FALLON
“Fallon, get over here,” Hail called from across his room.
I sighed and got up from the chair in the corner, zigzagging through the large space and around the people he'd invited over. He was apparently feeling pretty morose after learning Bianca had married Dominic and needed to throw a party.
“This is my boy Fallon,” Hail said, clapping me on the shoulder as two girls giggled at me, a third on his arm. “He’s single and needs to get his dick wet."
I gave the girls a tight smile, not correcting Hail. Was I single? I supposed I was, but really, I was loyal to Bianca. The last thing I wanted to do was fuck things up more with her.
“The kings fucked him up because they’re pieces of shit. He needs his wounds soothed,” Hail continued.
“I’m fine,” I said, holding my hand up. “Really.”
“You're so brave and strong,” one of the girls said, reaching for me. She caught my arm and sidled up against me. “I’m Pamela.”
I offered her a nod and tried to untangle my arm from her clutches, but she tightened her hold and giggled again.
“And I’m Samantha,” the other girl said, moving to my other side.
Hail winked at me. “You're welcome. Go have fun. Take them into my sitting room and get your dick sucked or eat some pussy. You look hungry.”
I grimaced as the girls giggled again. I knew if I shook the girls off, I’d have to listen to Hail bitch. He was the sort of guy who'd stop the party, call me out, take my pants down in front of everyone, and make the girls suck me off. It wasn’t like it hadn't happened before. The night with Bianca on her knees in front of me with tears in her eyes flashed in my mind. She’d been so scared that night when Hail had made her suck our dicks. I’d never been so fucking angry as I was that night.
“Come on,” Pamela tittered, steering me through the crowded room back to my chair.
I sank down while she climbed onto my lap while Samantha kneeled beside us, her hand high on my thigh. I hadn’t gone to the small sitting room Hail had suggested simply because I didn’t want to fuck these girls. But it looked like having an audience didn’t bother them.
“I’m fine,” I repeated, leaning away from Pamela as she pressed closer to me.
Her hair was blonde and wavy, but she’d put so much hairspray in it to give it some weird wet look that I could taste the shit in my mouth. Rubbing her smallish tits against me, she let out a laugh. The girl wasn’t attractive in the slightest, and the drunk, desperate vibe was a total turn off. Not to mention how large her cheeks were. She looked like a fucking squirrel who'd jammed too many nuts in her jowls.
I wasn’t one to make fun of girls, but she seemed the sort who didn’t take no for an answer, which pissed me the fuck off.
“Hey. Chill,” I said.
“Ooh, he likes to play hard to get,” Samantha purred as she ran her hand up to my groin and nudged my cock. “I like that.”
“It’s not hard to get,” I said, looking around for an escape. “I’m not interested. It’s been a long week.”
“Let us help you relax,” Pamela encouraged, skimming her lips along my jaw.
I clenched my teeth and let out a steadying breath. All I needed to do was play my part, let Hail see, then get the fuck out of there. I didn’t want to be there anyway, although, Dominic wanted me up Hail’s ass to collect information.
I peered across the room to find Hail snorting coke and knew he'd be fucked by the end of the night and nothing he did would be important. Usually, he ended up fucking whatever moved when he did coke before passing out until morning.
Stella caught my eye as she stood next to him in a tiny jean skirt and red tank top. She raised her brows at me when Samantha undid my belt. Stella tilted her head slightly like she wanted me to go to her.
I frowned. Stella and I had never been on great terms. I didn't hate her, and she mostly ignored me since it was Hail she was after. She tipped her head again. Samantha reached into my boxers at the same moment Pamela urged my hand under her skirt.
Fuck this. I’d risk Stella any day over this shit.
I rose to my feet and set Pamela on hers.
“Sorry, ladies. I need to go.” I didn't offer an explanation as I refastened my pants and went to Stella.
"Tell Hail you want to fuck me,” she whispered in my ear when I reached her.
“What?”
She backed away from me and gave me a wide-eyed look as Hail let out a cheer and slammed back a shot of whiskey.
If it got me the hell out of there, I’d say anything.
“Hail, hey, man,” I said, clearing my throat.
He looked at me with glassy eyes and grinned. “I know you didn't fuck that fast. You like to take your time and get chicks off like you give a shit. Fucking ladies’ man.”
I gave him the laugh he was looking for. “Right. I was, uh, sitting over there and saw Stella. I was thinking I could, um…” I peeked at her, and she gave me a quick smile and nodded. “I was wondering if you’d be cool with me and her taking off.”
Hail blinked at me several times before he cracked a smile. “You want to fuck Stella? You? Really?”
I nodded sheepishly and glanced at her.
"Tell you what. I'll let you fuck my whore if you do a line of coke with me. No line, then you go over there and fuck Sam and hamster face with me. Got it?”
I grimaced at that. Coke wasn't my thing, but I’d do it if it meant my freedom.
“Sure," I said apprehensively.
He let out a cheer. “Tate. Dole that shit out.”