Xavier FINAL(64)
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Nope,” she laughed. “You have a lot of ass to kiss buddy.”
“You mean pussy to eat?” Her jaw dropped. “Let’s make a deal Irish. I hook him; you and me, my place and you’ll be on your knees swallowing two days’ worth of cum. You hook him I’ll eat your pussy raw. You can have tomorrow off cause you’re gonna be laying in bed with an ice pack on between your legs.”
“You’re a pig,” she laughed.
“You’re drunk.”
“You should shut your mouth and save your strength. I’ve got an ace up my sleeve.” She nodded towards Tally.
“Pussy is pussy. It’s bros before hoes Irish.”
I grabbed her hand and pulled her out on the dance floor.
“I didn’t agree to dance with you.”
“I didn’t ask.”
They were covering Sweeter by Gavin DeGraw. She was shaking her ass and I was making damn sure she was shaking it for me. I held her hips in my hands and pulled her back against my chest, guiding her body as I rocked against her. My hand moved up her side and her arms rose in the air. We moved to the beat of the song, our bodies in sync. It was hot as fuck.
I moved my hand in front of her letting it rest low enough that rested just below the sexiest little belly button my tongue had ever dipped inside. I moved my hand slowly up and then used just my finger drawing an imaginary line between her tits until my hand rested at the base of her throat. I pushed her chin up with a finger and she rested her head on my shoulder and looked up at me. I bent down and nipped her upper lip and she closed her eyes allowing her body to relax against mine.
The next cover started and it was Painkiller by Three Days Grace. I was just about ready to drag her out back when a loud bang and an even louder what the fuck came through the speakers.
I turned to see what the hell was going on and the drummer was passed out cold on the stage. I saw the bar owner fly out of the back and start screaming at Beckett.
“I fucking told you one more fuck up and you guys were done here. This is one more time. Beckett you’re better than this but I’m fucking done. Pack your shit and get out.”
“We can finish the set man. I need the cash Joey.”
“We already agreed. You don’t get paid if you don’t finish.”
I walked Taelyn over to Tally and took her face in my hands, “Prepare yourself Irish. You’ll be on your knees soon.”
I walked up and told the owner I could fill in. He laughed at me and Beckett hung his head.
“Are you kidding me?” The owner asked.
“Give me a shot man. That’s all anyone needs right is someone to take a chance on them. I fuck it up you don’t pay them, I don’t fuck up they get paid. Either way the set gets finished, your customers go home with on hell of a story about your place man.”
He laughed and waved his hand in the air, “The nights fucked up anyway.” And then he walked away.
Beckett looked at me, “Thanks man but …”
“But nothing. You get paid tonight, you give me a shot.”
“My music is for me. No offense man but I looked you up on the internet. I love to rock the stage and I get paid in pussy either way.”
“I hear you man I really do but this isn’t a game for me either.”
He let out a deep breath and shook his head, “If you’re for real we talk, but there are three of us hear.”
“But only two of you seem serious. Your drummer is holding you back.”
The crowd was getting restless and I looked at Beckett. “I’ll show you how serious I am if you’ll do the same.”
“Fuck it, let’s rock.”
Beckett got on stage and took the mic, “This guy thinks he can rock. What do you say we give him a chance?”
“Take your shirt off!” Someone screamed from the audience and I looked over and it was Taelyn. “Take. It. Off.” She chanted and the crowd followed suit.