Chapter One
CHAPTER ONE
COHN
“The amount of willing pussy you have canvassing this bar tonight is staggering.” The place was packed tonight with chicks of all varieties. An assortment sure to satisfy even the most selective man’s craving. Smirking, I took a swallow of my beer. The frosty sensation a drastic contrast to the hot chicks looking to score some action tonight and the scorching heat pumping in my groin. Well, I was always ready and willing to satisfy that hunger for a sexy piece of ass. And I didn’t even require a bed to achieve that goal. I had had my eyes on a sexy red head across the way, having drinks with her girlfriends. Now I wouldn’t turn away a gorgeous blonde, brunette, or raven-haired hottie, but I preferred reds.
“Sometimes I wonder if you really moved here for your job. I think you just laze on the beach like a bum, on the prowl for hot babes to nail.” Harley raised an eyebrow at me, her green eyes dancing with amusement. “Although you seem to have money to live on. You’re dressed in decent clothing and buying beer. Unless people that see you on the beach take pity on you and throw you a few dollars.” She smirked right before she took a bite of her mozzarella stick.
“I’ve been to his construction site. He’s not slumming it on the beach, although I’m sure being here right now isn’t a hardship.” Shade wrapped his arm around her shoulder.
I had met those two back in college and we remained great friends. An unlikely pair if I ever met one. How they had met was a hilarious story. And who would have thought a shy artist would have been able to nail a hot red head like Harley. I guess there was something to be said about dark hair and dark eyes being irresistible. Although I never got any complaints on my baby blues. Especially when they were locked on the girl while my mouth was busy making a feast out of her pussy.
“Now if we could get Link, Tucker, and Heidi to move down here, the whole gang would be back together.” Harley twirled the straw in her Cosmopolitan. After college, Harley and Shade had moved to Winter Park Florida with their best friends Melody Winters and Toby Matthews. But every once in a while the whole gang would still meet up to get together.
“We’d probably get banned from this bar.” I downed the last of my beer. “When do Mel and Toby get back from their fuckcation?”
“It is their sexcation; Mel’s words not mine. And not until next week. They took two weeks since Toby has been so busy with medical school.” She took a sip of her drink before glancing at her watch. “I feel like it is so much later. I guess that’s what happens when you have an infant and hardly go out anymore. Next time, we should just have you over to the house for dinner instead. Unless our Amelia scares you.” Harley teased.
“Babies don’t scare me.” And with the right girl, it might not even be so bad. And where the fuck did that thought come from? Couldn’t blame it on the alcohol because it wasn’t like I was sipping a daiquiri and suddenly grew a uterus. And Harley hadn’t been talking about her two month old all night either. Fuck, I needed another beer. Being around all of these couples was bad for my bachelorhood. First Tucker and Heidi; then Harley and Shade; and now Mel and Toby. Unfortunately, three was my limit tonight since I was driving, even though it appeared I needed a few more. Well, it looked like I’d have to make my move on the hot red head soon. I had made eye contact a couple of times, flashing her a roguish grin. And each time she tossed me a saucy smile so there was no mistaking her interest. I had my conquest for the night. “And yours is the most adorable precious one I know.”
“Thank you. But I know you don’t know any other ones to compare her to.”
“There’s no comparison. Anyway, I’m going to get another beer. Either of you want anything?”
“We’re good. Thanks.” Shade gestured to their almost full glasses. Guess when you became parents, you transformed into lightweights.
“They are really swamped tonight so I’ll probably have better success at the bar.” Besides, during my mission, I could take a small detour over to the hot red head’s table. Decision made; I slid out of my seat and strolled in that direction.
The bar area was a mad house. Since it looked as if I’d have quite a wait, I debated whether or not to approach the red head first and then offer to get her a drink as well. However, the distressed voice of a girl to my left dragged my attention from plotting my next conquest.
“Rhett, no. I don’t want to go home with her. I’m not comfortable with that. Stop squeezing my arm. You’re hurting me.”
“Come on. You need to loosen up a bit. A threesome will be great. You won’t have to do all of the work then. You can share it.” An impatient Rhett growled.
My third drink forgotten, along with my pursuit of tonight’s fuck, I detoured. No ALWAYS meant no. It didn’t even matter if you were in a committed relationship and were merely looking to experiment to spice things up. I shoved my way through the other people standing at the bar.
“Please, Rhett. You know this wouldn’t be for me. I can’t. Please, don’t.”
