The place smells of old cigarette smoke and a freshly smoked blunt. I can hear Blaine, along with at least four other voices as I make my way past the tattoo parlor and into the bar.
Blaine nods his head in my direction when he notices that I’ve now joined them. “Hey, Royal. What’s good, motherfucker?”
I nod my head in greeting and take a seat on one of the old, leather stools. I empty out my jacket pocket onto the stool next to me and get comfortable. “Whiskey. A whole fucking bottle.”
The bar closed about forty minutes ago, yet three guys and some blonde female in a small, skin tight dress are occupying one of the tables, looking baked out of their damn minds. I was expecting the place to be empty. I can’t deal with people today. All I wanted was one fucking night to grieve for Riley and I can’t even get that shit; not in my own home or my own damn bar.
“Who the fuck are they?” I question Blaine when he returns with a bottle of whiskey and an empty glass.
He walks around the bar and answers me as I pour myself a much-needed glass. “My guy Jake and a few of his friends. I told them it was cool to hang out as long as they were paying for shit and not messing anything up. They’re good business, man. I didn’t think you’d be coming in tonight. Sorry.”
I raise a brow and throw back my glass of whiskey, almost emptying it completely. “I want them out by the time I leave tonight. No more of the shit like last time.”
“I know, man. They’re cool. I promise. Just enjoy that fucking whiskey and chill.”
I lean back in my stool and watch them, not trusting them for shit. I’ve never seen them in my life. That makes it pretty obvious that they have no fucking clue who I am, and I don’t like that one bit; not when in my place of business so late at night.
The blonde female looks my way and bites her bottom lip, as if just noticing me. Her legs slightly part and she sits up straight, as if trying to push her tits out.
“Damn,” Blaine hisses. “Looks like Kellie has you in her sights now. That bitch can give a mean blowjob and she’s picky as fuck about who she gives them to.” He pushes my arm and adjusts his dick, while watching her lick her lips. “I blew my shit within three minutes the other night. That’s unheard of for me.”
I don’t say anything. I just watch her, watching me as if she wants to eat me for a fucking midnight snack.
Getting bored with her, I turn around in my stool and pour myself another glass. Just as I pick up the glass and bring it to my lips, I feel a hand touch my arm and gently caress it.
Fuck . . .
I keep my head straight, but turn my eyes to my left, looking her up and down. She may not be as hot as the beautiful brunette that barged her way into my room tonight, but she’s definitely doable, and I need all the stress relief I can get right now.
Cutting straight past the bullshit, I stand, look her in the eyes, and then start walking while tilting back my drink to get to the right amount of numbness that I need.
Cracking my neck, I set my empty glass down on the nearest table and disappear into the office, knowing that she’ll fucking follow. They always do.
When I turn around, Kellie, as Blaine called her, is walking through the door with a seductive ass look in her eyes.
“Close it,” I demand. “But don’t fucking lock it.” I hate locked doors. I like to have easy access in case there’s ever a problem I need to deal with.
She does as told and walks over to stand in front of me as I lean against my desk and light a cigarette.
Taking a drag, I place my hand on her throat and squeeze. She lets out a surprised gasp and then smiles, as she looks me in the eyes.
Not wanting to start up a conversation and have fucking small talk, I push down on her head until she’s on her knees in front of me, reaching for my belt.
After the way I was left feeling a couple of hours ago, I need this shit right now.
I grip the desk with one hand and hold my cigarette to my mouth with the other as I feel her tongue swirl around my tip, before she takes me into her mouth, gagging as she adjusts to my size.
Blaine was right. She does give a mean blowjob, but there’s no way this chick will have me blowing anytime soon.
Twenty minutes of her mouth on my cock and I’m still not relieved. She keeps going faster and harder, taking me deeper until she’s choking and digging her nails into my thighs. It’s still not doing what I need.
Without a knock the door flings open and Blaine pokes his head inside. “Dude, what the fuck? It’s been like twenty minutes.”
I grab the back of Kellie’s head and take charge myself, holding her head still as I thrust into her mouth.
“Get the fuck out, asshole. Now.”