Part 5 (1/2)
”Kami!” A female voice squealed. ”Kami!”
The b.i.t.c.h beside him straightened up and looked around. ”Evie?” She yelled.
A giggling ma.s.s of dark brown hair surged forward through the crowd of people and barreled straight into the blonde. They were both s.h.i.+tfaced; instead of hugging they just kind of fell into each other and then into him. Annoyed he shoved them both backwards and the blonde's drink went flying. People scattered as the gla.s.s shattered.
Laughing hysterically and clinging to each other, they both stood up straight. He watched, frozen, as a Horseman's tag slipped out from the brunette's s.h.i.+rt. Her imposter of a s.h.i.+rt.
Then she flipped her hair out of her face and his blood ran cold. Then hot. Really f.u.c.king hot.
Last time he had seen Eva Fox he'd been two seconds away from sinking b.a.l.l.s deep into all that sweetness and he'd taken two bullets because of it.
”Kami!” Eva cried, oblivious to his presence. ”Where have you been? I've been looking everywhere for you!”
Oblivious was the last thing he was. b.i.t.c.h had on some kind of s.h.i.+rt that wasn't actually a s.h.i.+rt but a triangle of sequins that appeared to be staying on her only by a complicated looking series of strings. The f.u.c.king thing barely covered her t.i.ts. Her fat, heavy, perfect t.i.ts. Her entire back and her midriff were exposed, her belly b.u.t.ton pierced with some s.h.i.+ny f.u.c.king bulls.h.i.+t and the rest of her was incased in tight black leather pants. Tight as in he was d.a.m.n positive she'd had to lube up her legs and juicy as h.e.l.l a.s.s to get those bad boys on.
On her feet, black chucks.
His chest tightened.
Now standing, she tucked his old man's tag back inside her non-s.h.i.+rt and did a little wiggle as she straightened her top that wasn't actually a top causing her t.i.ts to bounce. He got hard. Just like that. Like he was seven-f.u.c.king-teen.
Still giggling, she surveyed her surroundings, finally catching sight of him. Her -made to suck c.o.c.k- lips parted, her stormy eyes went wide and she swayed a little to her right.
”Deuce,” She whispered.
He didn't know what the f.u.c.k to say so he said the first thing that popped into his head.
”Babe.”
Kami looked between them. ”You know him?”
”Yeah,” she said, her eyes on him. Jesus Christ, those eyes. She was d.a.m.n beautiful.
”Introduce us!”
”Deuce, this is my friend Kami, Kami this is my...friend Deuce. But- She turned to her friend. ”He's married. Got kids too. So hands off.”
He stared at her, confused. He was married? He had kids? Oh right. He was sorta married. And yeah, he had kids. He loved his kids. Their mother...not so much.
”Shame,” Kami purred. ”The whole scary faced, bad a.s.s biker thing is really working for you.”
His lip curled in disgust. He'd just told this b.i.t.c.h he found her unattractive, that he in no uncertain terms wanted anything to do with her and yet she still wanted it. f.u.c.king wh.o.r.e. f.u.c.king f.u.c.ked in the head stupid f.u.c.king wh.o.r.e.
”He's not scary,” Eva scolded. ”He's beautiful.”
f.u.c.k...him.
No one had ever called him beautiful and he was pretty sure he'd never wanted to be called beautiful until Eva Fox had called him beautiful and now he wanted her to say it again. But this time he wanted b.a.l.l.s deep inside of her while she said it.
”Do you want to dance?” Eva asked.
His eyes refocused. ”What?”
”Dance. Do you want to?”
”No.”
”No?”
”This isn't music and I can't dance.”
She bit her lip and he knew she was trying not to laugh at him. Usually when people laughed at him, or tried not to laugh at him, neither of which was often because he wasn't a funny guy, he punched them in their f.u.c.king face. Eva laughing at him made his c.o.c.k twitch. This b.i.t.c.h did strange s.h.i.+t to him. His f.u.c.king brain didn't work around her and his b.a.l.l.s f.u.c.king swelled, ready to repopulate the world as long as he was doing it inside her p.u.s.s.y.
”Everyone can dance,” She giggled.
He shook his head. ”I can't. I lumber. My wife says I lumber.”
She wrinkled up her nose. ”Your wife is a f.u.c.king c.u.n.t.”
He choked. Coughed. Pounded on his chest. Took a long swallow of his beer. Cleared his throat.
”Darlin', you have no idea.”
Grinning, she sidled up next to him and leaned her shoulder against the wall so the front of her body faced his and took a sip of her drink. Her bright pink drink with a pink umbrella and lots of floating cherries that reeked of tequila.
He narrowed his eyes. How long had it been since he'd last seen her, since he'd taken two bullets because he'd been a f.u.c.king moron.
It hadn't been five years, so he knew she wasn't twenty one.
”How old are you darlin'?”
Her lips quirked. ”My I.D. says I'm twenty four.”
He raised an eyebrow and smiled. ”And what does your birth certificate say?”
She looked him dead in the eyes and he felt himself leaning towards her.
”I'm eighteen,” She said quietly and her eyes went soft. He knew that look. f.u.c.ked a lot of women in his life, knew the signs and knew them well. Eighteen year old Eva Fox was handing him her p.u.s.s.y on a silver platter.
And he was f.u.c.king starving.
f.u.c.k.
”Deuce?” She leaned into him, pressing her fat t.i.ts against his arm.
He stared down at her. ”Yeah?”
Keeping her eyes locked with his, she wrapped her hand around as much of his bicep as her fingers could reach and started slowly sliding her hand down his inner arm. When she reached his palm, her fingers spread out and slid between his. Her hand folded closed. He closed his over hers.