When I got to the girl’s side, the scent of jasmine hit my nose. Fuck, I loved the smell of jasmine. And when it was mixed with the intoxicating fragrance of aroused pussy, I went wild. However, that was not the scene before me. The girl’s hazel eyes were wide in near panic and hell if the pendant lighting over the bar area didn’t highlight the cherry strands in her auburn hair. Shit, she was a red head.
I fisted my hands at my sides. I couldn’t take the begging her sorry excuse for a boyfriend had reduced her to. There was a time for begging and it wasn’t called for in a situation like this. To levy some sort of control over my growing aggravation so I didn’t pummel the guy, I ran a hand through my brown hair and yanked. With my huge build – I stood over six foot and worked construction – and shaggy untamed hair, my presence often caused people to give me a wide berth. Hopefully this asshole clung to a little bit of intelligence.
My impulsive plan had a slim chance of working and a huge possibility of blowing up in my face. Good thing I wasn’t afraid of a challenge. Stepping up beside the shaking girl, I wrapped my arm around her waist and tugged her out of his grip and into my side before placing a kiss on top of her head. Fuck she was a tiny thing; at least a foot shorter than me. “Hey, Cupcake. I haven’t seen you in forever. How the fuck are you?”
She blinked up at me. Her expression a mixture of confusion and alarm. But I didn’t think the fear was directed at me considering she didn’t pull away from my hold. Although she needed to snap out of her distress and play along or this game was ending before it even began.
“Oh my God. Yes.” She mentally shook herself out of her troublesome stupor. “It’s been almost three months or something. I met you at Katie’s housewarming party.”
I almost chuckled. Figured this little sweetheart would come up with something like that. She didn’t frequent the bar scene. Her jeans and ACDC T-shirt, which didn’t do anything to show off her assets, told me as much. But even without the provocative clothing, she was a stunning girl. Red head – mammoth checkmark. But her eyes were large and a gorgeous hazel and her pillowy lips begged to be kissed. And with this girl, I was in favor of doing my own begging. What the hell was wrong with me tonight? Even though beautiful, she in no way emitted the ‘fuck me’ vibe that attracted me to my prey each night. So why was I drawn to her? The fucktard saved me from having to answer those questions at the moment.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Get your hands off of my girlfriend.” He puffed out his chest, while trying to intimidate me with a brown eyed glare.
“I’m catching up with a friend. Besides, she doesn’t seem like she’s ready to head out yet anyway.” I narrowed my eyes at him, taking in his lanky five foot six build, if he was lucky.
“Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend?” Dickwad thought he was on to our little game, going for the win, and was setting her up.
“I’m a grown ass man. I don’t need her to introduce me.” I put out my free hand. “I’m Cohn Evans.”
He wasn’t deterred. “Then what’s her name?”
“Cupcake.” I smirked at him. “Because she made the most delicious chocolate cupcakes I’ve ever eaten for that party where we met.” Then I glanced down at her. “Come over to the table with me to say hi to Harley and Shade. They would love to see you again.” Shifting my stare back to Rhett, I shot him a harsh grin. “I’m going to sneak her away since I overheard you have another chick to keep you company tonight. Don’t wait up.”
He ran a hand over his blond cropped hair. “Don’t waste your time. She doesn’t put out.” He sneered.
She stiffened beside me and my temper flared like a bomb exploding. Wow, my protective streak was coming out in massive waves right now.
However, her hand on my forearm calmed my rage before pieces of him ended up scattered about the bar floor.
Tucked under my arm, I led her back to my table . . . without my beer. Well shit. Something told me I was going to regret not having that last drink.
“I’m so embarrassed you heard that. Heard all of that.” Even with all of the bar noise, I was able to detect the mortification in her voice.
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about. Besides, if I hadn’t heard any of it, I wouldn’t have known you needed help with an escape.” I pulled a chair out for her at the table. “Hey guys, you remember . . . ” I turned to her. “I need a little help, Cupcake.”
“Meghan Raines.” She sat down, looking a bit unsure of herself.
“Meghan.” I liked the way her name rolled off of my tongue. Since I emanated more charm and personality than Rhett, maybe I’d be able to have her pussy juices rolling off of my tongue in the near future. After she dumped doucheboy. I smiled at Harley and Shade. “If some asshole named Rhett comes over, you remember her from a party for . . . ” I winked at Meghan. “Sorry, I’m terrible with names unless it’s a nickname for a sweet treat.”
Her cheeks bloomed an adorable pink. Fuck, she was an absolute sweetheart. Guess my dick wouldn’t be getting any action tonight. Even if she did break it off with asshat. She didn’t deserve either one of us.
“I used the name Katie.”
