Page 10 of Just a Little Prick

If she left with anyone, it would definitely be me.

She stood suddenly, smiling down at me. “Hey. I think I’m almost tapped out. You want a shot first?”

“Hell yeah, I want a shot,” I replied. “Put it on my tab. Jack, if they’ve got it.”

She grinned, making a little finger-gun gesture at me with both hand as she stepped back. “You got it. Be right back.”

I shook my head, letting her go.

Garrett grinned and slapped me on the shoulder. “Hey, give the rest of us a shot, asshole.”

“Not my fault if you were too slow, kid. You gotta strike fast with a girl that hot. Figured you’d know that by now.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” He shook his head. “Tell us how she was tomorrow. If Kenzie doesn’t kill you before you get to work.”

“She won’t kill me.”

“You sure? She’s giving you the murder eyes.” He glared at me, his best approximation of my sister’s face.

“Whatever. You’re just—”

“Hey, let me go, dickhead!”

Lora.

I was on my feet at the same time as Ryker and Garrett. On the other side of the table, Zoe stood, too; Benny and Logan stopped their conversation to look. The same dickhead who had grabbed Lora earlier was back at it, his arm around her. He’d taken one of the shots from her. It looked like he was trying to make her drink with him.

Fuck, no.

“Hands off her, asshole!” Ryker was the first one to move, taking a few steps forward. “She doesn’t want to talk to you.”

His hands curled into fists, muscles tensed.

The college boy looked up, smirking. Cocky little prick. “What, you think she wants to talk to you?”

Lora looked at me, helpless. Fuck.

Benny came around the table, standing at my left.

“You don’t wanna do this,” Benny said. “You’re gonna make yourself look real fucking stupid in front of your friends.”

The guy snorted. He knocked back the shot and gave Lora a little push. She stumbled forward, the shot slipping from her hands. The glass shattered on the floor, spilling whiskey.

The frat boy lunged at Ryker.

I grabbed Lora’s hand.

“We’re getting out of here. Now.”

* * * * *

We made it back to Lora’s place. My phone hadn’t gone off yet—nobody had noticed us leaving, caught up in what was already turning into a brawl by the time Lora and I hit the door. She stood with me in the living room of her apartment, chewing her lower lip.

“Hey. You good?” I asked, putting my hand on her shoulder.

“Yeah.” She nodded, then turned her head, looking up at me.

She surged forward, pressing herself to my chest. Her tits were right against my body. My cock twitched.

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