After licking the final drop from me, Bebe stands up and smiles. "Paxton Reed, your turn."
I lift her off the ground and wrap her legs around my waist. I plan to suck and fuck this woman until she's ruined for all other men. Sensing what's coming, Bebe claps her hands. Her excitement acts as a starting pistol for a long, wild night.
21
Pax
You Have the Right
Date night leaves Bebe stressed and feeling guilty for leaving Lula overnight with Darby. Shay promises her brothers will keep the little girl entertained. Even nodding, Bebe's nearly crying when she says goodbye to Lula.
City by Night is packed when we arrive, and Bebe refuses to chill out. More than once, I try feeling her up, but nothing makes her smile. Well not until the first shot of tequila arrives.
Bebe downs three shots at the restaurant then another two at Suede. I behave until she flashes me the smile girls give when they're officially drunk off their pretty asses. Dancing around by the booth, Bebe sucks on her bottom lips. She's clearly hungry for more than booze.
"You're so F U C K I N G sexy," she says, pulling up my shirt and licking my stomach.
Ford covers Shay's eyes, sending his fiancée into drunken giggles. I ignore them and lift Bebe's kissing lips from my gut.
"Wanna go home and fuck?"
"I'm so wet right now," she says, laughing. "But I want to stay here and listen to music."
"There's music at home."
Bebe leans down to suck at my forearm. "You taste like orgasms."
Laughing like crazy at this comment, Shay slides off the booth and lands under the table. I ignore the laughter, while Ford pries her off the ground. My mind is on getting Bebe alone.
As she dances around the bar, I follow to ensure she won't trip or fall. Bebe reaches the bar and orders a shot of tequila. I shake my head at the bartender who brings her a shot of root beer instead. My gaze is focused on Bebe's ass when Maggie arrives to drop off empty glasses at the bar.
"Why don't you take your new slut to the storage room?" Maggie says.
I frown at her. "Fuck off. She's no slut."
"Ooh, look who got sensitive. Normally, you're such a foul fucker."
"Hey!" Bebe cries, stumbling towards Maggie. "You don't talk about my man like that. I don't care what you think you know about Pax or what he's done to you. I only care how he's always done right by me."
"Whatever."
"Hey," Bebe says again, now poking Maggie's shoulder. "You have the right the shut the F U C K up. If you choose not to use that F U C K I N G right, I have the right to smack you upside the D A M N head."
"Spell it, sister!" a laughing Shay yells from the floor as she crawls away from Ford.
Maggie's brown eyes flash to me. "You deserve each other."
"Ah," Bebe says, patting Maggie's cheeks. "Thank you. Compliments really are better than insults, aren't they?"
Grunting, Maggie storms away.
Bebe spins around and holds onto me. "I won that. No one can ever steal away my victory."
"No, they can't," I murmur, wrapping her in my arms before she squirms away. "I need you."
"Take me home and plow me, baby."
Bebe snorts at her comment then decides she wants to dance with Shay.
"Why do all the club guys have beards?" she asks me while swaying with her friend.
Shrugging, I stare at her ass. "Our faces get cold."
The women nearly fall down from laughing so hard at my answer. When they try using each other to steady themselves, their attempts lead to more stumbling. I look at my brother for support, but he's too busy memorizing Shay's tits.
Knowing I'll never find relief at this rate, I toss Bebe over my shoulder and walk towards the door.
"I might puke on your A S S," Bebe warns, but she's laughing too hard to be serious.
"I'm planning to be naked in fifteen minutes, so have at it."
Bebe plays the bongos on my butt while I walk out to the parking lot.
"I'm too buzzed to be cold," she announces.
Like clockwork, I hear her teeth chattering. I reach my Harley before realizing Bebe will fall off at the first turn. "Shit."
"Whoa, are you going to C R A P on me?" Bebe asks.
With her laughing so hard she nearly falls off my shoulder, no way will she survive the ride home.
Turning around, I return to the bar. Bebe dangles from me, saying nothing. When I reach Ford, I ignore the shuffling dance he's doing with Shay. I just want to know if Bebe is conscious.
Ford peeks around me then grins. "She's playing possum."
"I need a car to get her home."
My brother glances at Shay still dancing even though he's no longer shuffling with her.
"Yeah, you and me both."