Page 3 of Jake's Angel

Sitting up, I try to pull through the haziness. Aftereffects of all the booze. I work to piece together the events of last night.

O’Malley’s bar. Alcohol. Hawk. The prospects. Me. More alcohol. The table full of giggling college girls in town celebrating the start of summer vacation. The giggling leading to even more alcohol.

A smile curves my lips.The blonde with nice tits. They were perfect for all those body shots.

The hotel room smells of whiskey, sweat, and sex, making my smile widen.

I lean over the side of the bed and find blonde hair fanned out across the floor. Following the trail of tan, naked skin with my eyes, I find a nice, firm, round bare ass attached to long, shapely legs. She rolls to her back, throwing her arm across her eyes with a groan.

Yep. Those are the tits.

“What do you want, Dipshit?”

I lean against the headboard, sifting through the borage of crap on the table for something to drink. There’s nothing but empty mini bar bottles, my keys, wallet, and a few used tissues.

“Well, good morning to you too, dickhead!”

“Fuck off. It’s too early for your shit.”

I don’t remember getting to the hotel, but I already know I didn’t ride drunk. I’d never unnecessarily risk myself or my bike.

Think, Jake.

The woman on the floor groans, moving her legs, trying to get comfortable on the floor. I smile, remembering how those thighs squeezed my head while I ate my fill a few short hours ago.

Uber.

I remember now. I fingered her in the backseat of an Uber. Lucky bastard in the driver’s seat got one hell of a show. If she remembers the ride here, she’ll be mortified, I’m sure.

I should probably feel bad about the situation, but I don’t. Not in the slightest.

Blake, one of our prospects, followed us on my bike, leaving it parked in the hotel parking lot so I could make an easy exit.

Damn.My head is throbbing.How much did we drink?I don’t usually let myself get so fucked-up unless I’m at the clubhouse.The fuck was I thinking?

Not thinking. Trying to forget.

The blonde groans again. Leaning over to check on her, I spot two empty condom foils and a pair of torn red panties on the floor beside her.

Thank fuck, I remembered to wrap up.

I rub my face with my hand, attempting to scrub myself awake, as Hawk’s annoyingly cheerful voice singsongs through the phone. “For someone who spent the night fucking, you sure seem frustrated.” His voice goes high like a schoolgirl in the last part.

“Shut the hell up.” We’re both laughing now.

“You left with the little blonde, right? She still in your bed this morning? Is she the reason you’re not answering your phone?”

“She’s not in bed. She’s on the floor.”

“Did you break the bed or something?” He asks, amused. “What the hell is she doing on the floor?”

“Sleeping. Passed out. Not sure. She just sort of … fell.” I shrug to myself.

“She fell off the bed, and you left her on the floor? You’re a class act, brother.” He continues to laugh.

“Not my fault she fell. I don’t see any point in getting her back in bed. I’m leaving in ten minutes anyway.”

Hawk chuckles. “There’s always time for a quickie.”

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