“Are you crazy?”
She leans forward, circling her mixed drink with the straw. “Do you want that drink?”
I can’t believe I am doing this. I’m standing by the jukebox waiting for
the perfect moment to tickle a whore’s ass with a wiener all for a drink I’m not even sure I want. I should have asked for that drink first for liquid courage. I know this is a terrible idea and yet here I am ready to do it anyway simply for the hell of it. What else do I have to do right now.
I look around the room trying to gather my nerve.
There are a lot more people here than there was earlier.
Reaper isn’t paying attention to me. He’s sitting at the bar with some old dude and looks to be deep in conversation. I should make a run for it. Make my way onto the next bus out of town but I can’t help but look back at Reaper and wonder what Hades would do to him if I got away. I don’t know why I care but I do. So, I do the only dumbass thing that I can. When Regina bends over the pool table to take a shot in the current game I crouch down like I am fiddling with my shoe then I poke her ass with the wiener like an idiot.
At first, she giggles, then she says, “You change your mind, Reaper?” That pisses me off. I know it shouldn’t, but it just does.
“He sure as hell didn’t, you sick wiener fucking bitch!” I pop up and smack her across the face with the meaty stick when she turns around.
This bitch grabs me by my hair and it is the last straw. Fuck her. Fuck what Reaper said. I do what I want when I want and right now I want to beat this ho’s ass.
Somehow in our scuffle I manage to shove the wiener up one of her nostrils. I don’t have any self-control as her nails dig into my arm. My mind goes blank and my vision is black as I punch her face and rip out a patch of her hair.
Next thing I know Reaper is pouring a pitcher of ice water on us and throwing me over his shoulder.
I kick and claw trying to break free from his hold, but his hand comes down on my ass in a hard-spanking motion, stinging me with his touch.
“Calm your ass down.” He spanks me again, and I wiggle wanting to punch him too.
I slide down his body and his nostrils flare as he stares at my chest. I look down to see half of my boob hanging out the top of my shirt.
“Sorry,” I mumble and tuck my exposed skin back in my bra.
“God! Fuck. Shit. Damn!” He roars and kicks the side of the building with his hands clenched in his hair. “What the fuck was that shit about?”
“Well…so ol’ girl in there was caught masturbating last week with one of your hot dog wieners in hopes of you eating it or some weird sick shit, and Amber dared me to tickle her ass with a wiener.”
“Fucking Amber.” He snorts and shakes his head. “Wait what? My wieners! Are you joking?”
“Nope. Apparently, you can ask MaryAnn. She’s the one who caught her.”
He sucks in a breath then exhales. “I’ve had enough bullshit for the day. Let’s go home.”
I know he doesn’t mean home as in my home, but the way he looked at me when he said the word made my heart skip a beat.
We get back to his place, and the awkward tension I am expecting isn’t present. Which I mean I saw his junk and he saw my tit. We both got in fights tonight. I feel like I know a lot more about this complicated man from the brief time we have been together. I mean six hours is hardly enough time to get to know a person but still it’s strange. We have only just met and yet I feel like I have known Reaper for years not hours.
Maybe we can start over tomorrow and possibly even be friends. That wouldn’t be so bad. Even if he is a biker.
I’m sitting at the small bar of the kitchen while he pulls the cushions from the couch and folds out the bed.
He pulls his shirt over his head exposing his tattooed back. The club’s insignia covers the expanse of the muscular skin.
Barefoot in his jeans, looking sexy as hell, he turns off all the lights but a small lamp as he walks past me to the bathroom.
When he comes out he’s nude. Fully. My eyes bulge as I get an all access pass to ogle his body.
He smiles. “Gets hot. Don’t have central air. I sleep with a fan and the screen door to the patio open,” he explains as I pick my jaw up from the floor. Sure, I saw his ass and his dick earlier, but I didn’t get the full picture all at once. “Bathroom is all yours.”
“Thanks. Do you have an extra toothbrush?”