Climbing out of the cab, I head inside the small bar, look towards our usual seats, and make my way over to Mac, Taylor, and Kyle. “‘Sup, fellas,” I say, nodding hello to them as I slide up onto my designated barstool.
As soon as the bartender spots me, he slides a Bud Light my way. I happily accept it, twisting the cap off and savoring my first long sip. It was so hot out on the course today that we ended up forgoing the beers and drank water instead. The last thing I wanted was to add having heat stroke to my list of why today fucking blows.
“Nothing much. Been a pretty chill day. We played Xbox most of the afternoon at the apartment. What about you?” Mac asks, leaning on his forearms and peering down the bar at me.
The last thing I’m going to do is tell them how my day really was, so instead, I tell them, “Spent the day at the country club. You guys scope the place out yet?”
We always eye the place as it begins to fill up, checking for any groups of potential bed buddies for the evening. All except for Kyle, who has now suddenly jumped on the relationship bandwagon and has a steady girlfriend.
On the weekends, this place is always packed with college kids and regular locals. It’s the perfect place to go if you want to have drinks, shoot some pool, play some darts, and actually be able to converse with your buddies. I hate nightclubs. So many people go to the local clubs here, but I try to avoid them as much as I can. Once in a while, the guys will want to go to one to find some hot tourists to hook up with, but the majority of the time, this is where we come.
Taylor, who’s annoyingly flicking at the peeling label of his beer, cuts in, answering me, “There’s a group of girls in the back booth. Mostly fives, but there’s two or three eights.”
Luckily for me, there’s only three of us looking to flirt the panties off of them, and the odds are in my favor. Because it’s common knowledge I always get the hottest in the group we scope out. Girls simply can’t resist me, and once they learn I’m ‘the Linc’, they fight over who’ll go home with me. It sucks for Taylor and Mac, but they have nothing to be pissed about. They still always leave with a chick willing to ride their dicks. Sure, they’re second choice, but it’s sure as hell better than going home and rubbing one out to cheap internet porn.
“Well, what are you dickheads waiting for? Let’s buy the girls another…whatever their poison of choice is tonight, and go over there to see if any of the hot ones are single.” Even if the hot ones aren’t single, odds are one will still leave here tonight and end up beneath me, relishing the multiple orgasms I’ll gladly gift her with.
Thankfully, Taylor and Mac have a spare bedroom I plan on going to tonight. I don’t want to take any chances bringing a girl back to Vivian’s and having a repeat of spring break all over again. I don’t need Raven magically appearing at her mom’s and ruining my plans on giving my dick a much needed workout. As long as I’m drunk enough and fucking hard enough, the thoughts of Raven should float away into the foggy San Francisco night, and if I’m lucky, get lost somewhere over the fucking ocean and never return.
After an hour of flirting my ass off and pulling out all my tricks, I have a very gorgeous blonde wearing a barely-there, skintight dress sitting on my lap at the booth she and her friends are hanging out at. Taylor is in the seat across from me, with a knockout on his lap. She has milk chocolate legs that go on for days, and the most intense almond-shaped eyes that are a mix of green and brown.
We definitely hit the jackpot tonight. Sadly for Mac, the rest of the girls are either too ugly to fuck, or off the market and not looking to toss away their man for a one-night stand with him. But that hasn’t gotten him down. Instead, he sauntered his ass back up to the bar and is now flirting with one hot fucking cougar.
All in all, it’s turned out to be a pretty stellar night for us. Kyle just tore out, because his girlfriend—also known as the ‘ball keeper’—has him on a short leash and wanted him home by midnight.
The sound of the heavy wooden door of the bar slamming shut carries through the room full of laughter, loud chatter, and music from the sound system. Lifting my eyes toward the front of the bar, I have to do a double-take as I watch Raven, Tessa, and two guys walk up to the bar. I don’t recognize the guy with his hand at the small of Tessa’s back, but I do recognize the asshat with his paws all over Raven.
It’s Bryant Jones. He’s the son of Vivian’s partner at her law firm, and he’s nothing but an uptight, arrogant jackass—who I’ve heard is packing a toy-sized dick in his way-too-tight skinny jeans he’s wearing at the moment.
