Page 2 of Devil's Own: Roughneck

It was a vicious cycle because I spent the first couple of days off home sleeping in the room I rented, then for the rest of the time, I spent it drinking and fucking anything with a pussy. The hole was my goal.

“Rough,” he says, laughing as he slides me my drink. Always laughing. I still have no idea what’s so damn funny.

“What do you know about the chick in the corner?” I ask.

“She’s hot,” he answers. “Bet she’d be a wild fuck.”

NowIlaugh. “You telling me you can still get it up at your age?”

“Little blue pill does wonders for an old codger like me.”

“No offense, but I think she’d break you in half.”

“Oh, I have no doubt she’d fuck me till my heart gave out from overstimulation. But it’d be a hell of a way to go.”

“Got to give you that.”

“Other than that, she came in about an hour ago. Looks like something’s on her mind. What? No clue. Maybe you should find out. You could do worse.”

“Know that’s right.” Then I sigh. “But I’m not sure. We had Gruff’s service today. I’m still a bit rattled about that.”

His face sobers real quick from his usually upbeat nature. “Nasty business, what happened to him.”

The one waitress he keeps employed here for when the place gets busy, which means busy for him, walks up to the bar with her tray. “Rough.” She winks.

“Heidi,” I reply. She’s pretty, but not as pretty as the bitch in the corner. Her tits are nice but not as big as the rack on the bitch in the corner. I’ve fucked her a few different times. A couple at her place and once right here in that same men’s restroom that I used to clean as a kid. I liked that Heidi let me take her ass, but her narrow hips and small cheeks didn’t give me much to hang on to when we did.

Heidi always whined she wanted it rough, but I couldn’t ever do it. I worried I was going to hurt her if I did. So the sex was good, but I didn’t get off the way I liked to get off.

“Need three more Buds,” she says, and Nutty pulls three bottles from the fridge and pops the cap on each. Heidi leans over the bar to pull Nutty in close, kissing him on the lips. Then she leaves her tray on the bartop, opting to carry the brown bottles.

“What the fuck was that?” I ask.

“Heidi needed a place to stay. I gave her my extra room. She got horny one night, I took my blue pill, and she rode me like a rodeo cowgirl. We fuck every damn night. Got no heirs. She’s getting the bar when I kick off. Probably why she fucks me every night. Hoping one climax too many will put me in the ground.”

“Not why,” she calls back as she clears the table where she’d just dropped the full bottles off of their empties. “It’s the size of your dick.”

Webothlaugh this time.

“And sorry to tell you, but you’re gonna have an heir in about thirty-two weeks.” She patts her belly.Holy shit!

Nutty starts coughing.

“You okay?” I ask, but he still doesn’t speak.

“Don’t let him die,” she yells, rushing back over to the bar. She runs around to slap his back. “Need an ambulance, baby?” she asks, sounding like a concerned girlfriend, not a silver digger. Couldn’t be a gold digger sleeping with Nutty. He doesn’t have gold to dig. And damn, if she doesn’t get tears in her eyes. “Not ready to lose you.”

He squeezes her hand. “Not dying. Just shocked.”

The woman might have daddy issues, but I’d say she’s actually in love with Nutty.

Fuck my life. Nutty has to be seventy by now and gets a woman to fall in love with him and a kid out of the deal.

Another man who’s got something I don’t.

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The old man behind the bar starts coughing up a storm, and I worry that he’s choking or maybe having a heart attack or something, so I shoot up out of my seat to run over to help him out. I’ve worked a ton of different jobs in my life: anything and everything to keep a roof over my son’s head and keep him well-fed. In one of those jobs, I worked in a nursing home and had to learn CPR. They paid for the training, and having a young son at home at the time, I figured I probably needed to learn it, anyway.

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