19 | The Patch Mac
T he party has been in full swing for hours. I’ve stayed sober for the most part. I want to be alert and make sure Sin has a good time. The girls haven’t left her side since we came down here, making her feel welcome.
We patched our prospects and celebrated Izzy’s hit song, which reached the top billboard charts.
Everyone is having a good time dancing and partying. I’ve mostly just been observing and watching her reactions. She’s so different than her sister.
After a few drinks, Sin let some of her guard down. I can still see the subtle looking around, always watching the doors and people in her close vicinity. Her head is on a constant swivel.
She’s good. I guess years of being in protective custody does that to a person. She asked if she could continue to carry her gun. I told her of course she could. Shit, most of the people in here are carrying some kind of weapon.
She definitely looks sinful tonight, with her red hair cascading down around her face. Gone are her baggy clothes. She’s wearing skin-tight jeans and her combat boots, which I know has a knife slipped inside.
Ginger gave her a Harley tank top, which shows her muscular arms and perfect handful-size tits. They are completely real, not like her sister, who definitely has implants.
I shake the image of Raydene’s tits from my mind.
“What are you thinking about?” Sin asks as she walks up with beers.
“Just how hot you look tonight,” I answer, half truthfully.
I don’t think she’d be too happy if I was comparing their breast sizes.
She hands me a beer before taking the seat next to me. We’re upstairs sitting around the dance floor, watching everyone dance.
I hear yelling at the stairs and see Tiny carrying Maze over his shoulder, yelling something as she tries to wiggle off him.
Tiny smiles from ear to ear as everyone moves, clearing the way to the bar, where he places a laughing Maze on top.
“Damn you, boy!” Maze laughs, kissing him. “I said, let’s go upstairs, not be a damn caveman and throw me over your shoulder.”
Tiny shrugs, shouting, “Whiskey!”
Maze swirls around, jumping down behind the bar to fetch his drink.
Sin and I watch in amusement.
Everyone returns to normal until Maze jumps back up on the bar, searching around.
I have a feeling this isn’t going to be good. When Maze does this shit, usually Snow and the girls end up so shit-faced, the guys have to carry them to bed.
When Maze’s eyes land on me, I shake my head.
Maze puts her hands on her hips.
I keep shaking my head. I don’t know what she has up her sleeve, but I’m not moving.
Maze lifts a hand and whistles, piercing our ears. “Everyone, shut the fuck up.” She looks our way again. “Sin!” Maze points to my girl. “I want you to show me your flair, girl. Come on over.”
Everyone is looking over at us now. I tilt my head to look down at Sin, and when I see her eyes light up, I turn to see her face better.
“Flair? What the fuck?” I ask Sin.
Maze starts chanting Sin’s name, and everyone jumps on board.
Sin looks at me for the first time and smiles a full ear-to-ear grin.
My eyes shoot up as I wait for her to answer.
“Remember? I’m a mixologist. What I do is called a flair mixologist,” she says, beaming.
“Well, whatever the fuck it is, I want to see it because if it puts a smile this big on your face, I have to see it.”
She looks around the room and then back at me. “Are you sure?”
I stand up, moving her with me. “Fuck yeah. Let’s go.”
We move to the bar, and everyone starts to hoot and holler. I guarantee most of these motherfuckers don’t know what a flair mixologist is.
Owning the lounge in New York, I do know what a mixologist is, and I’m pretty sure flair is the people that throw bottles and shit in the air.
I pick up my girl and place her on the bar as Maze moves off, helping Sin over.
I move Cash over, placing myself right in front of her. Everyone’s at the bar so they can watch.
Maze and Sin turn their back and start chatting. Sin moves around the bar, looking at everything. She pulls back her fire engine red hair loosely, with a few strands still falling over her scar.
“Christ, brother, that red hair got me all fired up. Can’t tell if she’s the devil himself or an angel sent from God.” Cash chuckles next to me as he watches my girl.
Maze grabs her cell phone, flipping through it with glee in her eye. Snow and the girls moved themselves to the edge of the bar with their men behind them.
I smirk at Cash and reply, “She’s both.”
Cash laughs and takes a swig of his beer, then answers, “I bet she is, brother.”
Sin turns to me with a smile and cracks her neck, stretching her arms.
“You getting ready to beat someone’s ass?” I say with a laugh.
Cash replies, “Sin, you can beat my ass anytime darlin’.”
I smack him on the shoulder.
She puts her hand behind her ear, and everyone stops to listen. Maze sets down her phone just as “Goodies,” by Dillon Francis starts to blare through the speakers.
Sin starts to work it, grabbing glasses and flipping a bottle in the air. She keeps her eyes on me as she giggles, sticking her tongue out at me.
