Page 16 of Ball Buster

Tears burn behind my eyes threatening to spill out over the brims. No one has ever spoken to me the way he does.

“Go fuck yourself.”

“Don’t have to. Got plenty of bitch’s eager to take this dick. You cut the attitude, maybe you’ll make the cut.”

“In your dreams.” I jerk away from him.

“I’ll be sure to let you know how that goes after tonight.” He grins and I practically run to the bathroom before he sees me cry.

I take a good five minutes to pull myself together. Part of me wants to say screw this and leave. But I know that’s likely what game he’s playing at.

He’s a dick. The dickiest dickhead of all dicks.

If I were to inform him of my opinion, he’d likely twist it into a compliment about the size of his cock while smiling that stupid smirk that seems to be his signature expression.

Even if he looks good doing it is besides the point.

It isn’t until I start out of the bathroom that I realize I’m not wearing my shoes.Great. Now I need to disinfect the soles of my feet. I’m already worried about what type of diseases that trash panda could be carrying. Now I’ve got to worry about what my feet may have just touched. Solo probably screws his fuck buddies in there for all I know.

I slip my shoes on and go to grab my notebook when one of the older men shoots me a wink which oddly makes me smile instead of cringe.

Solo tosses a couple of twenties on the bar in front of me. “Make yourself useful and grab us some lunch.”

Make myself useful. I nearly choke on the choice words I want to hurl at him as I bite them down. He wants a reaction. Instead of smarting off I smile sickly sweet. “No problem.” I click my pen. “Let me write down your order.”

He stares at me a moment waiting for a smartass remark that isn’t coming. “Dairy Bar in town has the best hot dogs. Get me two footlongs and onion rings.”

“Want me to get an order of fries too since you like both?”

“Yeah sure. Get yourself something too.”

“Any special instructions for your footlongs?”

“Nope. Tell’em it’s for me. Chrissy knows what I like.”

That one comment burns through me and I catch myself scrunching my damn nose. I bet every damn girl with tits and ass in this town knows what he likes but I keep the thought to myself.

“You good, babe?”

“Peachy keen.”

“Better get going then. They get busy as fuck during lunch.”

Finding the restaurant isn’t hard. There’s not a lot to this town though I enjoy the smalltown vibe. I park near a group of motorcycles. The riders are clustered around two picnic tables. These guys wear the same rocker on the back of their vests as Solo. Must be his club brothers.

I ignore the group but can sense the heat of their stares against my back. My spine straightens when I hear, “Nice ass.” I roll my eyes and get in line to order. It doesn’t take long for one of the men in their group to walk up behind me.

“Haven’t saw you around town before.”

I turn around coming face to face with a biker hottie with a patch that says Chaser. I bet I know how he got that name. Probably because he chases ass.

“That’s because I’m new to the area.”

“What brings you here? We’ve had an influx of single women past few years.”

“Who said I’m single?”

“Noted. All right, you got a man?”

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