Her father, my prez would have both our heads if he heard us talking about this shit. In his eyes both his girls are pretty little princesses still, but both are far from innocent. When Crow and his boys aren’t around Whiskey brags about what a kinky freak Yara is in the sheets.
Can’t say I haven’t thought about Freya either. Heard her and Fisher going at it one night and curiosity got the best of me. I’m old enough to be her father and should have had more respect, but I couldn’t look away.
Couldn’t keep myself from fantasizing it was me she was moaning for. My dick she was taking. I’m ashamed to confess I’ve played out the fantasy many times on lonely nights. I’m a sick bastard but fuck me she’s gorgeous and any man would be lucky to have a taste of her sweet.
“We haven’t. Not in years. At least ten.” Fuck. I don’t know why I’m telling her any of this.
“Ten years?”
“Yup. We have an understanding.”
“Why the hell would either of you stay…unless there’s something else you’re getting out of the deal.”
“How the fuck do you think I’ve managed to keep your father out of prison permanently or how he got custody when your mom walked out. He’s not exactly a model citizen or father of the year.” I grin.
“What’s any of that have to do with Belinda?”
“My father-in-law is Judge Thompson.” Prick is retired now but doesn’t mean he still doesn’t have reach. “Between you and me…she made me an offer that was too good to refuse at the time. I could give her something she wanted and in return she’d help the club with their legal troubles. At the time I wasn’t in a position to refuse. There are things money can’t buy.”
“So when you say she’s at the beach with her bestie…” I can practically see the gears in her head turning.
Belinda is what some might call a lipstick lesbian. Her family has no fucking clue. Our arrangement has worked this far.
“Yeah.”
“Well, that explains a lot, and I think what you did for her is sweet.”
“Nothing sweet to it. Was purely motivated for selfish reasons. But I don’t want my boy to think he was never wanted, ya know and Belinda is terrified of him finding out. Thinks he will see her differently. Hell, I don’t mean to bog you down with my heavy shit.”
“You’re not. It’s a much-needed distraction from my own problems. I’m glad you told me though. Good to know that everyone isn’t perfect like my sister and Whiskey.”
“That what you think? That they don’t have problems. Babe, everyone has secrets.”
“Whiskey thinks the sun rises and sets on Yara’s ass. I guess part of me is jealous. I’ve never had that.”
“Fisher’s a dumb fuck. You’re too good for him.”
“And not good enough for anyone else it seems.”
“You’re crazy if you think that. Any man would kill to have you to come home to. If you were in my bed fuck me, sweetness.” I shake my head.
“I don’t think that’s true, but I appreciate the sentiment.”
“You think men around here don’t see you and wish they could tap that?”
“Fuck me. Maybe, but beyond that…I don’t know.”
“What that little prick did really fucked with your head but trust me. If I had a shot with you, I wouldn’t waste it.”
“You’re only saying that to make me feel better. I know I’m a sad case in need of pity. It’s fine.”
She shoves up from the stool and goes behind the bar to fiddle with the radio.
I’m a sorry bastard because I can’t take my eyes off her ass.
“You mind?” She motions to the radio, and I shake my head.
“Suit yourself.” I move from my stool and stare out the window as the wind howls and the sun sets. I glance back at Freya.