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Fun. That was all I wanted, all I craved. It got me into trouble for years, but I had nothing to lose anymore. I knew I was a good worker, I knew I was fully capable of helping Payton out just as she did for me. A night out drinking with a new friend could be just the thing I needed to settle in this foreign environment, to allow me to plant some roots in this new Nebraska soil.
I wouldn’t let Payton down, but I also couldn’t die in the fatigue of my own mind.Oh boy… is this the right decision? It’s reckless. You shouldn’t do this, Marley.
“I’d love to get drinks with you.” I said, completely ignoring the warnings of my brain.
And just to make matters worse, I worked against my coherent psyche, pushing me to the depths of hell once again.
“Meet me at Cid’s Pub? Seven o’clock?” I suggested, burying my conscience six feet under. And that was that.
Screw you Hunter Lane.
Screw you.
Chapter Ten
Hunter
Isoaked in the warm water dripping down my torso, lathering a layer of soap over my chest.
Wet fingers trickled down the center of my abdomen, finding their way to the tip of my dick as I thumbed the sensitive parts of my shaft.
“Fuck,”I groaned, wrapping a firm hand around my cock, stroking gently.
My mind immediately went to Britt’s tits, picturing them squished beneath me as I face-fucked her against the side of her mattress. I pictured her high-pitched moans, her mouth taking me in like a good girl. God, she fuckin’ loved taking me in.
I pumped faster, feeling the climax approaching.Her bare ass against my dick, her nipples raw in my fuckin’ mouth, her big brown eyes staring up at me…
I came before I could register what the hell pushed me over the edge. Because Britt had green eyes. Or maybe they were blue. Fuck I don’t fuckin’ know, but they sure as shit weren’t brown.
???
“Just in time!” Josh hollered, sliding two double shots my way as I slid into the booth.
Cid’s was pretty packed for a Thursday night. Not that it wasn’t always busy but tonight was a goddamn lion’s den.
Josh lined up two shots of his own, sprinkling a little lime juice on top of the golden liquid. “Pound ‘er back, Hunt, come on!”
We clinked glasses and tapped the table, downing both in a row. The familiar taste of rum and bitter apple coated my throat, sending me into a euphoric bliss.This is where I fuckin’ belong.
“She workin’ tonight?” Josh asked over the blaring music of Three Days Grace.
“Who?” I responded, looking around as if I knew who the hell he was referring to.
“Britt, ya dud.”
My pulse stalled as I thought about my shower earlier, how I busted a nut to Britt.Sort of.Honestly, I’d hoped to fuck she was working so I could verify her eye colour. They had to be brown, they had to. Why the fuck else would I be thinking about those eyes if they weren’t? It was her tits I thought of, her face I fucked. So why the hell did I think of a pair of brown eyes?And why did they look so damn familiar?
As if the angels above heard my prayers, Britt and her skin tight server fit strolled our way.
She winked at me upon arrival, pulling down her shirt to show more of what I wanted to see.
“Hey boys, hope you don’t mind I stole your table from Gracie,” she purred.
“No bother at all, baby. Can we get another round? Say, two Captain and two Bacardi Golds?” Josh ordered.
I stared at her in complete contemplation, arms crossed as I leaned back into the booth. The pub was dark and flashes of multicolored lights made it damn near impossible to see the correct colours of fucking anything.Now if I can just get a closer look at those eyes.
“C’mere for a second, will ya sweetheart?” I flirted, beckoning her with two fingers.
