Birdie (Whiskey Creek #1)

Chapter 1

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LENNY

“I needed this more than you can imagine, Len.” Daisy, my best friend, is in front of me throating a tequila shot like it’s her job.

“Babe, all you did was work a full work week…” I chuckle, taking a sip of my spicy margarita.

“One more call from Brian that could have easily been an email, and I would’ve started glitching out in that god-forsaken office.”

I raise one of my brows. “Tell me again why you thought being in HR was a good idea? You hate dealing with other people’s problems, and that’s all you.”

“Well, not everyone can be an electrician and love their job.” She crosses her arms over her glorious chest, which happens to be on full display in a cropped white tank top, and of course, no bra.

The blush-pink flowy skirt she’s wearing ends at the middle of her muscular thighs, and my thoughts run from me as I wonder what she’s wearing under it.

Daisy going braless is one of the wildest things this woman does.

She’s the epitome of a “good girl,” but sometimes I really wish she’d let me see the bad side of her.

I give her a sly smile, and I know she knows what’s about to come out of my mouth. “Don’t be jealous now, no one forces you to stay there. We have free will here…” I pause for dramatics and add, “Well, for now anyway.”

She playfully smacks my arm, rolling her blue eyes, and tossing her blonde, loosely curled locks over her shoulder. When I look at her face again though, she’s paled to a color I didn’t know was possible—I swear she’s almost gray—and I turn to see what has her freaking out.

Her fucking ex-fiancée.

Sarah.

Yeah, with an “H.”

Since we’re at Beaver and the Tail, the only gay bar on this side of Phoenix, we were bound to run into her at some point.

I slowly turn back to Daisy as I throw my hand up to the bartender and hold up her plastic cup, motioning for two more. “Make those doubles!”

Her ex always thought there was something between us, but there never was.

We’ve been friends since we met in college.

I’m eight years older because I didn’t start right after graduating high school—you know, piece-of-shit mother and all—but we’re still better friends than ever. I’ve always respected her boundaries.

But Sarah couldn’t wrap her head around that.

So our friendship fell apart for a long time.

It broke me. But when she showed up one night, begging me to let her in my apartment, there was no turning her away.

She’s my best friend.

Even when her fiancée, whom she had just met not even six months before their engagement—here at B and T—tried to come between us.

The bartender sets our shots down on the bar top with our limes and salt. “We’re taking these and going to shake some ass.”

I get a soft smile out of her, and that’s enough for me.

Licking the back of my hand, I throw salt on it and wait for Daisy to follow suit. She waits until my eyes lock on hers before she slowly drags her tongue across the back of her hand, never breaking our eye contact.

“Fuccckkkk.” I close my eyes, trying to ignore my clit throbbing between my thighs.

“Salt, please, Lenny baby,” she says in the sweetest voice, and I swear to all things holy I’ll hit my knees on this dirty bar floor right now.

I grab ahold of any willpower I have left, open my eyes, and sprinkle some salt on her hand. We grab our shots, tap them on the bar, and throw them back. I snatch the lime and quickly bite into it, holding it between my lips to chase the bitterness of the tequila.

My eyes close again as I dramatically shake that shot down, but when I finally open them, she’s staring at the lime between my lips. I pull it free and lick my lips for good measure, and she does the same.

We toss the limes in the empty cup, and I take her hand, dragging her to the dance floor. Thankfully the DJ here tonight is playing the old bangers—not really old, just rap and R&B from the 2000s.

?The short black leather skirt I’m wearing isn’t going to make it easy to shake my ass tonight. Luckily these thighs of mine will protect people from being flashed since I decided not to wear underwear.

The double shot of tequila is already coursing through my body—to the point that Sarah being here is almost forgotten—as I drag Daisy to the dance floor, spinning her around to face me. While the ending of the last song is wrapping up, “If U Seek Amy” by the icon herself starts to play.

The whole bar lets out a scream of excitement, and Daisy’s hips immediately start to shake to the beat. Her hands land on my shoulders as she yells, “Dance, bitch!”

And dance we do.

Song after song, we sing along, and dancing eventually turns into her ass plastered to my front as she bends over. Her hips are in my hands, practically holding her up. My head falls back at the unholy thoughts that are racing through it.

She raises up, plastering her whole back to my front, wrapping her arm around my neck. “Can we go to the bathroom?”

“Let’s go,” I rush out and start pulling her through the crowd.

Somehow, someway, we’ve been blessed by the devil herself with no line, and the huge stall is open.

When I walk in and spin on my heel, Daisy is right in front of me, pushing me back. A huff of air escapes me when my back hits the wall, just before she smashes her lips to mine in a feverish kiss.

My brows rise to my hairline with shock. Daisy has never come onto me like this, but I’m sure as fuck not looking a gift horse in the mouth.

My hand finds the back of her head, tangling my fingers in her long blonde hair, and I use my free one to grab one of her glorious ass cheeks that have been rubbing all over me the past hour, groaning into our kiss.

She lets out a moan I never could’ve imagined coming from her as she pulls her mouth from mine. “Can I touch this pussy?”

The eye contact.

The asking for consent.

Daisy.

My sweet Daisy is asking to touch my fucking cunt right now, and all I’m doing is staring at her, slack jawed.

I manage a nod and then watch with rapt attention as she slowly raises my leather skirt above my thighs, letting it rest on my hips. “You’re soaked for me already, I see.”

A whimper crawls up my throat. “Mmhmm.” My head falls against the wall, a moan escaping me as she frees my cunt, and a gasp leaves her lips when she finds me bare. Two fingers slide slowly through my folds before dipping into me.

Her eyes meet mine, and she releases her bottom lip from between her teeth before whispering, “What do we have here?”

I watch with rapt attention as she pulls her fingers free and immediately presses them to her lips to taste me.

Is this the tequila in her taking over?

Who is this and what have they done with my Daisy?!

Her wet digits find my clit, circling at a sick speed, before she leans in to suck the top of my tit into her mouth over my white T-shirt.

I’m looking down my body as I watch her add her other hand to the mix. Without missing a beat, she dips into my hole, expertly curling her fingers and finding the spot I need pressure to be able to come.

God, I love women.

She’s playing my body like she’s been playing it her whole life. My legs begin to shake as my orgasm nears, and my arms have to do most of the work of holding myself up on the metal bar behind me.

And I know she knows I’m on the brink of exploding.

Her lips smash to mine in another feral kiss, tongues and teeth biting lips.

She pulls back, letting her face hover in front of mine as she continues rubbing my swollen clit and fucking me at the perfect speed.

“You’re going to come for me in this bathroom like the filthy little slut I know you are, Lenny. ”

Another whimper escapes me, and I know for a fact if anyone else is in this bathroom, they can hear the wet, sopping sounds of Daisy’s hands moving in and out of me. And that thought alone sends another thrill through me.

Daisy commands, “Come for me. Come for Mommy.”

And come I do.

We’re both panting, coming down from whatever planet she just rocketed us to, and I’m quick to tease her, “Mommy, huh?” I don’t let on to the fact that the “Mommy” was exactly what had me coming on her fingers. I like that shit way too much—mommy issues and all…

She just shrugs like it’s nothing new as she moves my skirt back into place. “Can I?” I grab her ass in both of my hands, pulling her into me for at least one more kiss.

But all too quickly, she’s pulling away, murmuring, “We probably need to get out of this stall…”

We crack the door open, but there’s no use in hiding. All the other gals who have been waiting for a stall for fuck knows how long, burst into cheers when their eyes land on us exiting ours.

And I’m happier than a pig in shit when I see Sarah at the back of the line, witnessing the whole situation.