“Sure do, sweetheart.” Tegan gives her a wink. “We all do.”
She glances around the table at each of us. She even looks at Ava with a newfound respect. It’s ridiculous what being part of the club can do for a person’s image.
She brings her eyes back to Tegan. “Yes!” she practically shouts, then clears her throat, trying her best to look cool. “I’d love to go with you.”
I swear I see stars in the girl’s eyes. Tegan doesn’t seem to care that she’ll be using him, just to get her foot in the door to Blackie’s. All he cares about is scoring his pussy for the night. Now, all he has to do is find someone to watch him perform. I have no doubt he’ll seal the deal with someone before the end of the night. But, if not, he can always get Nathan to do it. I glance over at Nathan and see his eyes lit with interest as he looks at Tegan and Lisa. Maybe Tegan won’t have to look for someone after all.
Tegan gets Lisa’s number and makes plans to pick her up after her shift. She bounces away, happy as can be, like she’s won the fucking lottery.
As soon as she’s gone, Ava slams her fist against his shoulder. “You couldn’t pick someone less… I don’t know… sleazy?”
Tegan shrugs, one corner of his mouth tipping up into a smirk. “Nope. Maybe I like them sleazy. Besides, less work for me to do later. I’ve slept with practically every girl at Blackie’s, so I need to branch out.”
“You fuckwit. We have to hang out with her too if she’s with you. Next time, pick someone that’s not going to have me gritting my teeth all night to keep from mouthing off at her. Did you see the look she gave me?”
He ruffles her hair, something he likes doing because he knows she hates it. She growls and shoves his hand away. “Come on, Ava. You can put up with her for a couple hours.” He bats his ridiculously long eyelashes and pleads with her in his most persuasive, sexy voice. “Play nice for me, please?”
“Whatever,” she mutters. “Just keep her as far away from me as possible.”
Leaning down, he kisses her cheek. “You’re the best, A.”
“Don’t you forget it, either,” she says playfully, a smile tugging at her lips.
“If you need someone tonight, hit me up,” Nathan pipes in.
Tegan looks at Nathan. Seeing the interest in his eyes, he winks. “You got it.”
Yeah, Tegan and Nathan will definitely be sharing tonight.
An hour later, we finish our meal and wait around for Tegan to pay the bill, flirting with Lisa in the process. Me, Ava, and Nathan make plans to meet at my place while Tegan picks Lisa up, so we can all head to Blackie’s together. After, we’ll split ways. In the meantime, I head home to do tedious chores that I always neglect during the week.
A pinch of pain starts in my lower stomach, but I push it away. Weekends are always the hardest for me since I’m not in a place where I know my needs have to be dormant. The pain will get worse throughout the day. The sweats will start soon, and so will the shakes. I can manage them for a few hours, but I know by the time we pull up to Blackie’s, the incessant cramps and uncontrollable desires will take hold until I find my willing partner for the night. I still feel dirty, having sex with a new guy every night, but I force myself to get over it. It’s not like I have any control over my addiction anyway. I’ve tried so damn hard to control it, but the pain becomes unbearable. So I’ve given up, taking it one day at a time, not caring anymore what people think.
I don’t know if I’ll always be like this. I mean, what the hell happens when I’m old and gray, and can’t get dick anymore? All I can do is pray that my sex drive will decrease to nothing, finally setting me free. Then maybe, just maybe, I’ll have a normal life for once.
However, as I walk through my apartment and feel the cramps getting stronger, I know that day will be a long time coming.
Several hours later, me, Ava, Nathan, Tegan, and Tegan’s slutty bitch are sitting at our usual table at Blackie’s. I feel the tension radiating off Ava, who’s sitting beside me, and I have to give it to her. She’s held her tongue a lot longer than I thought she would. One thing me and Ava can’t stand is for a woman to take advantage of the two guys in our group; we’re all protective of each other. I recognize the fact that Tegan knows what’s going on, that Lisa is taking advantage of him and what he can give her. Ava, on the other hand, has trouble reining in her temper at times. I have control over my bitchy side, whereas Ava doesn’t, or rather, she chooses not to rein it in.
I know she’s about to lose it, so to help Tegan out, I pull her from her seat and tug her with me to the bar.
“Come help me order more drinks.”
Ava shoots Lisa a hate-filled glare before reluctantly getting up. I have to yank her even harder when Lisa returns the look.
“I swear to God, if I have to watch that skank eye-fuck another guy while sitting in Tegan’s lap, practically humping his dick, I’m going to yank her fucking hair out and shove it down her throat,” Ava growls, stomping after me.
“Just leave it, Ava. You know Tegan’s not stupid, and he knows what she’s doing. You think he really cares? He’s only after one thing from her, just as she is him.”
“Still pisses me off. He always picks the worst fucking cunts.”
“It’s his choice.” I defend him, even if I do agree with her. I’ve never understood how Tegan, a guy that is so relaxed, sweet, and carefree, always picks such women.
We make it to the crowded bar and slide in beside two guys that are grumbling over the football game that’s on the screen behind the bar. When they see us step up beside them, they both stop talking and turn their attention to us. I eye them both, looking to see if one of them could be my potential lover for the night, and mentally shout a big no in my head. It’s not that I’m overly picky—I can’t be when I go through so many men—but I have my limits, and those limits consist of no one that smells like they haven’t showered in a week. My eyes flick to the other guy. No one that’s so drunk, his beard is soaked with what I hope is beer, is also a no-no.
One of the guys opens his mouth, but before he can say anything, Ava throws up her hand in his face and says “Not interested” without even looking at him.
I choke back my laughter as the guy looks between us both and mutters “Bitch” before turning back to his friend.