Page 89 of Absinthe Dreams
It was a pleasure, kissing her, touching her, and watching her takeherpleasure from me. I would be lying if I said I didn’t want her to. I did. In fact, I wanted to give her everything. I wanted her to take all of me, the good, the bad, the indifferent.
I wanted this woman to myself, more than I’d wanted for anything in my life, and I couldn’t fathom what I’d done in this life, or any of the lives before it, to deserve such a beautiful and fabled creature as she.
I didn’t know how long we were at it, like that, in the darkened corner of that bar, but it felt like ages and ages. It was slow, and steady, and long enough that we kept drinking even while she rode me, and I was one proud motherfucker that one problem I didnotsuffer from was a bad case of whiskey dick.
I was as long, straight, eager, and as proud as a little soldier returned from war and about to gethisdick wet.
She rode me, writhing on me, holding onto me while I worked her back and forth over the top of me with my hands, until we both worked our way up into a gasping frenzy, our breath sawing in and out of our chests like we couldn’tgetany air.
I was vaguely aware of cheering going on behind her, and in front of me, as she gasped and threw her head back, the walls of her pussy tightening around me. There was shouting and urging and“yeaaah!”as we both drew closer and closer to that ultimate kiss of the little death that was hard orgasm.
Genesis stiffened in my arms, and a loud and rowdy cheer went up, and I swear I followed her into that narrow, sparking tunnel of sensation that sent jet after jet of my hot come deep up inside of her.
She collapsed into my arms, her breath hot across the back of my neck as she curled into me, and I saw some of the guys watching and money trading hands, one of ‘em holding up and shaking a motherfucking stop watch in his fist.
Jesus Christ.
Genesis was giggling, her body shaking with laughter, as I held her tight and looked up into her green eyes, feverish with love and lust that was all for me.
Fuck I loved this woman.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Genesis…
Fucking hangover gnomes!
I woke to my head pulsing and throbbing, draped over Chainsaw in a… a restaurant booth?
I shoved off him, and he jolted awake, wincing as we both tried to figure out what’d woken us up.
“I said,get up!” LaCroix shouted, and he banged a large kitchen spoon against the rim of a metal trash can lid.
“Alright! Alright! We’re up! We’re up!” Saint yelled.
“Fuckin’ prick,” Chainsaw muttered.
“Time to take Cypress home, y’all,” Hex intoned, and that sobered a lot of us uprealquick.
I met the girls in the small bathroom the restaurant had, and we all took turns rinsing our mouths at the tap and taking a piss in one of the two stalls. I used the bathroom first, soaped and washed my hands carefully, then, before I could even think about rinsing my mouth, I was throwing up violently into the sink.
I think it was Jesse Lou who held my hair back.
I rinsed my mouth as best I could and mumbled, “Sorry.”
“Ain’t my first rodeo with puke, honey,” she said. “I got a kid at home.”
I tried to nod, but that just set the hangover gnomes to pounding the shit out of the inside of my head so hard I thought my face was gonna slide off any second.
“Found your shoes.” Chainsaw handed them to me, outside the bathroom door, and I put them on, using his broad shoulder to hold myself up as I did.
“I don’t think I want my panties back,” I said, scanning the barroom floor.
“You don’t,” he said.
“Hell of a fucking souvenir for the place,” I muttered, and Hex snorted as he was taking a sip of coffee beside us.
I went and sat down in the chair Chainsaw and I had used the night before, and a few moments later, he came up and put a cup of coffee between my hands.
