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My Baby Girl fuckin’ snapped.
Ke
Jason popped up to his knees next to me in the booth, craning his head to watch as Brigid’s legs spread out, showing the bar all sorts of snatch.
“Would you look at that?” he crowed, pointing. “It looks like a busted fuckin’ taco! The beef is spillin’ out an’ e’erythan’! Where the fuck’s Flipper? We need Mexican verification on that!”
Devon gently pushed Ke
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, horrified.
“The fuck for?” I asked, all fired up again.
Ke
“Devon, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let her get to me.”
“No worries, Doc. You’ve taken enough shit from her to last a lifetime,” he said. He gave me a peculiar look, but then he just headed out of the bar, following the trash.
Ke
“Come here,” I said.
She moved to stand next to me, and I slid my hand up between her legs.
“Phil!” she hissed.
Looking up all i
“Stop it!”
“I don’t wa
Jason snorted, and I turned to glare at him.
“Fuck you, douche.”
“I thought you said it didn’t work for anyone but Baby Girl.”
Rolling my eyes, my head swiveled back to Ke
Motherfucker. Looked like I didn’t have whiskey dick after all.
“Let’s go fool around,” I said.
She laughed. My dick went Ironman.
“Come on. Please?” I begged, wiggling my groin under her ass. “I’ll make sure you come four, maybe five times.”
“Pfft!”
“At least three.”
Her laugh was warm and alive, a breathing fuckin’ entity that stroked me from the inside out.
“Maybe just once, but it’ll be good. You know I’ll keep goin’, Baby Girl.”
“I know.”
“Is that a yes?”
“No.”
“Is it a no then?”
“Yes.”
“Damn it.”
She pulled out her phone, and I totally felt her up, slipping my hands up under her shirt.
“Hey, Tiny. I’ve got Phil and Jace here in the bar, and they’re way wasted—”
“Is this the black bra I got you?” I asked, ru
She slapped my hand, so I pinched her back.
“Thanks, Tiny. See you guys in a bit then.”
I buried my face in her neck, licking and kissing her gorgeous skin. She tasted like honey and cream and…
“Vanilla,” I groaned. “You’re diabolical, Baby. Why do you hate me so much?”
“You know I don’t hate you, Phil,” she said, her voice low and rich.
I could feel it. It was like warm velvet touching me all over.
“Fuck, I want you so bad…” I groaned.
Next to me, Jason gave off a light snore. Son of a bitch had passed out.
Sweet. Then, maybe Baby Girl wouldn’t mind too much if I put my hand back on her crotch.
“Damn it, Phil—”
“It’s my fuckin’ pussy, Ke
She was laughing at me, but I couldn’t care less. She was laughing, and that was fuckin’ awesome. I hadn’t heard it too much lately. I fuckin’ missed it.
“Miss you,” I told her, shoving my face in her neck and sniffing her.
Her arms went around me. “I miss you, too.”
“Just make it stop.”
“You’re the only one who can do that, babe.”
“I hate you.”
“I know.”
“I don’t. I love you. I love you, love you, love you. You’re so awesome, Baby Girl. The best. I just wish I wasn’t such a fuckin’ fuck-up.”
Sighing, she kissed the top of my head, and I smiled ’cause that made me so stupid happy. She twisted, and I raised my head.
Tiny and Carl. Damn it.
“You ready to go, Mr. D?”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Ke
“Phil!”
“Leverage!” I barked.
Carl lifted Jace up into his arms like the little lady he was.
He woke up enough to swipe the whiskey off the table and cradle it to his chest. “Hey, Carl. You’re lookin’ awfully sexy.”
“Thank you, Mr. Jones.”
Ke
Next thing I knew, I was back in the shitty little room that Co
“Thought you said no!” I shouted, grabbing her. “Why you taking off my clothes, woman? You said no!”
“I’m getting you ready for bed, babe.”
Rolling us till I was squishing her flat into the bed, I was sloppy-eating her face. She didn’t seem to mind too much. I even got to play with her titties a bit.
When I woke up, facedown on the bed and fully clothed, I was less drunk but not by much. Ke
Her bed.
“Phil?”
“Who else would it be?” I grunted, all pissy and shit.
“What are you doing in my bed?” she snapped.
“Shut up, woman. My place in this world is by your side. Fuckin’ accept it.”
Wrapping myself around her, I passed the fuck out.
Vanilla. Light and sweet…
My own moan woke me up. My face was buried in her neck, and I was starving for her. Hand smoothing down over her tits, I pushed my aching dick into her ass, grinding hard. My hand slipped beneath her panties, finding her dripping wet and lava hot.
“Oh, fuuuck, Baby Girrrl…”
She just sighed—not unhappily, but a resigned sort of noise.
“You’re so fuckin’ wet…” I groaned.
“I’m always wet for you, Phil.”
As I bit her shoulder, my fingers slipped into the slick folds, finding her sweet spot.
“For fuck’s sake,” I swore.
“I told you it would be a bad idea to sleep in the same bed,” she hissed, yanking my hand out of her panties.
Dying to fuckin’ taste her sweet slice, I sucked my fingers clean. She moaned. I didn’t think she meant to, but she rubbed her soft bubblebum into my dick, and I nearly came right then and there.
“You’re just so fuckin’ perfect,” I told her, rubbing my face in her hair. “So gorgeous. Wonderful. I’m dyin’ to be a part of you again, Ke
“Me, too.”
But she pulled herself out of my arms, and my head started to pound. Hangover hell was beating its way into my skull. I needed some fuckin’ water. Angel of Mercy, she brought me a bottle.
Ke
“What are you doin’?”
“I’m leaving,” she replied, like it was no big thing.
“Where are you goin’?”
“Home.”
A little too fast, I shot up. “What?”