Page 15 of Bounty
“Keep those compliments coming, babe. They’re good for my ego.”
“As if you need them.” She dipped a fry into ketchup, then stuck it in her mouth. “You know you’re the epitome of male beauty.”
“You have quite a silver tongue.”
Instead of taking that praise and running with it, she lowered her gaze, her shyness returning. The waitress brought Effie’s margarita and sat it next to her plate, then dug in the valley of her tits. She laid a slip of paper next to the drink.
“I get off at eleven. Call me if you’d like to go dancing.”
The waitress walked away, and Effie stared at the phone number, blinking rapidly, at a loss for words.
It reminded me of Daria’s request that I call her other daughter. I picked up my burger and bit into it, then chased it with a gulp of beer.
“Tell me about Cass.”
Effie raised her stunning gaze to me. Gold, blue, and green flecked hazel eyes, with a startling amber within their depths. I could lose myself in their beauty.
“Cass? My sister?”
Nodding, I took another big bite of my burger, pleased that she wasn’t dainty or shy about eating in front of me.
“Why?” she demanded, once she swallowed, then she scowled. “My mother told you about her.”
“She gave me her number. She wants me to call her and ask her out.”
Straightening, she set her burger on the plate, folded her arms, and sniffed. “I hope you told her that’s impossible.”
Jealousy wove through the statement. It was so cute that I hid a smile. “What reason would I give?”
“What do you mean?” she gasped. “How about you live in Oklahoma City and Cass lives in Corpus Christi? Distance dooms relationships.”
I was happy to hear her speak those words. It meant she understood we’d only ever be friends with benefits whenever we ran across each other. I was no longer an advocate for relationships. One old lady cheated on me. Another onethreatened to shoot me and one of the club girls if she caught us talking again.
Fuck commitment and exclusivity. A woman fucked me up. When I fell, I fell fucking hard, and I liked how clearheaded I’d been once I got through my grief when my relationships ended.
I allowed us to finish most of our food before picking up the conversation again.
“Would Cassie appreciate a call from me?” I asked, pushing my plate aside and tasting my beer.
Effie hadn’t touched her margarita yet. She stuffed the last of her fries into her mouth, swiped the napkin across her lips, and threw it aside.
“Cassie doesn’t appreciate anything that isn’t about Chad, her boyfriend,” she snapped, her fire dousing her awkwardness. “He’s a fucking asshole, which she refuses to see. He’s a cheater, a manipulator, and a grifter.” She folded her arms again, her defenses back up. “Is Mom paying you to call her?”
“I’m not a goddamn gigolo, Effie,” I barked, offended. “I expected you to have a better opinion of me. If I call her, it’s because I want to.”
“Right.” She snatched her drink, wrapped her lips around the straw, and sucked. Hard.
My cock sprung back to life and my nuts throbbed. Images of her pouty mouth wrapped around Big Boy rose in my head and I forgot Cassie, Daria, and every other woman. I wondered if Effie had ever sucked dick. Generally, I didn’t allow a virgin mouth anywhere near him.
She sucked again and a little noise escaped her. I adjusted my cock, dug in my cut, and got my cigarettes and a lighter. Something to calm me and take the edge off.
“God, this is delicious,” she groaned, setting her drink aside. Color swept into her cheeks and she grinned. “I better slow down. I don’t want to end up sloshed.”
“You said two drinks were your limit on a full stomach.” She hadn’t even had one. Just a few fucking swallows. “I would’ve suggested wine for you.”
“There’s a lot of tequila in this drink.”
Yeah, a lot ofcheaptequila. Fuck. I hadn’t considered that.
