Misery loves company.

That was the expression and it was true. Maybe that was why he couldn’t bear to go home. Too lonely, even with mom and sis right next door.

Donnie pulled on his beer and thought about doing a shot. He wasn't nearly drunk enough yet. Not drunk enough to end this obsession once and for all.

He waved his hand at the blond girl hanging all over the bar for his benefit, or trying to. He wasn’t interested. Not in anything or anyone.

She was alright looking. The only reason he hadn’t told her to get the hell away from him was that she looked a bit like Sally if you squinted real hard. She was a busty blond. Like Sally. But her hair was fake, and her boobs likely were too.

Sally had shiny soft hair that always smelled good. And her body… well, suffice it to say that nobody had a body like she did. She was a bombshell, plain and simple.

Damn! He couldn't even look at another woman without comparing them to her! They always came up short. Especially this clingy sweetbutt who was starting to annoy him.

What was her name again?

Oh right. Melissa. Even if he had another shot or twelve he'd knew he wouldn’t inspired to do something with Melissa.

She wasn’t her.

Sally. The one girl who’d ever turned him down. And the only one he wanted.

Dev was sitting at the bar again. He'd been there every night this week. They both had. And the girls had been all over both of them, hearing the rumors that they were both single again.

This time he had a cheap looking redhead trying to get his attention. He ignored her like he always did. He ignored all of them. It didn't stop them from coming though.

Jack was there too, trying to keep us from drinking ourselves into oblivion as he sipped his ginger ale.

All the sudden Dev's head snapped up. The barroom came to a dead standstill. You could literally have heard a pin drop. Donnie straightened up.

Holy shit.

She was here.

Sally. And Kaylie. And Janet.

But they didn't look like themselves. They looked like themselves, on steroids.

His jaw was hanging open as they walked across the bar. He jerked his head at the sweetbutts.

"Go on."

They all pouted but he barely noticed. He was too busy staring at her.

Sally was wearing tight jeans and a low cut blouse that matched her gorgeous eyes. Her hair was down and styled differently. There was something subtly glamorous about it.

She looked like a Goddamn Movie Star.

He felt his stomach turn over. He could have sworn he head it actually roll over and play dead. Flop.

His cock was waking up too. Just looking at Sally could do that to him.

She was the most incredible looking woman he'd ever laid eyes on. And she was staring right at him with a soft smile on her lips.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Devlin sporting a glassy eyed stare at the girls got closer. Kaylie who also looked like she'd done something to herself. She looked a lot older than 19, that's for sure.

Jack on the other hand, was growling.

Janet had on a slinky red dress that showed off her figure. A little too much for Jack's liking apparently. She waved to him flirtatiously as the girls took up residence at the other end of the bar.

Donnie walked over to them and shoved Whisky Beard out of the way. He barely glanced at Kaylie and Janet. His eyes were on Sally. They were all over Sally. And by God, there was a lot to see.

She smiled at him.

He frowned.

"Hi Donnie."

He nodded in greeting, not sure what to say. Was she here to see him? Or drive him insane? What the hell was she up to?

"I'll have a whisky sour please."

"Two mai tais, please!"

Janet giggled.

"Kaylie needs her liquid courage tonight!"

He made their drinks quickly. It took an effort to keep his eyes on what he was doing. He had to fight the urge to feast his eyes on her. Devlin waved him over as soon as he delivered their drinks.

"What the hell are they doing down there looking like that?"

Donnie shrugged, his eyes on Sally as she giggled and sipped her drink. She was ignoring him completely. They were all ignoring them. Well, except Janet who kept making eyes at Jack. The two of them were disgusting.

Jack wasn't flirting with his old lady though. He was scowling. It looked like the Viking was back in full effect.

"The whole club is going to be all over them in about thirty seconds."

"Nobody's going to mess with Kaylie."

"Maybe not, but they are going to be all over your girl there, Donnie. And ours are going to be right in the middle of it."

"She's not my girl."

"If you ever want her to be, I wouldn't be sitting here talking to us."

Sure enough there were a couple of guys making a beeline for the girls. More than a couple. In less than a minute, there were no less than eight bikers over there, leering at his woman.

His woman dammit.

He straightened up and finished his beer. Then he popped the top off another one and sauntered over there. Sally was laughing at something Dave 'Lug nut' Harris said.