She flips and moves the bottle, landing it on her hand, then her elbow. The clubhouse is going wild. She pours me a whiskey on the rocks while setting up another set of glasses. This time she’s shaking her ass to the music, flipping and pouring. When Sin has about ten shakers stacked, I look over at Maze, who’s beaming. Sin looks at me as she lifts all the shakers above her head, preparing them to pour into shot glasses that are all lined up.
I whistle, cheering her on. Looking at me, she licks her lips seductively and pours all ten shots without taking her eyes off me.
The crowd is loving it, and my dick is hard.
People shout orders at her for the next twenty minutes, and she moves gracefully. Giving them a show as she makes drinks for these fuckers.
Her body moves like an angel. With each shake, her lower body moves in sync and that fucking smile. My God!
Maze grabs her phone again. I’m thinking to change the music, but a new song “Chill Like That,” by Sunday Scaries has already begun playing. Sin dances around, moving to the song, and my pants are about ready to bust. I’m so hard for my girl.
Maze walks over, leans across the bar, and says, “Ask her what a sinful shot is?”
I raise an eyebrow. “A what?”
Maze laughs, leaning even closer so I can hear better. “Tell her you want a sinful shot.” Maze taps the bar. “Trust me. You’ll like it.”
I whistle, getting Sin’s attention. “I want a sinful shot.”
Sin’s face turns to shock. And I’m about to beat Maze’s ass when Sin answers, “Right now? In front of all these people?”
I look at Maze, who is beaming, then back to Sin and shrug. “Fuck it.”
“It’s a body shot,” she informs me with a smile.
Cash yells, “I want one.”
“Aw, fuck, I’ve had plenty of body shots. Whip it on me, beautiful!” I yell at the crowd.
She shakes her head. “I don’t know, but okay, if you don’t care. What’s your poison?”
I yell, “Jameson.”
She turns to Maze and says something. Maze pats her on the shoulder, answering her. I know I’m in for it when Maze’s eyes land on me. I’ve seen that look way too many times.
Sin turns around with a bottle of Jameson, flipping it around her hand like you would a baton, and grabs a shot glass, placing them both on the bar. I rub my hands together, hyping her up as I get excited.
Sin takes off her top, and my mouth drops open. The bar goes crazy as I sit there speechless and hard as a rock.
Christ, she’s beautiful. That damn tattoo mesmerizes me.
She stands in front of me in a black lace bra, twirling her shirt over her head before tossing it at my face.
Cash starts throwing dollar bills at her, yelling at her to take more off.
Her phoenix is out in full view. Snow and the girls are screaming, hooting, and hollering as whistles fly around.
She jumps on top of the bar, standing over me.
I look up, grinning ear to ear. Oh, she’s mine, all right.
Sin bends down with the bottle in between her legs. I open my mouth, ready for the shot.
She laughs. “Oh no. Not yet. I’m gonna ask one more time. Do you really want me to do this?”
“Fuck yeah,” I demand.
“Me too,” Cash bellows next to me.
We both laugh. She raises an eyebrow and places the bottle down. She stands up, and within seconds, her bra is pulled down around her waist, exposing her voluptuous round, perky tits, shocking me yet again.
Everyone’s off their chairs screaming, even the girls.
“Fuck. I think I’m in love!” I announce.
I should be pissed that everyone is seeing my girl in full view, but fuck, I couldn’t feel more proud. She’s beautiful.
She throws her head back, laughing a full belly laugh. She bends to grab the bottle and says, “Okay, open your mouth.”
I look up, still shocked that she’s topless. Standing over me, she lifts the bottle to her shoulder and pours it down her chest. The whiskey cascades down over her erect nipple, making it fountain down into my mouth.
Men scream that they want one next, and the girls cheer her on.
Sin starts to squat down as my mouth fills. I open my throat like a pro would sucking a dick, wanting more.
She smiles. “More?”
I swallow the whiskey, feeling my throat burn. With a smile, I wink.
She moves to her knees, placing the bottle on her other shoulder. Repeating the move, whiskey streams over her breast like a waterfall and fills my mouth. Slowly, she moves her breast closer and closer to my mouth. I swallow quickly before grabbing her and engulfing her breast.
She shrieks with laughter.
Popping her breast out of my mouth, I stand up to my full height and grip her waist, pulling her to straddle me, and we get lost in each other.
My heart constricts. I want to consume every part of her. Christ, this woman’s going to kill me.
We break the kiss, and I grab her bra around her waist, lifting it so no more eyes can see what’s mine.
I growl, “Mine!”
Sin pulls up her bra as I pinch her nipples before they’re covered.
Maze whistles from behind the bar and yells, “Now, that’s a fucking shot! Who wants a fucking drink?”
I stand up, with one hand gripping her ass, holding her to me, and the other one grabbing Sin’s top. Without a word, I kiss my girl and move to take her upstairs and have my way with her.
“Where are we going?” Sin breaks the kiss.
“I’m not sharing you with anyone else tonight. It’s my turn,” I grunt, carrying her to the elevator.
Her only reply, “About time.”