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I took a deep breath, knowing I was being a dick. I’d always been laid back, but the past year of getting fucked up on a regular basis had altered my personality.

When I was drunk though, my mind relaxed, and I felt like me again.

“Ignore me. I’m working on my attitude, I swear.”

“Don’t worry about it. You know I’ve got you,” he answered as he glanced at me with a smile. “So, what do you want to do today?”

That was a dangerous question. There were plenty of things I wanted to do, but I had to control myself and find new hobbies. Partying while getting wasted wasn’t helping my struggles.

“Let’s go to Wet Dreams,” I suggested, and he blew out a breath.

“Your sister would kill me.”

“No, she won’t. She trusts you and knows just because you learned to keep your dick to yourself, doesn’t mean I have. C’mon, I’ll make sure you don’t get a lap dance,” I teased, knowing he’d agree to keep me happy.

I needed my dick sucked or something, so the whorehouse that fronted as a strip club was the perfect place to go.

Beckett could get over it.

Chapter Two

Ryder

The bass pulsed through my body and the lights flashed across the dance floor as the hot piece of ass in front of me pressed her back against my chest, grinding against my groin to the beat. “Swing” by Savage and Joel Fletcher thumped through Wet Dreams as we danced, my fingers flexing on the woman's waist as she rolled her body.

I was way too drunk, the room spinning around me and making me sway.

I leaned down to nip her neck, chuckling as she moaned. “You want to take this out back?”

I knew that it was technically only available for clients of the whorehouse and not for social humping, but Lexi usually just rolled her eyes at me without sending me packing.

“Ry, we need to go,” Jett called over the music, but I ignored him, holding the woman closer to slide my hand down her front and dipping my fingers under her dress. She parted her legs more, one of her hands sliding behind my neck as she leaned back further.

“Fuck me here,” she whined, not giving a fuck that she was literally flashing her pussy to the room. It was dark, but the strobe lights were bright, meaning people definitely saw what we were doing.

“You’re a naughty little thing, aren’t you?” I answered, sliding my fingers into her panties, but I paused as I noticed Lexi standing directly in front of us with her arms crossed. “Hey, Lex.”

“I think you should head home, Ry. Just because we sell sex here doesn’t mean we want to see it on the dance floor,” she warned, her eyes flicking beside me as Jett joined us.

“Sorry, Lex. I’m trying to get his ass home,” Jett apologized, and I let out a snort.

“I’m not ready to leave, I’m busy.”

“Bring her with us if you want, but we need to go,” Jett said firmly, and the woman pulled away from us with uncertainty in her gaze.

“I might just go.”

I was so sick of people ruining my fun. I wasn’t high, so I didn’t understand the problem.

“Don’t worry about them, babe. They’re just being a stick in the mud,” I said as I reached for her, but she shook her head and took another step back.

“I need to go. Thanks for the dance.” She walked off to join her friends and I glared at Jett.

“What the fuck, dude? Just because you’re happy fucking the same pussy for the rest of your life doesn’t mean I have to settle down too,” I snapped, his calm eyes holding mine.

“You’re bothering Lexi’s business,” he explained, and I stumbled as I pulled my keys from my pocket. He snatched them before I could process what he was doing, jabbing a finger against my chest. “You’re not driving. I’ll take you home.”

“Give me those!”

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