Bare Yourself (Consumed)

Minnie’s cheeks turn pink, and I almost laugh. Yeah, she’s had fun at Blackie’s as well. I hold my breath wondering if she’ll try to warn her friend away. If so, I’ll just have to work harder at getting her to go with me.

“No.” She licks her lips. “No, you shouldn’t be worried. You’ll have fun.”

Brandy eyes her friend, like she’s unsure whether to believe her or not, then turns back to me.

“Send me the address and be ready at nine,” I tell her.

Still looking suspicious, she nods slowly.

Her big green eyes look up at me when I step up closer. I reach around and grab a fistful of thick, black hair, pulling her head back gently. I bend down until my mouth is at her ear.

“And Brandy… wear something sexy and easily accessible,” I whisper, then nip her ear before pulling back and giving her a smile I know will melt her panties.

I’m satisfied when I see her eyes are glazed over and her breathing is faster than normal. Her face is a delicious shade of pink. I can’t wait to see the rest of her body that color.

She shakes her head, pulling herself from her desire-induced fog, and turns to her friend. “You ready?”

Minnie nods, eyeing me curiously. I give her a wink and smile.

Without saying a word to me, Brandy turns on her heel, but before she takes two steps, she turns back.

“Willow,” she says, confusing me. “My name’s Willow.”

She doesn’t give me time to respond, just turns back around, leaving Minnie to follow behind her.

I chuckle inwardly. She gave me a fucking fake name on the side of the road. So she wasn’t completely reckless.

I retake my seat and turn back to Nathan and Ava, who are watching me with interest. They’ve been unusually quiet, especially Ava. She normally has many things to say about the women I pick up, some good, but most of the time not. I admit, I usually pick the bimbo shallow ones. But that’s one thing Willow isn’t.

I like the way her name sounds in my head, but I bet I’ll like it even more when I’m groaning it in her ear.

I look over to Nathan, smile at him, and ask, “Got plans tonight?”

He looks back over to the door when it jingles, indicating Willow, Minnie, and the baby have left, then looks back at me.

“Nope,” he answers in his deep voice.

“Be ready,” I tell him, my body already anticipating what’s to come.