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“Well, why the fuck are you drinking all day, laying up at our house, slamming around like you’re angry at the world?”
“Because she told me she fucking loved me. Ruined it all. It was so damn good too. Fucking epic. Then, she had to go and say that stupid shit.”
Levi let out a low whistle, leaning back in his chair. “Damn,” he muttered.
I tossed back the rest of the beer and tried to pay attention to the girls currently groping each other onstage.
“You just need to fuck someone else. A professional. Someone who can remind you that there is no magic pussy. They’re all pretty damn magical,” Levi told me.
He leaned forward and motioned for one of the strippers on the floor. She was blonde with big tits, and I could tell she knew Levi by the way her lips curled as she made her way to our table.
“Pandora, I’d like you to meet Trev Hughes. Blaise’s younger brother. He’s had a bad week. Thought maybe you might break one of your rules since he’s a Hughes and my friend. Take him back to a room. Help him forget the shit week he’s had.”
The blonde’s eyes lit up at the sound of my last name. “A Hughes. I’ll break any rule for a Hughes,” she purred and walked over to me, running her fingers through my hair. “You’re as pretty as your brother,” she said, then bent down. “Come with me,” she whispered in my ear.
I glanced over at Levi. He held up his beer to me and took a drink, then winked. What the fuck? Maybe this would work. I sure as hell needed something to work. I was killing my damn liver with the nonstop drinking.
When I stood up, she slipped her hand in mine and led me through the crowd. The hall of rooms—as Levi had called it the first time he brought me here a year ago—was one I had never been down. Paying for a blow job or sex was dumb. I’d get that shit for free. But right now, I needed something other than Gypsi on my mind.
I followed Pandora into a room with red walls, a black leather sofa, and some other shit I had no idea how to use. She closed and locked the door, then pointed at the sofa.
“Go get comfortable,” she told me.
I looked at the sofa, and the image of old, fat men, who had paid to fuck a hot piece of ass, sweating on that thing turned me off.
I glanced back at her. “What is it that you’re planning on doing to get me in a better mood?” I asked.
She squeezed her tits as she walked over to me, then ran her long, sharp red fingernails down my chest until she was gripping my cock through my jeans. “What do you want? I’ll do dirty things for a Hughes.”
I bet she would. Except when she said the word dirty, it reminded me of the shit I’d said to Gypsi when we were fucking. Maybe she just didn’t need to talk. I knew this was supposed to get my mind off Gypsi, but she was blonde. On her knees with my cock in her mouth, shutting her up, I could pretend.
“On your knees,” I said as I started unbuckling my belt.
I was barely holding on to a semi-erection right now, but if a woman’s mouth took my dick, it would get hard. It was a dick. She grinned and watched me as I shoved my jeans down, freeing my cock.
Her hands were bigger than Gypsi’s, and she didn’t have the curls. But I could work with it. She began to lick it, and like I knew it would, the damn thing jumped to attention. Grabbing her hair with my hand, I pushed it into her mouth.
“Suck it,” I growled.
Her nails bit into my thighs as she took my cock deep. I closed my eyes and brought up the image of Gypsi on her knees in front of me. My cock shoved in her sweet mouth. FUCK, I missed that.
“That’s it,” I moaned. “Take it deep, Lollipop.”
She gagged as I shoved harder into her.
“You love to gag on my big dick, don’t you?” I asked.
She pulled back, letting it come out of her mouth. “Yes! Fuck my mouth,” she panted.
Wrong voice.
My eyes snapped open, and the stripper on her knees looking up at me wasn’t what I wanted to see.
“Don’t talk!” I barked. Then closed my eyes again and tried to pull the image of Gypsi back up before I lost my fucking hard-on. Those insane sunshine-and-honey eyes staring up at me. Loving how I took her mouth. God, she was gorgeous.
“That’s it, Lollipop. God, I need this.”
Fingers slid up my thighs toward my chest and stopped. I felt the sharp nail circle around something, and my eyes snapped open on a growl. She was messing this up. Looking down, I saw her staring at one of the fading bruised bite marks Gypsi had left on me. Seeing her tacky nails touch it, where Gypsi’s mouth had been, sent a blinding rage through me. I shoved her back and walked away from her, pulling my jeans up.
