“Me? What the fuck would I do to her?” Blaine scratched the side of his head. “Man, what’s wrong with your fucking head lately?”
Erik laughed. “See my face? You know what it’s like?”
“I’m sorry about that shit, but fuck, man, nobody is judging you.”
“I don’t need this,” Erik said. He grabbed Blaine by his leather cut and walked him backward to the pool table they had just been playing on. “You want to fuck Kaity? Go for it. You want to stand there like a sick fuck and watch me eat her pussy, fuck you man. You go do it then. Go get it.”
“Are you serious right now?” Blaine asked. “Drunk or not, I don’t take that shit lightly.”
“I don’t care,” Erik said. “I shouldn’t have brought her here. I should have left her with Jack and Willy at that shit auto garage. I have enough bullshit to deal with.”
Erik let Blaine go and backed up.
Blaine put his hands up and licked his lips. “Careful how you talk, Erik.”
“There’s no more talking, Blaine. Everything will be done tomorrow. Right now, I want my dick sucked. And not by Kaity. You go take her then, okay? Ruin her for everyone. I don’t care.”
“Why don’t you take a walk?” Blaine asked. “Come outside with me and get some air.”
Erik lifted his right hand and made a fist. “Bro, if you say you get it… that you get me… then you’ll get the fuck out of my face right now.”
Blaine nodded.
Erik stumbled back again and caught himself. He slithered with his back to the wall and found somewhere to sit. He crashed hard on an old leather couch and looked around. The clubhouse was pretty much thinned out. He spotted someone at the bar and let out a whistle. It drew the attention of more than one person, including a woman with pitch black hair, big eyes, and big tits. Erik forgot about his drink for a second and pointed to the woman. She hurried over to him and offered her hand. Erik took it and kissed it.
“Get me a fucking beer,” Erik said. “Then you can get on your knees.”
“Yes, sir,” the woman said and turned.
Erik’s eyes were locked to her ass that hung out of her crazy short jean shorts. She was a fucking whore, a reliever wishing she'd be picked as an old lady so she could stop fucking and sucking every night, but that wasn’t his problem. He didn’t want an old lady.
The woman got Erik a beer and strutted her way back to him. She wasn’t nearly as pretty as Kaity, but he needed this. He took two large gulps of his beer and then nodded down to his pants.
“Get to work,” he said.
Without a word, she dropped to her knees. She touched between Erik’s legs and grabbed at his zipper. She tried to be seductive. Erik wasn’t interested.
“Come the fuck on,” he said.
He unzipped his jeans for her. He reached into his pants and grabbed his own cock. He pulled it free and then she took over. She gripped his shaft tight and pulled. Erik put his head back and closed his eyes. Kaity came to mind just as the woman put her mouth around his dick. Her lips and warm mouth welcomed him.
Erik let out a sigh and was fully hard.
He couldn’t stand to sit there and get sucked off while thinking of Kaity, so he forced himself to open his eyes and watch the reliever do her job. She moved up and down nice and slow, her spit coating him. It felt damn good at first, but after only a minute, Erik wanted to just come in the woman’s mouth and be done with it.
Erik put a hand to the back of her head and pushed. He thrust up, commanding more speed and depth.
“Earn it,” Erik growled.
He drank his beer and the woman sped up. Her black hair danced all around as she moved her mouth and hand on Erik’s long shaft.
It wasn’t perfect, but it was good enough.
It could have been ten minutes later, Erik didn’t know, but the urge to finish finally started to roll through his body. His beer was almost empty and he needed his cock to be the same.
When he looked up, he saw that there were only three people left awake in the clubhouse. Two were behind the bar, cleaning up. The third… was Kaity.
Fuck.
She just stood there in the hall to the bar.
There was no hiding what was happening to Erik, not that he cared about hiding it. But Kaity just stood there, eyes wide. Her shirt tight. She had her jeans back on now, the rip and spot of blood still there from the bullet she took for Erik.
Fuck it, Erik thought.
He had given Kaity her due, right? He saved her. He brought her somewhere safe. He pleasured her.
They were done.
Only they weren’t.
Kaity stared at Erik. Erik curled his lip and finished off his beer. He dropped the bottle next to him and he thrust up into the woman’s mouth. He was getting closer by the second… and Kaity still wasn't walking away. She looked shocked and frozen.