Chapter Thirteen

Gonna Wanna Tonight

Grayson

Garrett and Juliana have gone off to bang the hell out of each other for a week. My fucking parents took Brand home, after the little shit pulled a chair across the dance floor and kissed Jase Steel’s little girl. Gage is here, and I hope to hell he keeps Phoenix and her little cock-blocking ways busy. Blue, I saw the shit that went down. Whatever that girl, Mandee, said to him, I know damn well it pissed him off. Her father skated out right before she walked through the doors into the bar, and I give zero fucks tonight.

That girl, Mandee, was the first chick I got off to, and I was going to fuck the hell out of her. She wants it, begged for it. I haven’t touched ass since that day. She got in deep, and the only way I can get out of whatever the fuck she has thrown me into is to get in her deeper.

Balls deep, to be more precise.

She said she was down. I sure as fuck was going to give her what she wants, and then, then I’m going to fucking jet until that low-life fuck is gone. Only thing I have to come back for before the holidays is Gage’s wedding.

I will shower my cum all over her two-year drought, and then she will be all fucking ripe for the next guy. He will be fucking nice and will make babies and shit with her. Give her the fairy tale shit she wants.

As long as it’s not that asshole Blue.

I walk out the bathroom and head right for her, where she is leaning against the bar, head in her hands. Behind her. I place a hand on her hip, give it a squeeze, and she leans back against me. She better know who the fuck’s hand it is, too.

“You know what the new blue is?” I whisper.

“Gray,” she slurs.

“Fucking right, it is. Now, let’s you and me get the hell out of here,” I say as I guide her by the hip with a hand on the small of her back.

When she stumbles a little, I steady her and look down. She smiles a goofy fucking smile, but still sexy as hell.

“Car,” she says, eyes all fucking over me.

“Two out there. We pick one, and we jet,” I say, taking her hand to walk toward the door, not looking back because I don’t want to see any motherfucker looking at me or her like they want to say something.

When she drops my hand, I turn around and see both her hands over her mouth. Then her body lurches, and my fucking shoes catch a kind of bodily fluid I didn’t expect to come out of her tonight.

She looks at me as if she’s mortified. Then her body does the same shit.

“Fuck,” I say, sidestepping this one then scooping her up.

“No,” she whimpers.

I kick open the door and walk out before I set her on the brick half wall and step over it into what was probably a flowerbed at one time, keeping my hand on her hip so she doesn’t fall. I grab those thick locks and hold them back just in time for her to throw up again.

When she’s done, she tries to catch her breath and whimpers out, “Just go.”

“And what, leave you out here to throw up all over that pretty black dress?” I ask as she dry heaves then hiccups.

“Go, Gray,” she says between hiccups.

“You finish doing whatever you need to do, then I’ll go. When I do, I’m taking you with me.”

“Staying with Phoenix,” she pants out then leans back.

“I know where you’re staying. Been listening to all your plans on that app with the girls. Also know Gage and Phoenix are probably gonna wanna fuck tonight, and I damn sure do.”

She wipes her mouth and looks back. “Me?”

“You still good with laying low?”

“I’m gross.” She scowls.

“And I’m gonna help you get all cleaned up before I fuck you.”

“Make love,” she says.

It’s like a slap to my face.

“I fuck. Maybe when I’m old, have a hip out, or my back’s all sorts of fucked up, I’ll have to do it another way, but Mandee, I fuck.”

“Okay, Gray,” she mumbles, leaning to the side a bit. “You can fuck me.”

Then, she’s out.

Shit.

After a few minutes, I maneuver back in front of her and pick her up. She mumbles something completely incoherent as I carry her to the limo.

As the driver opens the door, I hear nails on a chalkboard screech out, “What are you doing?”

“Looks like he’s carrying your best friend.” Gage laughs at Phoenix.

“I’ll take her,” she says from behind me.

“Not a fucking chance,” I say as I slide in the car.

“Excuse me?” Phoenix asks, getting in the car, too.

Fucking pain in the ass.

So, I make up an excuse. “She’s a mess. I got her. Go have fun.”

“And what are you gonna do?” she asks.

“Throw her in the lake. She’ll get cleaned up and probably wake up,” I answer, honest as fuck about my intentions.

As Gage laughs, Phoenix says, “Get in the car, Gage. I’m gonna take care of her. Your brother’s clearly wasted.”

“And your friend’s not?” Gage jokes as he gets in.

Two’s company, man. Now we have a crowd.

Fuck.