Walk Of Shame(37)

“Fuck!”

I toss the condom packet at the building and rub my hands over my face. I am beyond frustrated with myself at the moment. This is not fucking good. Sex has always been my way to cope. If I don’t have that what kind of pussy am I? What the fuck am I supposed to do now?

She looks over her shoulder to see my face before she quickly stands up and pulls her dress down. She looks disappointed as fuck. “What the hell is wrong? Are we doing this or not?”

I shake my head while pulling my jeans back up and exhaling. “Not.” I buckle my jeans and then turn to walk away while redoing my belt buckle. I need to get my ass busy with something. Fucking shots or something. Anything to numb this shit.

I storm my way back into the bar and over to Sarah. “Give me a fucking shot; the strongest you got . . . and quick.” I sit my ass on a stool and watch as she reaches for a glass. She flashes a knowing smile while setting it down in front of me and eyeing me up and down. “What, Sarah?”

She shakes her head and pours me a shot of Whiskey. “Looks like you’re not the only one here to drink your mind away.” She nods behind me and leans over the bar. “Look behind you by Hemy.”

I grab my shot and spin around in my stool while slamming it back. The sight in front of me makes my heart race.

What the hell?

“How long has she been here?” I push the shot glass in front of Sarah and stand up. “Another one. Fast.”

Sarah sighs and pours me another one. “She got here right after you went outside. She’s already had three shots of Vodka and a Vodka and cranberry.” She watches as I slam back the second shot before speaking again. “She looks like she’s having some fun with Hemy. My guess is . . .” She smirks at me and grabs my empty glass out of my hand. “That you already fucked her. Women always seem to go looking for the next guy to make her feel wanted.”

“Yeah, well we both know she isn’t getting it with that mother fucker. He’s worse than I am. Shit.”

I can already see Hemy working his bad boy charm on Aspen and even from across the room, it looks as if it might be working. The truth is, if Hemy wants to fuck someone he will fuck them one way or another. It’s how it works with him.

He’s over there with his jeans unbuttoned, slowly pouring water down the front of his chest while looking her directly in the eyes and fucking the damn air. From my angle I can see her hands reach out to touch his stomach. I’m not sure I’m liking this shit.

Making my way across the room, I step up behind Aspen and grab her arm to turn her around. It takes her a few seconds before she even registers that she’s looking at me. The drinks are clearly setting in and I’m wondering just what the hell her reasoning is for being all over Hemy. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

Aspen laughs, clearly unfazed by my tone and yanks her arm out of my reach. “I’m getting a strip tease from Hemy. What does it look like?” She reaches for Hemy’s jeans and pulls him closer to her. “Don’t stop dancing on account of that asshole,” she says with a scowl.

Hemy raises an eyebrow to me and smirks as he notices my eyes trail down toward her hands that are working their way down to his hard dick. She’s clearly trying to push my buttons.

“Don’t come over here and try to ruin my fun just because you’re having a bad day. Clearly you have some shit to deal with.” She runs her hand over Hemy’s cock while looking at me. Hemy seems to fucking like this. “Maybe Hemy isn’t as big of a dick as you.” She laughs and looks me in the eyes. “Well, he definitely has as big of a dick as you. Maybe he knows how to use it just as good.”

Okay. Now I am getting extremely fucking pissed. I don’t like seeing her rub his fucking cock one bit. It makes me want to kick the shit out of Hemy. Well, that’s a fucking new feeling. “Too bad you won’t be finding out. You’re fucking going home. Now.”

She yanks her arm away from me as I reach for it. “The hell I am. I’m having fun with Hemy. He’s so damn sexy.” She steps closer to Hemy and caresses his chest and abs. “And I bet those piercings feel . . . good. I’ve heard some hot, hot stories about him. Maybe I want to try him out. Have a little fun of my own for once.”

Hemy goes to reach for her waist, but I place my hand to his chest and push him back. “Back the fuck up, man.” My jaw steels as I look him in the eyes to let him know just how fucking serious I am. “Not a good time to fuck with me.”

Hemy gives me a hard look before backing away and finding the closest chick to start grinding on. We may push each other’s buttons, but we’ve figured out in the past just how far to push each other. We’re not going that fucking route again.