunch of women and got busted?” Daisy rolled her eyes at him. “Unbelievable.”
“I’ll one-time you,” offered a scruffy looking guy Daisy had never seen before.
She rolled her eyes at him. “No thanks,” she replied.
“What time do you get off… so you can get off?” he asked, waggling his eyebrows at her.
“I’ve never heard that one before,” she said dryly. “Why don’t you-”
As she spoke, the door opened and Hawk strode in. Daisy felt her cheeks flush as she remembered him pressing Tildy into the living room wall. The guy she wanted to go full-on cave man on her entered the bar right behind him. Maintaining his position as the King of Mixed Signals, he gave her a slight smile as he passed by the bar.
Daisy wasn’t sure if she wanted to smack him or fuck him, probably both but one more than the other.
“Why don’t I what?” the barfly asked, giving her a smile that wasn’t nearly as sexy as the one she’d just gotten.
“Shut up and order another drink,” she told him and stacked a tray with the shots and beers she knew Hawk and Jimmy would want.
She took off toward their table and rested her hip against the edge as she set down the drinks. Easy’s hand brushed hers as he took the shot from her. It was obviously deliberate, and if she doubted it, the look he was giving her confirmed it.
“Thanks,” he drawled.
Daisy looked away and set Hawk’s beer down in front of him. “Where’s Tildy?” she asked.
“Sleeping,” he told her with a smirk.
Daisy ducked her head and laughed. “I bet.”
“What time do you get off?” Easy asked her.
So I can get off? she thought, but didn’t say.
“Early,” she replied. “Which is good, ‘cause I have plans.” She picked up the tray and walked away. Truthfully, the only plans she had involved a shower and a semi-comfortable bed, but he didn’t need to know that. Only one of them was nicknamed ‘Easy’.
At the bar, the fly reached out and took hold of her arm. “You never gave me the drink I ordered,” he told her. The way his eyes glittered told her he was one drink away from failing a sobriety test. She sighed and figured it was way too early to start arguing with drunks.
“Last one,” she told him as she filled a glass from the tap. It was light beer, but he wouldn’t notice.
“Much obliged,” he replied and tipped the glass, a little too hard because the foam went everywhere.
Daisy cleaned up the mess and hit the other tables. There were some Badlands Buzzards, the local MC she guessed, getting rowdy at the pool tables, but she brushed away wandering hands and ducked intense gazes as she served them. When she got back to Easy and Hawk’s table, she briefly considered swatting his wandering hand when it touched her leg above the knee.
