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I roll up to the clubhouse, known to most as The Devil’s Playground. I came here tonight for two things. To get drunk and get laid. Hopefully Murder brought some new girls in. I’m tired of the same old busted up pussy all my brothers have had a go at. It’s New Year’s Eve. A night for new beginnings and forgetting old regrets. Like my bitch of an ex, Leah. Cheating cunt. She had me fooled until I came back early from a run and caught her in bed with the fuckin’ neighbor. I gave her the house and said fuck it all. I simply wanted rid of her. That was three years ago.
I’ve sworn off relationships. I’ll never be another woman’s fool. I walk in and to my frustration it’s the same shit different day. I nod to Grudge and make my way to the bar to grab a beer. I spy my buddy East sitting at the end looking like someone kicked his damn puppy.
“Hey, Roane,” Daisy purrs from behind the bar. Her nipple is hanging out of the black leather bikini top she’s wearing. I doubt she even knows or cares for the matter. She’s a club bunny. I’ve tapped her ass a few times but tonight I’m not feeling that desperate yet.
“Gimme’ a beer.”
“Sure thing.” She winks and when she bends over to grab my beer from the barrel of ice, she flashes me her bare ass from under her denim skirt. East doesn’t bat an eye at the sight either. It’s nothing we don’t see daily around here. Her ass is no longer new or special.
“What’s eating you, man?”
“Nothing. Just not feeling this scene tonight.” I look over his shoulder at his flashing phone screen. Wylla Mae is calling him. She’s the daughter of one of his ex-girlfriends. Seventeen and a real beauty queen. I’ve never said shit to East about it but we both know the girl is crushing hard on him. Fucked up thing about it is, I’ve seen them together and they have this spark. I’ve never felt that with anyone in my adult life but if anyone deserves that kind of happiness its East, but he’s fucked. Wylla Mae is about twenty years too damn young for the poor bastard. He slides his finger over the screen, hitting ignore.
I shake my head and accept my longneck bottle from Daisy. “Not much longer that shit’d be legal,” I tell him.
“Fuck off with that bullshit. You know I don’t look her that way.”
He can lie to himself all he wants, but I’m calling it now. The damn minute Wylla Mae is legal they’ll be fucking.
“You need to grab you a whore and go fuck that temptation out of your system.” His eyes cut to me in warning. “I’m just saying, man. Girl has it bad for you.” And he’s got it just as damn bad for her. He can deny it, but I see it. We all do.
“Last warning before I put your head through the fucking bar,” he growls, and I know I need to leave the poor bastard alone. I watch as he goes behind the bar, grabs a bottle of Jack Daniels, and stumbles upstairs to his room alone.
I shoot Daisy a smirk. “You should go see if he needs a Coke to chase that with.”
“That’s not a bad idea, but I’m covering the bar till Pam and Link get here.”
“Go on. I don’t have shit else to do.”
“Thanks, Ro.”
“Fuck his brains out. He needs it.”
“Will do.” She gets a can of Coke from the cooler and hesitates by the end of the bar. “You know you could find a friend and join us.”
“You know damn well East and me ain’t into that shit.”
“It’s New Year’s. The night is full of possibilities.”
I snort. “Yeah. Sure.” Fuck that mantra garbage. I move behind the bar as Daisy sashays up the stairs in search of East. The music is loud, and the liquor is flowing. My brothers seem to be having a great time. Even Prez and his Old Lady are dancing. Ruthie is a pure bitch, but she has a smile tonight. It’s rare to see the two of them looking all loved up with one another. It’s none of my damn business though I know Murder isn’t happily married despite the appearance he tries to maintain. I scan the bar hoping to see someone I can get lost in for a little while. All I need to ring in the new year is to get my dick wet.
The front door opens and in struts Link and his Old Lady, Pam. Disappointment floods me and I grab another longneck and pop the cap off. Guess I’ll be spending my night beating one out.
“Aren’t you a pretty bar bitch.” Pam laughs. I snap my head up as she moves behind the bar. “I brought you a present. I think you remember my sister, Jules. Behave yourself,” she warns. “Jules, you remember Roane.”