Dave was good looking and always had his pick of the sweet butts. Apparently he was looking to branch out. Into his territory.

Donnie gave the guy the stink eye until the moron seemed to notice.

"Donnie man, make sure this lovely ladies' drinks are on my tab."

"They're already on the house."

"Oh right, Dev always treats his old lady and her friends. Kaylie you are looking lovely as always. How about another round?"

"Thank you, Dave."

Donnie made another round and handed them to the girls. Then he slammed Dave's drink down so that it spilled everywhere.

"What the hell, man?"

"Their drinks are on the house because I say they are on the house. Yours is five bucks. Why don't you go drink that somewhere else, Lug nut?"

Dave had the good sense to pay attention. Donnie was always joking around but everyone knew he was dangerous with his fists. He was faster and wilier than anyone in a fight and Dave knew it.

Plus, he'd been in a vicious mood all week.

"Sorry man. I didn't know she was off limits. Come on guys."

The guys all drifted away under the intense glare that Donnie was giving them.

Kaylie broke the tension with a giggle.

"That was impressive, Donnie. Remind me to have you give that look to my economy professor. He's always trying to look down my shirt."

"Who is trying to look down your shirt?"

Kaylie swiveled on her stool and gasped. Devlin was inches behind her. She gave Devlin an arch look. He was looming over her and glaring but she didn't look the least bit concerned.

"Lots of people do. I guess that's because I'm single."

"You're what?"

Devlin looked like steam was about to explode out of his ears. Kaylie titled her head to the side and leaned toward him.

"In the legal sense of the word, silly. No ring.” She wagged her fingers at him. “Everyone around here knows you're my old man."

"Oh I am, am I?"

She nodded and smiled sweetly at him.

"Of course you are."

All the tension leaked out of Devlin's body. He grinned at her stupidly. Then he scooped her up and carried her out of the barroom.

Janet giggled.

"Well, I guess that's that."

Donnie didn't say anything. He was just staring at Sally. He could really see her face with that hair style. She was fucking beautiful.

For some reason though, it was making him mad.

He poured himself a shot of tequila and threw it back. He caught her looking at him. Something was definitely different tonight. There was a look of warm invitation in her eyes.

Another group of guys were eyeing Sally hungrily. Donnie cursed and jumped over the bar. Her big eyes blinked up at him.

“What are you-“

He grabbed her arm and dragged her behind him to the back and out into the night air.

"Donnie!"

He let her go and she rubbed her arm. He hadn't meant to be so rough. But she was driving him insane. How much of this was he supposed to take?

To hell with it.

He stepped closer to her and she took a step back. She looked nervous.

Smart girl.

"Do you have any idea what you are doing in there?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You are stirring up all those crazy bastards. You are going to start a Goddamn riot in that outfit!"

He took three steps toward her while he ranted. She took three steps back.

"Don't be silly, Donnie. It's just a shirt and jeans."

He had backed her up almost to the brick wall. She bumped into it and her eyes widened.

"It's not the shirt. And it's not the jeans."

He braced his hands on either side of her head.

"It's the way you fill them out."

“Oh.”

“But they don’t know you. They don’t know that you’re more than just the way you look. Which should be illegal by the way.”

Her eyes were wide as he lowered his head to hers. He didn't kiss her this time, he took her. He took everything he'd been wanting all this time. Ever since he first saw her the first time at Mae’s, a shy little thing.

He took what she'd been holding back. He took all of it.

And she let him. In fact, she seemed as wild for him as he was for her. He moaned and deepened the kiss, pulling her soft curves against his raging hard on.

God Almighty but she felt good!

He let his hands do what they wanted to. They seemed to take on a mind of their own, sliding down her back to her high round bottom, grabbing her hips, pulling her tighter against him. He started grinding his hips into hers and she let out a soft whimper. Then her leg was wrapped around his waist and she was grinding into him.

He tore his mouth away and stared down at her.

“Sally, what are you doing?”

“I’m kissing you.”

“Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

“Okay Donnie. I won’t.“

“I’m serious, Sally. I won’t be able to stop.”

She slid her hands up his chest.

“Good.”

Fuck. He moaned in frustration. He wanted to take her up against the wall, but he respected her too much to do that.

His dick, on the other hand, didn’t give a shit about the niceties. He wanted in. Now. And he wanted to stay there a long fucking time.