I smile to myself as I feel my dick—which I don’t care how self-obsessed it sounds—is one big-ass dick jump at the sight of her. I have the opinions of enough women to allow me to state the obvious with pride, without feeling like an arrogant jackass, like Bryant fucking Jones over there. Blondie on my lap giggles as she looks down at me with a glazed-over stare, assuming that my dick is getting hard because she’s on my lap, which is only half the truth.
I’m a guy. Of course it’s going to get semi-erect from a hot ass chick sitting on it. Seeing Raven, who my dick has been aching to be reacquainted with once again, has only made it a tad bit more excited.
Taylor notices me staring towards the bar and turns to look over his shoulder to see what it is I’m looking at. As soon as he spots Raven and Bryant, he gives me a ‘don’t screw this up’ glare as he tightens his grip on the girl sitting pretty on his lap.
I can’t help but roll my eyes at him.
Sure, the thought to go over there and drag Raven out of the bar popped into my head for like a millisecond, but there’s no way in hell I’m going to actually do that. Then everyone in the bar would know something happened between us. Before we could even get into a cab, Bryant would be on his cell calling his father to tell him how Vivian’s future son-in-law went all barbarian and hauled ass out of the bar with Raven over his shoulder. That’d be one sure fire way to give my dad a heart attack and destroy his marriage before it even starts.
“What do you say we play some darts? Us against you two,” I say to Taylor, waving my hands between us and our girls for the evening.
Their friends all chime in, agreeing they’d love to watch us play, and even begin betting on which one of us will win, to make the game even more interesting.
Ashley, the blonde on my lap, slides off and climbs to her feet, giving me a sultry grin as she adjusts her dress, which has ridden up her thighs. “I’ve never played darts before. Do you think you could help me practice a little before we start playing?” she asks sweetly, reaching out and taking my hand with hers.
“It’d be my pleasure.”
Spinning in front of me, she begins pulling me towards the dartboard on the far wall, taking extra care to swish her ass side-to-side. I can’t resist when I have an ass like that taunting me. With one quick move, my hands connect with her ass, causing her to squeal out and an array of giggles to fill the bar. Glancing over her shoulder at me, she bites her lip seductively, making my dick throb as the thought of those lips sucking my dick flashes through my head.
Because I’m an asshole and I let curiosity get the better of me, I find myself turning my eyes away from Ashley and back towards the bar, where Raven and Bryant are still sitting, trying to see if Raven has noticed I’m here, and not alone either.
By the stare of death I’m receiving from across the room, it’s safe to say she noticed. I give her a wink and turn back to Ashley, wrap my arm around her waist, and pull her flush against me as I whisper in her ear, “Grab the darts, sweetheart, so I can show you how it’s done.” I feel her shiver against me as she runs her nails along my forearm.
“Okay.” The word comes out laced with need as she slips away from my grasp and begins collecting the darts from the dartboard. Strutting back towards me, she holds a dart out and tells me, “I’m ready for my lesson to begin.”
“Spin around, sweetheart.” Stepping behind her, I run my hand along her arm, enjoying how every little touch has her turning into putty in my hands. Women are so easy. It’s one of the many reasons I think I can’t stop thinking about Raven. She was my one and only challenge. She made me bust through her armored fortress before I could get her into my bed. Bet or not, I know she only agreed to the damn wager, because deep down she wanted my dick as badly as I wanted her sweet pussy.
I grip Ashley’s hand and begin demonstrating the perfect form for tossing the dart. I squeeze her hip with my free hand as I bring my lips back to her ear again. “Now, focus on the bull’s-eye. My secret is I think of one person who’s pissed me the fuck off today, and just visualize their face right there at the bull’s-eye mark. Aim, bring your hand back, and then bring your hand forward, snapping your delicate little wrist, and watch it soar at the board. Make sure you put enough force into your throw that it sticks into the dartboard, or else it’ll bounce off it and land on the floor, giving you zero points.”
She nods, taking in everything I’m saying to her. “I think I got it. Now let’s see if I can do this, or if I’m going to make a complete ass of myself.” She laughs as we get ready to throw the first dart.