I can literally see the pissed look that comes over his face.
Keys.
Larry being who he is, I’m used to road names. Keys is a new one to me. I’m not about to ask, though. I can’t afford to be interested in this guy. He’s a player and while I wouldn’t mind a little play time, I don’t want to waste my time on another man who lives his life like Larry. I love him, but I’ve seen how he is with the club candy. He enjoys a different one every night, sometimes two or more a night at the same time. The club is loud and rowdy. So much so that Larry doesn’t like me being around. He wants to keep me separate from that world.
“See you soon,” he repeats again, and maybe it’s my imagination, but I see the muscles in his biceps tighten and it’s almost as if he’s shaking with the need to grab me.
My breath stalls and my heartrate speeds up. I try to tell myself that any woman would be wondering what it would be like to be the focus of that much passion. The problem is, it’s not just any woman wondering…
It’s me.
6
Keys
“What’s wrong with you? Our talent here not up to your standards, Keys? I don’t remember you being so damn picky before,” Heavy says, coming to my table. He grabs a chair and flips it around, so the backrest is against the table. Then he straddles it, staring at me.
I give him a grunt and take a drink of my beer. When I put my bottle back down, he’s still staring at me.
“I notice you still enjoy the club’s women.”
“Watching were you?” he laughs. “Did you take notes too, mother fucker? I mean, I don’t give a damn. If your game could use some work, I’ll let you watch any time so you can learn.”
“Fuck off,” I mutter, and I’d like to say a hell of a lot more, but since the asshole has a good woman waiting for him back in Sweetheart, and she stands by him without complaint while he’s here fucking everything with tits, I can’t say shit.
“Damn you’re in a bad mood. Didn’t Finn’s chicken agree with you?” Heavy laughs.
“Hey, Heavy.” I look up as a chick dressed in nothing but a G-string, comes up to Heavy to stand beside him, her tits swaying as she walks.
“Delilah, baby, are you back for seconds?” he laughs.
“You know it, big daddy,” she purrs, leaning over so her double d’s are thrust into Heavy’s face. He motorboats them for the hell of it, gathering her big jugs up in his hands. Delilah giggles in the most annoying way I believe I’ve ever heard.
“Go get Tracy and meet me in my room in ten minutes. I’m going to see if I can talk Keys here into joining us,” Heavy responds, swatting her on the ass.
“Yummy,” Delilah coos, giving me what I like to call a fuck-me-now kind of look. Then she runs off.
“Don’t waste your breath. Ask one of the others to join you if you don’t think you can do the job yourself,” I grumble, finishing off my beer, thinking I’m going to need something stronger.
“Got a case of limp dick?” Heavy taunts.
“Just in the mood for someone else,” I mumble. Someone with red hair and a smart mouth that makes my balls ache.
“I got all kinds in my stable, son—”
“I don’t know why you have a fucking stable,” I snap before I can stop myself.
“What the—”
“What the hell can you find in those fake tits of Delilah’s when you got a woman like Red waiting for you?”
“Jesus, asshole, what is in that damn beer you’re drinking? And when did you go all moral on my ass? Last time we talked, you were mocking Shaft for having his dick locked up by a pussy,” Heavy laughs.
He’s absolutely right and I’m kind of pissed that Red has me obsessed with her after only one day. The hell of it all is that as much as I really want to fuck her, I enjoy sparring with her more than anything I’ve ever experienced. Anything. What in the fuck does that say about me?
“I never had a taste of something as sweet as you have waiting for you,” I respond, sounding as if I’m whining. Christ, if this keeps up, I deserve to be neutered.
“Delilah? Hell, man, take her. I didn’t know you were against sharing. Have at it. You can have her and Tracy, too.”
“Not Delilah, asshole. Red,” I growl, tired of this crap. “I’m going to bed—alone. If you have a brain in your head, you’ll be on your way to Red’s house and prove to her that you’re worth the bullshit.”
I push my seat back, needing to leave.
“I agree, Finn is a hell of a woman, probably the best woman I’ve ever met in my life,” Heavy says, surprising me enough that I turn around to look at him.