He couldn't take her home. That would require some explanation in advance. Besides, it would take too long.

He was going to go insane if he didn't get inside her. Now. Immediately. Fucking yesterday.

He couldn't wait. He'd already started unbuttoning her blouse without thinking, his fingers diving into the top of her lacy bra. He had to get her top off. And her pants. Her shoes, she could keep.

He pulled back and stared down at her. They were both breathing hard. One hand was on her chest, and the other one pressed against the wall.

"Take me back to your place."

"Donnie-"

"Damnit, woman what are you trying to do to me?"

She just stared at him. He cursed and grabbed her hand, yanking her into the clubhouse and dragging her into the bed room he'd been using all week. It was a mess but he didn't care if it offended her womanly sensibilities. His dick felt like it was going to jump out of his pants and start a God Damn marching parade.

He flung the door shut and locked it. Then he turned to her and smiled. It wasn't a nice smile though. It was the smile of a man who was about to get something he'd wanted for a long time. He took his jacket off and pulled off his shirt. Then he reached for his belt buckle.

"What are you doing, Donnie?"

"What do you think I'm doing?"

"Ta- taking your clothes off?"

She looked nervous again. But not afraid. Thank God. He never wanted to make her feel afraid. She didn't say a word, just watched as he kicked off his boots and unbuttoned the top of his pants, walking towards her.

"Isn't this what you wanted? Isn't this why you came here looking like that? You have to know what you are doing to me."

She shook her head frantically.

"No- I- I mean I did come here to see you. I wanted to talk to you- to tell you I was sorry- and then you kissed me and I…”

“You what?”

“I got distracted.”

He stopped mid stride. He was less than a foot away than her now. He reached out and brushed her hair away from her face.

"Sorry for what?"

She lifted her eyes to his and they were gleaming with unshed tears.

"Sorry that I pushed you away. You've been nothing but nice to me and-"

"Nice? I'm nice?"

"Yes, and I like you but I was just so surprised that you liked me-"

"Oh, so you ‘like’ me do you?"

She nodded eagerly, clearly hoping he was understanding her. She was adorable. Nervous and so polite. She thought he liked her. That was a pitiful word for what he was feeling. She was about to get her mind blown when he showed her how much.

"And you think I like you?"

Her mouth opened but no words came out. He stared into her eyes.

"I think we can do better than 'like' don't you?"

She blinked at him in that adorable way she always did. Like a sexy little owl. He moaned and lowered his head, kissing her tenderly this time. She did like him. She had come here looking like that just to see him. All the anger and frustration flowed out of his body. And was immediately replaced with pure heat.

His tongue tangled with hers as he touched her softly through her clothes, letting his hands wander. That wasn't going to satisfy him for long though. She made no sound of protest when he started unbuttoning her blouse again.

This was it. She was letting him in at long last.

One button, two, three… he moaned as her bra came into view. Her body was fucking glorious. He's never seen a rack like that in his life. His hands cupped her through her bra, stroking her gorgeous tits until her nipples poked up through the lace.

Oh God.

He kissed her again and let his hands slide to her back, reaching for her bra closure. She giggled. She fucking giggled at him.

"What?"

She just smiled and reached for the front of her bra, unclasping it shyly. It fell open and the most beautiful breasts in the world came tumbling out. High and round and oh so voluptuous. He gaped at her, moaning as his hands closed over a perfect globe.

This right here. This was heaven.

He wanted to taste her but he was too damn tall to get his mouth on her hot little body. He knelt and started worshipping those magnificent breasts, stroking and touching both as he moved his mouth from one breast to the other.

"Oh Donnie…"

He was making ridiculous slurping sounds as he greedily suckled her. He’d waited so long, he felt like he could do this all night. Just this. Just… worshipping her.

Eventually he realized this would be better if her pants were off too. And they were lying down.

He stood up and lifted her off her feet, carrying her to the bed. Gently he laid her down and reached for her waist, placing a kiss on each nipple before he started tugging her jeans down over her hips.

She lay on his messy bed, her blond hair fanned out around her head. She had long perfect legs leading up to an exaggerated hourglass figure. Her hips were sexily rounded and her cute little tummy was flat as a board. And above them… those twin beauties waited.

She was perfect. The perfect woman for him. And he was going to show her how badly he wanted her.

He would show her how much he cared.

He climbed on top of her and greedily went to work.