“Yeah, sorry about that. I’ve just never had a man order that before, and—”
“That’s ’cause our boy here’s a giant vagina in training.” A massive tattooed arm wraps around him from behind. “Ain’t that right, TK?” the guy chuckles. “He likes ladies’ drinks. Hell, he even does his hair like a lady. Makes you wonder how he thinks he can please one, doesn’t it?”
TK sneers and shoves his buddy away. “Fuck you, Karma.” Releasing the money from between his fingers, he turns his attention back to me. “Ignore him. He’s got a big mouth and a small dick.”
I place his change on the bar top. “You sound like you’re pretty familiar with his dick.”
Karma barks out a laugh, and TK smiles.
Just then, a pretty blonde girl with fake tits and too much make-up slides in between TK and the bar. Her long, tanned arms come up and wrap around his neck, instantly reminding me of where I am and who this guy is. I turn on my heel and get back to work, not wanting to see what happens next.
I fucking hate bike week.
TWATKNOT
The smellof cheap whiskey and perfume fills my nostrils when I wake to an ass wiggling against my cock. My eyes strain to open, and when they do, I find the pretty little blonde from the bar last night with the voluptuous ass pressed up against me. I shake my head, trying to clear the looming hangover pounding inside of my skull. The blonde—whose name I don’t remember—continues to wiggle.Shit, she’s awake.Normally, I’d cut and run before the sun was up, but that’s a little hard to do when this is my tent. If I want to get out of here, I’ll have to get creative.
“Morning,” she purrs, peering over her shoulder at me under those thick, fake eyelashes. “Last night was fun.”
I smile. “It was.” Most of what I remember was fun, anyway. My cock buried in that sweet ass of hers, and the way she screamed like a porn star as I fucked her. V and Priest were beating on the side of the tent, telling me to shut her the hell up. Good night all in all, except for that run-in with the mouthy, yet intriguing bartender at the Moose Knuckle.
“Want to get some breakfast?” she asks, pulling me back to my current predicament of getting her out of here. “I know a little place close by.”
Warning lights go off in my head. Blondie here doesn’t understand this was a one-night only party for two that’s meant to end by the time the sun rises.
“Listen, sweetheart, last night was fun, but that’s all it was—fun, for the both of us.” I go to move away from her, but I don’t get far. My naked back hits the slick fabric, stopping me from going any farther.
I almost flinch when her face flushes with embarrassment. “Oh.”
“It’s nothing against you. You’re fucking hot, but I’m here for a good time. You understand, don’t you?”
“Yeah, sure.” Huffing, she gets to her knees and starts searching for her clothes. Seeing her bra in the corner, I snag it off the floor and hand it to her, only to watch her hold it against her chest like she’s suddenly shy.
It wouldn’t be this weird if she understood the assignment. At no point did I let on that I was looking for a commitment. It's bike week. She knows what it is, or she should.
As soon as she finishes gathering her things, she bolts from the tent without another word.
Stepping out behind her, I find V and Priest staring at her naked ass walking away in a huff. Their eyes shift to me and I look away.
“Lover’s quarrel?”
“Some women get it, some don’t. Didn’t put two and two together that she was a patch bunny looking to be adopted.” I stretch my arms out over my head, trying to work out the kink in my shoulder. Priest’s eyes go wide when he looks over in my direction.
“Dude, put on some fucking pants.”
I look down and shrug. “Don’t be jealous, boy scout. Not everyone can be this lucky.”
“You’re lucky it hasn’t fallen off, dickhead.”
Reaching back inside the tent, I grab my jeans and tug them on.
“There, I’m dressed.” I notice the bags under their eyes. “You ladies don’t look like you got much sleep.”
“No shit, Sherlock. Between her screaming and your snoring,” Priest growls, “I got exactly zero hours of sleep.”
“Aw, you poor babies.”
“You at least owe us some fucking breakfast.”