Page 15 of Blade

What the fuck was that?

Wait, fuck, what did Viper say?

Instead of answering, I look toward the woman again only to see her look at the other waitress and whisper something, causing the ginger woman’s face to light up as she practically runs over to us while unzipping more of the front of her yellow dress, her hot pink bra further in view while the other waitress looks my way once more but soon rushes over to the pass to pick up some food.

She doesn’t want to serve us?

Is it our cuts?

What the actual fuck?

I chew my bottom lip as I watch her ass sway while she walks away, and my dick perks up as I imagine those legs wrapped around my head as I eat her pretty pussy out.

Okay, so my dick does more than perk, it stands in attention, and he likes what he sees.

“Yo, Blade?” Psycho says, snapping me out of my lustful thoughts, and I blink again and look towards my brothers.

Viper frowns and asks, “You good?”

I clear my throat, resist the urge to look at the other waitress, and state, “Yeah, sorry, what did you say?”

“I was saying, I think we should sit for a while, eat some grub while scouting the place out,” Venom replies, and I nod once,agreeing while trying to get my head back where it should be just as the ginger waitress stops in front of us, breathing heavy.

“Fuck, I can smell her arousal from here,” Viper whispers, and Psycho snorts while I smirk because he’s not wrong.

The woman also has patch chaser written all over her, and if these men are stupid enough to go there, well, then, more fool them, I guess. And I know one thing, I won’t be bailing them out this time.

“Hey, gentleman, my name is Michelle, and I’ll be your server today,” she says sultrily, and Venom mutters, “I bet you will be…”

I swallow my chuckle and state, “A table for four if you have one.”

She looks my way and licks her bottom lip before biting it. Then she nods and whispers, “Follow me, gentlemen,” and walks away.

I roll my eyes at her confidence that she has my eyes on her, a president, and nod to the brothers to follow her. They smirk before all three of them decide to do rock, paper, scissors to see who gets to fuck her first. I shake my head and walk around the tables. My eyes go to the other waitress serving an elderly couple, a sweet, small smile on her heart-shaped face.

Fuck I’d bet those lips would feel amazing around my cock.

“Here are your menus,” Michelle says as she places the plastic menus on the table. Then she bites her bottom lip, pushes her chest out as she moves out of our way, and we take a seat.

She asks, “Can I get you all a drink while you decide what you want to eat?”

“Coffee’s all around, sweet cheeks,” Viper says, and the woman’s cheeks heat, proving she’s all bark and no bite. I shake my head as I grab the menu but don’t look through it. Instead, my eyes wander to the other waitress for the third time. She’srefilling the saltshakers at the counter, her attention everywhere but here, making me frown.

We locked eyes, and she was interested. I could see her pulse racing in her neck and her pupils were dilated, so why in the fuck is she not walking over here trying to get my attention like Michelle here?

Women flock to me, and I’m not trying to toot my own horn, they just fucking do. They love that I’m a Pres, they love that I wear overalls and that I’m a grease monkey, and they fucking love that I make them come before I do, yet this woman isn’t even looking at me.

Why?

More importantly, why do I care?

Michelle says, “I’ll be over with your drinks in a moment,” but I don’t acknowledge her and I don’t take my eyes off the beauty at the counter, talking to customers without looking up from her task. I want her to look at me, but instead, she puts the refills away, turns, and walks down a hallway, and I blink in shock.

“No one ever walks away from me,” I claim out loud and the brothers look my way with a raised brow, but I just shake my head, baffled.

I’m a fucking catch, yet she walked away.

What the fuck?

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