“You ask after you kiss me senseless?” His lip curls into an arrogant smile. “No, no man. What about you? Any girlfriend or kids?” I question.
Lip scoffs. “No woman, and fuck no to kids.” He leans his head back against the wall. I laugh at how his tone dipped at the last part, but my fingers dig into my palm with unease at the same time.
“I’m serious. I can’t have kids. I would make a shitty dad. They’re a deal-breaker for me.” I nod, unsure what to say, and look up at the night sky.
“You don’t have kids, do you?” I can feel him staring at the side of my head, but I don’t take my eyes from the stars. I just keep looking into the dark abyss.
“Does it matter?” I whisper. “I’m alone now, and I will be for who knows how long.” Lip doesn’t reply, and I look over at him. His brow is lifted and his face is hard.
“Someone did a number on you, didn’t they?” Lip looks me over, and I pull my gaze from his before I see that same kind of sympathetic expression cross his face.
“Someone taught me that if you want to live, you have to have patience.” I exhale loudly, closing my eyes to fight the tears. Lip grabs my hand and stands, pulling me with him.
“Come on. Let’s go get a drink or something.”
I smile, relieved he isn’t going to push any further about me having kids.
LIP
I watch Cherry closely as she searches the crowd in the club. She seems nervous, but more curious than anything. I take another pull on my beer and drape my arm across her shoulders, my fingertips nearly brushing the top of her tits. I sweep my eyes up her frame, landing on her chest. Man, she’s got a nice rack. She is so small standing next to me; it makes me wonder how small she would feel under me naked.
I didn’t know what to think when I pulled over on that freeway the other day, but I sure as hell wasn’t guessing it’d be a girl like Cherry. She’s a spitfire, though. Most chicks go weak in the knees when they’re around me, or are so scared they walk on the other side of the street to avoid me. Being a part of the Devil’s Dust definitely has its perks—lots of pussy, and respect from those that fear us. But Cherry? Let’s just say she wasn’t something I was expecting.
“You want a drink?” I whisper into her ear. She nods, but doesn’t stop watching the crowd. It’s nuts in here tonight. Girls are fast, drugs are flowing, and the booze is top-notch. Heading toward the cooler, a small busty brunette steps in front of me.
“Hey, Lip, you look good tonight,” she flirts. Recognizing her voice, I realize it’s Chasity. She is a common ho around here, but she has the pinkest, wettest pussy I’ve ever had. She ain’t tight by no means, and she’s fucking annoying as hell with the way she clings, but she gets the job done. She has on a white tube top, her nipples clear as day through them, and a skull belly button ring shining against her tanned skin.
“You wanna go somewhere quiet?” she purrs, caressing her hand up my stomach.
I look over my shoulder at Cherry and groan. Fuck.
I grab Chasity’s wrist, shaking my head. “Not tonight, babe.” Her face instantly drops into a pout. She pops her hip out, her mouth falling open.
“‘Cause of her?” she sneers, looking around me at Cherry. I follow her line of sight, and find Cherry smiling at a couple of guys trying to dance with some girls, who have clearly had too much to drink cause they are falling everywhere. Watching Cherry giggle, seeing her without her knowing I’m seeing her, she looks fucking adorable. Cute and adorable isn’t something you see around here much. I trail my gaze back to a fuming Chasity.
“Yeah, ‘cause of her,” I state up front.
“That is so fucked up. You always want me.” She shakes her head, her lips pursed. Her self-assuredness pisses me off.
“Nah, that’s where you’re wrong. You’re just the closest pussy around when I need to get my rocks off. You’re always open, if you get what I’m saying.” Her mouth falls open with shock, and her nostrils flare. “If you think we have anything more than me fucking you, then you have less brains than I thought,” I insult, pushing past her.
“You are a fucking prick!” she yells in anger as I head toward Bobby, who’s sitting on the cooler.
I tap his shoulder, urging him up.
“Hey, man,” Bobby greets. “Who’s the hot chick you’re with? I haven’t seen her around here before. She like to double team?” Bobby laughs, referring to Cherry as a club whore. My lips form a tight line as my hands fist at my side. A strike of jealousy paining my chest, I rub at it with my fist, the feeling unfamiliar and unwelcomed.
“Back off,” I respond, my tone dry. Bobby’s face falls before turning into a big-ass smile.