Page 47 of The Biker's Virgin
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX – BLAINE
Blaine slunk into the chair in the clubhouse. He didn’t know what Zeb planned to do with Tyson’s body or what he planned to tell his old lady. It was a sad night for the club. They should’ve been celebrating their success in taking down the top members of the Scorpions, but their celebration had turned into a memorial. He chugged two beers as soon as he got to the clubhouse and was now plowing through his tenth. He planned to drink until he couldn’t see, or feel anything.
He was sweaty, tired, and wasted. Through his beer goggles he saw Lizzy approach him seductively. Her lips were moving but he couldn’t hear what she was saying. He felt her mount his lap, but didn’t have the energy to push her off. She took his arms by his wrists and tried to wrap them around her waist. Blaine rested his thick arms on her bony hips while holding a beer in each fist. She leaned in and kissed his neck. He could feel her warm breath on his neck, but it didn’t do anything for him. The sensation was not unlike a pesky mosquito buzzing around his head. Her curly hair tickled his face and kept getting caught in his lips, he tried to blow it away. His cock wasn’t stirring, and he wanted her off his lap, but was too tired to resist. He allowed Lizzie to nuzzle into his neck and slip her hands under his shirt. He took a drink of his beer over her shoulder.
Lizzie grew agitated at his lack of response and nipped him on the collarbone with her teeth. Blaine flinched and dropped his beer bottle. He grabbed Lizzie by her hips and shoved her onto the floor.
“Blaine! What the fuck?” she screamed.
“If you want to be useful you can get me another beer,” he slurred.
Lizzie grabbed onto the side of the chair and hoisted herself to her feet, wobbly in her platform boots. She brushed off her pants and fluffed up her hair.
“Fucking asshole.” She turned and walked to the beer fridge and yanked out a beer. She screwed off the cap and whipped it at him. It hit his cheek but he didn’t flinch. She wordlessly handed him the cold bottle.
Blaine drank the beer in three gulps.
“Another,” he barked.
Lizzie complied.
Blaine continued drinking until his vision went black, his chin slumped to his chest, and his beer bottle slipped from his unconscious grasp to smash on the concrete floor.
