Bad Wolf (Wild Men 4)

God, I need a drink. It’s too early, but fuck that—only I’m not sure I got anything left over here at home. Damn.

I stare out at the waking city and lick the bitterness of tobacco off my lips.

Good thing I have a shift at the bar later today. Suzie and David, the other bartenders, won’t mind me having a few shots behind the bar.

Yeah, I drink a lot these days.

And since last night, I can’t stop thinking about Gigi. About seeing her, talking to her, about her face, her curves, her voice. Can’t stop imagining her.

How she’d sound, moaning my name.

How she’d look, pinned underneath me.

On her knees, in front of me.

Naked.

Writhing.

Coming on my dick. Jesus. Just thinking about her, I’m getting hard so fast I’m dizzy, and the girl I brought home last night still hasn’t left the room.

I wanted Gigi three years ago, and I want her now.

More than ever.

Three years ago, I’d jack off to fantasies of her, in her short skirt and knee-high socks and wide mouth. But fucking her was an impossibility. She wasn’t my girl, and I wasn’t even sure why she hung around me. I was a mess. For a while there I thought she wanted Sebastian.

But she kept talking to me. Touching me. Driving me insane with need.

Now it’s worse. Now it’s out of the question. Too dangerous for her.

And it’s all I can think about. Not my brother’s safety, nor Mom’s health. Not the rent, or the drugs Sebastian takes.

Gigi.

She appeared out of nowhere once more, taking over my thoughts, a bright spark in the dark. That first time, she vanished just as my world imploded, and that crushed me just as much as everything else that happened back then.

Can’t let her do that again.

Somewhere in the apartment, the front door slams closed. I don’t turn around to see if the girl’s gone. If she took all her goddamn things with her.

If she picked the apartment clean before leaving.

I don’t give a fuck.

Cursing, I push down on my hard-on th

at’s tenting my briefs and head to the bathroom to shower and throw some clothes on.

I just need to fucking stop thinking about Gigi. Chances are, I won’t see her again, anyway.

If I’m lucky.

It’s late, after I finish work at the bar, and I take out the key to open the front door of the building when Sebastian walks out of the shadows and flicks away his cigarette.

“What a bust,” he mutters.

Willing my racing heart to slow down, I unlock the door, trying to keep my cool. “What happened?” I enter, tensing as he steps in right behind me. “Girlfriend kicked you out?”