Snake's Addiction(29)
“Amy’s got a big mouth. She’s told all the women to steer clear of me. It looks like you got your message across.”
She groaned, dropping her head into her hands. “This is bad.”
“Why’s it bad?”
“I’ve never been to a club party. I don’t even like drinking, Snake. God, they’re all going to laugh at me, and worse, they’re going to laugh at Amy.”
“No, they’re not. We’re going to your house so that I can get you prepared tonight.”
“This is all wrong.”
“We’re exclusive,” he said.
“What does that have to do with it?”
“We date each other. You’ve scared away other women. You’re coming to this party because it’s important to me.”
She stared across the car at him as he pulled out of the parking lot. “Are we like boyfriend and girlfriend now?” she asked.
“We’re certainly something. Do you want to put a label on it?”
“I don’t know what I want to do.”
“Well, I figured we could stop off at the diner, eat some burgers, and go to your place.”
She nodded. “It sounds good.”
Twenty minutes later, he pulled into the parking lot around the back of the diner.
“I’ll be happy when spring shows itself,” she said, wrapping her jacket around her. Snake pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her body. His warmth seeped through her clothes.
“I can warm you up.”
She melted against him, not wanting to let go. They walked into the diner, finding a seat in the back. One of the waitresses took their order within seconds of them being seated.
“Mia, Curse’s old lady, made sure we got served.”
“I remember hearing something about you not being all that popular here.”
“It’s settling down a little. I think proving we’re not thugs is helping,” he said.
“They’re keeping a close eye on that strip club you’re organizing.”
“The strip club?”
“Yep, I’ve heard a lot about it. The wives in town want it shut down while the husbands want it open. Will this be one of those clubs where the girls add a little extra in the back rooms?” she asked, smiling.
“I really can’t say.”
She shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. I’ll never be visiting.”
“Why not?”
“Always busy. I’m not in need of seeing a woman’s tits on display, Snake. I’ve got a set of my own. I want to watch them swing, I’ll dance in front of a mirror.”
One of his brows rose as he stared at her.
“I may get you to show me some of those moves.”
She chuckled. “You’re a horn dog, anyone tell you that?”
“You know they do.”
The smile left her face as she thought about Lydia.
“Have you heard from her?” he asked.
“Who?”
“You know who.” He gave her a pointed look.
“No. I’ve not heard from Lydia.”
“Do you want me to look into her?”
Jessica shook her head. “There’s no point. Lydia will appear when she wants to. I’ve come to see over the years that I’ve been the stable one. Lydia, not so much.”
Their burgers came, which stopped anymore talk. She didn’t want to talk about Lydia. The guilt had started to fade, and even thinking about her now, she didn’t feel guilt for being with Snake.
She was a horrible friend.
Chapter Eight
“You know I was supposed to be helping you pick out an outfit, not sitting here waiting.” Snake shouted the words for Jessica to hear upstairs. They had a great time eating their burgers, laughing and joking. The moment they got indoors, Jessica disappeared upstairs to get ready. It had been thirty minutes¸ and he’d hoped to get her naked.
The party wasn’t for another couple of hours.
Glancing across the room, he checked out the time to see they had another couple of hours to spare. They could turn up at any time. Devil had already called him to let him know Judi and Ripper were at the club.
The visiting times were not great for visiting their baby. The good news was the fact the baby was doing great. He should be home within a matter of weeks.
“Okay, I want you to close your eyes and not peek.”
“How can I peek?”
“Just do it.”
Closing his eyes, he called out to her that they were.
He heard movement and was tempted to peek. Remembering the way she attacked Amy last night stopped him. He didn’t want her hurting his balls.
“Right, you can look,” she said.
Opening his eyes, his cock went rock hard at the sight. He’d never been so aroused so quickly. She wore a very tight red dress that molded to her curves like a second skin. Her hair was curled, and the length cascaded around her in luscious waves. The makeup she wore was minimal only highlighting the plump red of her lips and her rosy cheeks. The black mascara she wore emphasized her blue eyes. The whole package was wow.