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Jesus fuck!
How the fuck did this shit land in my fuckin’ lap?
I sure as hell wasn’t sayin’ that in a good way. I was fucked. Fucked. What the hell just fuckin’ happened?
I was trying my hardest not to think about it as I plopped my ass on a stool at the bar. Within seconds, a Prospect had a damn drink in front of me. Beer. Wasn’t strong enough for my needs now, but at least it was cold. It was a good damn start.
I lifted it to my lips, letting the ice-cold liquid fill my mouth.
I hadn’t even finished swallowing it down before I felt a hand snaking under my cut and a body pressing against my back.
Looking down, I saw long, red talons. Then I cut my eyes to the side.
Brown hair filled the outer rim of my vision, and I shook my head, very clearly saying ‘no fuckin’ thanks. ’
Brenda? Bethany? Bubbles?
Bitch?
She was one of the new ones around here, and it wasn’t like I gave a fuck to learn their names. Not until they hung around at least a year, and by then, it didn’t matter because their cunt would be so stretched out that I didn’t even want to touch it.
No, I liked my pussy hot and tight. Fit so snug it felt like it was strangling my dick.
Like her …
Ivy.
Fuck.
With a flick of my hand, I sent B-woman away. I wasn’t in the mood. Not right now. Maybe a couple of drinks in and then I’d change my mind. I sure as fuck hoped so.
I was really tempted to go back there and have another round with her . It didn’t matter what shape she was in.
I’d gotten in there and done what the fuck needed to be done.
I tore her open without a care and hadn’t even taken a moment to truly enjoy the way she felt.
It wasn’t until after I pulled out that I realized I missed the feeling of her wrapped around me.
Sick fuck that I was, I still had her scent and blood clinging to my cock.
Oh, yeah, it was hard to hide the smile as I thought about it.
All I’d wanted to do was get it done with.
I might have liked tight pussy, but I hated virgins. Too much of a chore. Not to mention the attachment factor.
But something told me that wouldn’t be an issue.
Despite the little innocent vibe she put off, Ivy had a hellcat hidden inside of her. Yeah, little lamb knew what she was getting herself into, alright. I just couldn’t figure out how or why she’d even put herself in that type of situation.
She wasn’t looking for a man. She was looking for protection.
What was it she was hiding from? Whatever it was, she’d decided it was worth more than a piece of herself.
That didn’t sit right with me. I kinda wished I’d been there to hear what she told Ice, but part of me was glad I hadn’t been.
I wasn’t ready to hear her sob story, not straight from her lips, anyway.
And until I got a minute to talk to Ice, I guess it was just gonna keep twistin’ me up.
She’d said she was in a bad situation, but that didn’t help me. It could have been anything from stealing money from someone she shouldn’t have to… something worse. Like an abusive boyfriend.
I found myself gritting my teeth.
With a grunt, Viking plopped his heavy ass down on the stool beside me. It was enough to snap me out of my thoughts. However, that didn’t last long as I took in the look on his face.
“Fucked up,” Vike grunted. I cocked my head to the side and took in the way his lips were pressed into a thin line, and the stupid crease that I was all too familiar with appeared between his brows.
“Did what had to be done. She wanted it,” I reminded him before I tilted the bottle to my lips.
“Not what I meant.”
I swallowed hard. The brew seemed to turn into concrete on the way down.
I did, but I hoped he wouldn’t put it out there like that.
“She wanted you,” I told him.
Even if she hadn’t said it, her body did.
The way she got all slicked up when she looked at him. The way she didn’t seem afraid of him, somehow managing to coax him onto that bed with ease.
Those first few moments between them, I picked up on something there. Might have been standing on the outside, but I saw it. I fuckin’ felt it.
Then she fucked up.
Touching him tenderly as if telling him she cared deeper than she should have. Hell, touching him at all. It didn’t surprise me when he snapped.
What did surprise me was the way he kept going.
Like he wanted it. He craved it.
Something I was starting to understand.
Thinking about it now had my cock hard as steel.
I wanted back inside of that. Of her.
Fuck.
I’d never gotten stuck on one person. Never before in my life had that shit happened to me.
Pussy was pussy.
Or it had been for my entire life. It was good when it was bouncing on my cock. Bitches were good for three things, same as the holes they had to fill.
“What are we gonna do?” Vike asked, and I knew he needed me to give him some kind of plan to follow.
Thing was, I didn’t have one.
Not a good one.
Certainly not one I could stomach to say out loud.
I downed the rest of my beer, finding disappointment with the little swig I had left.
I flagged down the Prospect behind the bar and gave him a look tellin’ him I needed something stronger.
Thank fuck he got it, dragging a whole bottle of whiskey out from under the bar and bringing it over.
He left me with a clean glass and the bottle.
Smart fucker.
Maybe he’d make it longer than a couple of months.
“Not fuckin’ thinkin’ about it any more tonight,” I told him. I shooed the glass away with a flick of my wrist before I twisted the top on the bottle. Fuck the glass tonight, this was going straight down the hatch.
And I wasn’t going to come up for air until I forgot about the hot little lamb lying in my bed.