Her Best Men

Lindy and I continued to serve people who trickled into the bar that night. I kept a watch out for any one of the brothers. The twins, Adam, any one of them. Anyone to help distract me from what was going on with my mother. I had no idea how long she and that guy were going to make out in the booth, but I could tell my mother was intentionally trying to catch my stare. Every once in a while, I could feel her eyes flickering over toward me, trying to see if I was looking at her before she kicked things up a notch.

I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction no matter how much I wanted to spit in her face.

“Looks like you’ll get an early reprieve tonight,” Lindy said.

“What?” I asked.

“Your mom. Where’d she go?” she asked.

I looked over at the booth and didn't see my mother or the guy whose face she had been sucking. I scanned the bar area looking for her, trying to figure out where the fuck she had gone. But then I caught my mother’s stare as she stood at the door, her back pressed against the door frame as the young flavor of the night continued to suck on her neck.

My mother shot me a wink before she grabbed his hand, pulling him out of the bar and into the parking lot.

“At least she’s gone,” I said.

“And since she left with someone, she won’t be back,” Lindy said.

“Why the fuck is she li

ke this?” I asked.

“I don’t really know. But you know she’s only in here to get free drinks.”

“Yeah, and if I don’t give them to her, she throws a fucking fit, and they toss her out. Without making her pay,” I said.

“Maybe we could talk to Booker? Huh? Get him to ban her.”

“You know he won’t ban anyone. He keeps that policy for a reason. The moment we start banning people, we lose our clientele because we’re no longer unbiased,” I said.

“But it’s bullshit, and you know it,” she said.

“And it’s bullshit I’ll have to continue putting up with. Trust me, I know. I’ve already had this conversation with him. But if we keep our heads down and keep working, in a couple of weeks or whatever we’ll be done with this place,” I said.

“I’m worried about you, Emma.”

“Well, this nightmare’s almost done.”

“You can come stay with me tonight if you’d like,” she said.

“Thanks. I might take you up on that.”

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The moment our lips connected, I felt myself come to life. His lips tasted delicious. His body was throbbing against mine as his hands meandered along my skin. Our tongues lapped lazily at one another, neither of us battling for dominance but neither of us backing down.

I felt his cock growing against me, hard and thick and ready to be inside me. His hands slid my pants down, grasping my naked ass as I smiled against his lips. I trailed kisses down his neck as his hand found my folds, dripping and wet for him as he explored my wet folds. I left love bites on his neck and raked my teeth down his chest, my hand descending beyond his boxers and wrapping around his length.

“Shit, Chanel. Fuck.”

I spread my legs further for him, wanting his fingers buried inside of me.

He slid two fingers in, filling me up as I moaned into his neck. I rocked against his hand as his lips found mine, claiming dominance over my body as he bent me over the couch. I rolled my hips against his hand as his cock jumped in my palm. I could feel his warmed leaking down his skin, warm and dripping onto my fingertips as I slowly slipped my hand up and down his shaft. He was moaning into my lips and bucking against my body as I began to pant. His fingers stretched me perfectly as his thumb found my pulsing clit, and soon, I was a whimpering, gasping mess against his couch.