“Do you want something to drink? I’m Harley by the way. And this is my husband, Shade. And I can see you just met Cohn, again, for the first time.” Harley giggled. “Sorry. This is just completely out of Cohn’s element. He usually has some trampy bimbo hanging all over him. You’re a beautiful girl in complete control of her brain faculties.”
I shrugged. “Not going to deny it. But the situation called for an intervention.”
Harley shot me a strange look and then a pleased smile.
I narrowed my gaze at her. This was not what she thought it was. I was being a decent human being. I loved pussy. I didn’t disrespect it or tolerate anyone else doing so.
“The waitress told us she’d be over in five minutes and that was almost five minutes ago. Perfect timing if you guys want anything to eat or drink.” Harley offered again.
I raised an eyebrow at her.
“I decided I needed another drink and I didn’t count on you coming back so soon.” Harley’s lips twisted in a playful smile.
“That will be good. I could use a Coke. Thanks. And thank you for welcoming me to your table so I can figure out how I’m going to get home. Kirsten is probably still up so I can text her.” Meghan pulled her phone out of her purse.
“Not necessary. I can drive you home. And if you’re a little wary about that; I’m sure Harley would give you a lift.” I tried to give her a reassuring smile instead of my usual predatory one. But that wolfish one was like second nature for me, so I wasn’t sure if I pulled it off.
She studied me for a moment, her expression like she was trying to figure out the answer to a scientific equation, not if it was safe to be alone in a car with me. But then her lips curled into a scheming smirk. “Rhett said I needed to live a little. I’ll accept your offer to drive me home. I really appreciate it.”
When the waitress stopped at our table, I ordered myself a beer – profound relief rushing over me for that small favor – a Coke for Meghan, and a basket of fries with cheese for the two of us to share. “How long have you and Rhett been together? And you should probably throat punch the person who introduced the two of you.”
“My boss introduced us so it wouldn’t be a good idea for me to punch her.” Meghan giggled.
“Well, your boss doesn’t seem really bright if she thinks he’s a catch. Maybe you need a new job.”
“He just puts on a great act.” She sighed, her entire demeanor crumbling. Like it was her fault he was an asshole. That just pissed me off even more.
“He wasn’t that big of a jerk on our first date. And we’ve only been on a couple other dates over the last several weeks. He isn’t my boyfriend. And I really like my job. I’m a graphic designer for an ad company.”
Even if he was her boyfriend, his behavior was inexcusable. The anger racing through my veins begged for me to beat the shit out of him. “Keep your job and ditch the douche. The way he treated you just a bit ago is foul. What he was pushing for isn’t something you start delving into until you’re in a solid relationship. And definitely not something you spring on someone at the bar. It’s something the two of you discuss in detail and make sure both parties are in full agreement and comfortable. He’s a brainless asshat. I’m a pig, ask Harley; and even I know you don’t do something like that.”
“Yeah, he’s a pig. But underneath that pig exterior is something really great. We just haven’t been able to uncover it yet.” Shrugging, she shot me another satisfied smile.
“I won’t be answering anymore texts from him. Actually, I’ll block his number. But I don’t want to talk about that humiliating debacle anymore. Tell me about you guys. Since I don’t remember anything from the first time we met. Must have been some party.” Laughing, her eyes brightened with the joke and topic change.
The girl was beautiful, funny, and sociable. The perfect addition to our circle of friends. Meeting her tonight cock blocked me, but for some reason I didn’t seem to mind. However, I wasn’t going to delve too deeply into that realization. When the waitress brought our drinks and snacks, we ate and chatted like old time friends.
An hour later, Harley announced they wanted to get back so the babysitter could head home, so I decided it was time to take Meghan home. My cock was going to have to be satisfied with my hand tonight. It was a good thing it wasn’t often he had to settle, otherwise he’d be really pissed.
Wrapping an arm around Meghan’s waist, I led her out to my truck. Even the drive to her place was filled with easy conversation, mixed in with directions to her house. When I pulled in front of a small cottage style home, I smiled. Even her home was cute. The exterior was painted a light color; I couldn’t tell exactly what color since it was dark outside. And her trim was painted what looked like a bright blue.
I hopped out and over to her side to help her out.
Her face scrunched in confusion.
A friend needed to set her up with someone who had some tact. “I’m just going to see you safely up to your door.”
After climbing the few steps to her porch – which housed four wicker chairs and a glass table – she paused at her front door and twisted to face me.
“Do you want to come in for a bit?”
A girl didn’t ask that question at this time of night after leaving a bar with a guy except when looking for one thing. But I knew for a fact, that wasn’t her angle. There was more to this unexpected gem and my curiosity overrode my dick tonight.