Fuck me. I glance behind her and see the most stunning woman who resembles the girl I dated back in high school, but she’s all grown up now. It’s like a bolt of lightning shoots straight to my dick and zaps me when I look at her. “Where the hell you been hiding at?”
“Cleveland,” Jules answers. Her lips quirk into this sexy as sin smile.
Damn. She’s gotten hotter. Smoking hot. Out of ten she’s a damn thirty. I can’t help but check her out. Damn she’s filled out nicely. She’s got full hips, a luscious ass, and big tits to match. I think I’ve died and gone straight to heaven. “It’s a real pleasure to see you again, sweetheart. Anything Pam says about me is a lie.” I chuckle. It’s been at least fifteen or more years since I’ve seen her. We dated briefly in high school until she moved up north with her grandparents.
Before she can reply Viking, Crawl, and Grudge are elbowing their way to the bar with the same thought as me. Fresh pussy. Assholes need to back up. I saw her first. They need to go find their own woman. Tonight Jules is going to be mine. Hell, I always considered her the one who got away. She was my first love. I feel like fate is fucking with me. Dangling temptation in front of me.
“Well hey there.” Viking holds a hand out to her.
“Name’s Crawl.”
“Call me yours.” Grudge winks at her.
“Easy, boys. My sister is off limits. You can look but don’t touch. She’s visiting and here to have a good time. Jules is a good girl.”
“Oh my,” Jules says, mock fanning herself. “I think it’s a little hot in here.” I’ll make her think hot in here.
“How about a drink?” I step in front of Jules, cutting my brothers off, and blocking their view.
“A drink sounds good. What’d you say your name is?” She teases me, pretending she doesn’t remember me.
“Like you could fuckin’ forget me.”
“Hmm...you seem familiar.” Lips lifting in a devious smirk, her memorable green eyes meet mine. I gaze into them seeing those flecks of gold I always loved. The colors paired together is mesmerizing. I hear the guys cursing behind me as Pam tells them to order a drink or beat it.
“What’s your poison?”
“Surprise me.”
“Blowjob? Sex On The Beach?”
“Wishful thinking.” Her pearly whites graze her bottom lip.
“Baby doll, if I wanted to proposition you, I’d do it a helluva a lot smoother than that.”
“Oh. You got game?”
I nod and fix her a blowjob. “You used to love my game.”
“That was a long time ago.” Jules reaches for the shot.
“Nu uh. Hands free. It’s called a blowjob for a reason,” I tell her.
Her ivory cheeks flush. “All right.” She leans forward, holding her hair back with both hands, capping her mouth around the brim of the glass.
“You trying to corrupt my baby sister?” Pam leans into me.
“Maybe she’s doing the corrupting. She’s the one that wanted me to sneak her under the bleachers all the time to make out.”
“Sure.” She snorts. “But do me favor and watch out for her tonight. I don’t want anyone taking advantage. Show her a good time. She needs it.”
“You can count on me.” I’ll show her a good time all right. I’ll fuck her brains out. I’ll fuck her into January no problem. I’ll fuck her like I should have all those years ago.
Jules plops the empty shot glass on the bar and arches her brow at me. “Done.”
“Almost. You left a little cream right here.” I swipe the whipped cream off the corner of her mouth and lick my finger.
“You did not just do that. I could have cooties for all you know.”
“Cooties?”
“Yeah, herpes or something.”
“And do you have cooties?”
“Well no...”
“All right then. Cootie crisis avoided. Besides, if you had cooties, Jules, I think I’d have caught them a long time ago. If I recall correctly, we spent a lot of time under them bleachers behind the football field when you should have been at cheer practice.”
“Roane, get over here,” Viking yells at me.
“Excuse me a moment.” I stomp over to the table where he’s sitting with Grudge and Crawl smoking a blunt. “The fuck you want?” Cock blocking shitheads.
“You going to take her upstairs and fuck her or do I need to do it for you.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
The three of them bust out laughing. Assholes.
“You sure you know what to do with her?” Grudge starts in. “I can draw you a diagram.”
“I’ll hold your hand if you need me to,” Crawl says and takes a hit. “I can show you how it’s done. You know which is the right hole?”
I grab the joint from him and look around to see where my girl took off to before I kill someone.