The Gambles(10)

And then there's the whole issue with my mom. She was always comparing me to Ryan. I had to prove to her that I could be better than my older brother, the Marine. In her eyes, nothing trumps being a Marine, but she's wrong. That worked for him, for his life's path, but this was my life, and I had to live it my way.

Plunging a hand into his pocket, AJ retrieved his phone and noted the time. "Well, motherfucker, guess I won the bet. Looks like you're buying the drinks tonight, my friend."

"Not so fast, Spidy. You snatched up that drink like you threw a spider web out of your fucking wrist. Take it easy. She'll be here, she'll be here."

I raised my glass and drained the last of my beer. "When she shows, you owe me two drinks."

"When she shows? You mean, if she shows, and two? No way." A look of indignation crossed his face. "What for?"

"One for my scoring with the hook up and one for her following through here at Beaveropolis Brewery."

"You're just trying to find a way to mooch off of me, you cheap bastard."

"Look who's talking, Mr. I Can't Afford a Decent Ride Cause of Daddy."

AJ flipped me the usual middle finger response and threw back the last of his beer. Just as his mug hit the table, I elbowed him and jerked my head in the direction of the door.

There she was, Allie, dressed in black and metal studs, strutting it like a runway model for BDSM magazine. She was flanked by three of her friends, a guy and two girls.

Damn.

She looked delicious enough to eat, long black hair loose and flowing. As she moved, wisps floated from her face as if blown away by her radiance. Her eyes were lined, dark, and she wore cherry red lipstick on plump, parted lips. Just the sight of her, and I about shot a wad in my pants.

I raised a hand to signal her. My eyes raked up and down her body, feasting on the patch of bare skin between her top and the waist of her short black skirt. Being a guy, I don't know the name of the short tops girls wear, but this one looked like a metal-studded bra, but with slightly more fabric.

Our eyes locked across the room. She gave me a slight head nod and led the way as they grouped into a v-formation, Allie on point. Clearly, she was the leader of this entourage, commanding, powerful and goddamn hot as hell.

Her eyes drilled into me as she closed the distance to our table and I couldn't look away. I didn't want to. There was one hell of a connection going on between us. I tried to ignore the little voice in my head barking a warning, "Run, run for the hills, man!" I stared, in a trance. I was tripping, freaking falling for those eyes and everything else about this goddess.

With eyes still glued to her, my victory speech dribbled out of my mouth. I couldn't even look at AJ when I spoke. "I won. Looks like you owe me two pitchers of beer, bro."



       
         
       
        

"Pitchers? Hell, no. One glass … "

I heard him talking, attempting to disrupt me from my fantasy, flinging a string of lame complaints in my direction, but I wasn't listening. I was lost in a daze; captured by Allie's presence, already imagining how many different positions I could fuck her in.

She stopped at the edge of our table, her three friends at her side and stepped forward. With my jaw hanging open, I kicked AJ under the table to shut him up so my goddess could speak. He was whining like a little bitch about something or other.

"Hello," Allie said.

I clamped my jaw shut and popped up out of my chair to greet her. "Allie! You made it."

"Of course. I said I'd come. And I always keep my word." Her voice was smooth like flowing water, her eyelids heavy with thick, black lashes and narrowed slightly as she spoke. How could AJ think this beauty had a snarky attitude? Didn't he see what I saw in Allie? Didn't he hear the purr in her voice, like I did?

AJ stood and said, "Great. Everybody's here so, let's all sit and have a beer."

Once again, what AJ said barely registered, and I spoke directly to Allie. "Please, sit down everyone. And Allie, introduce your friends." I really didn't care much about meeting her friends, but it was the polite thing to say, so I motioned to the empty seat in front of her. I counted the chairs and realized there weren't enough. Before I could move, she was already pointing and directing her friends where to sit, the assertiveness I'd sensed earlier in full throttle now.

Feeling useless, I melted into my chair. For some girls, this would come across as bossy, or bitchy, but I liked Allie's commanding demeanor. For some odd reason, it made the blood rush to my cock.

Allie motioned for the one girl to sit to her right. "This is my friend, Jen," she said, as a petite girl with big eyes lowered herself onto the wooden chair. I could see that AJ was already studying Jen, evaluating her for the conquest, as guys often do. It was obvious the other two friends were together as a couple, by the way they stood close to each other, arms winding around each other's waists. So it looked like AJ was in luck.