I had a feeling this weren’t gonna be over quickly.
Closing my eyes, I worked on thinking of sweet fuck all, but I couldn’t get the taste of that blonde pilgrim * from my head. That prudish pilgrim * that I wanted to mount me and ride my cock like it was Seabiscuit. Fuck me, she was hot, those blue eyes, that blond hair to her ass, and those fat tits that I’d had pressed all up against my chest. Hard, naturally stacked tits that I wanted to decorate with streams of my cum and wrap my dick in the middle of them until I lost my fuckin’ sex-obsessed mind. Christ! Even thinking about it was making me as hard as a ten-inch steel pole.
“K-K… Ky!!!”
Sucking in a sharp breath, I opened my eyes to find Styx in front of me, glaring at me like he was gonna slit my throat. As he ran his hands through his dark hair, I realized I’d been rubbing my stiff dick through my jeans while thinking of blondie.
Shit, I was so fuckin’ drunk.
Styx turned around and leaned against the wall. I held up my hands. “Styx, I—”
“I-I-I t-told y-you to stay the f-f-fuck away f-from h-her. F-f-fuckin’ or-ordered it a-as y-your p-prez!” Styx interrupted, stuttering badly through each pissed-off word.
I blew out a breath and exhaled. “I know! What can I say? I’m fucked off my face on Jack, and I suddenly find her in the bar, looking up at me with those huge fuckin’ eyes and cock-sucking lips that I can’t get out of my head… Fuck, Styx, she’s my perfect woman! I couldn’t help myself. I mean shit! Those tits! That ass… I’m fuckin’ cunt-struck!”
“Cunt-struck!” Styx roared. “D-do y-you only ever th-think with your d-dick!”
Styx gripped the bridge of his nose, only to drop his hand and look at me again. Taking a deep breath, he said, “M-Maddie and Li-Lilah n-never leave th-that ap-apartment. M-Mae is g-g-going fuckin’ crazy o-over it. Fl-Flame is being ev-even more psy-psy-psycho than n-n-normal not m-moving from their d-d-door. Last th-thing I-I-I n-need is y-you causing sh-shit too.”
I nodded my head and leaned forward. Styx hit his fist against the wall. “I-I-I ain’t l-l-losing M-Mae n-now. I-I l-lost her o-once. I ain’t l-losing her a-again. W-we need th-those bitches upstairs t-to c-calm the f-fuck d-down, st-stop freakin’ out at th-their own sh-shadows and get u-used t-to th-this life away from th-those f-f-fucked-up Jesus f-freaks!”
Feeling guilty at my brother hurting at the thought of losing his old lady, I went to speak, when the door flew open and Mae marched inside.
Speak of the devil…
Styx shot off the wall as soon as she entered, but she held up her hand in his direction, looking all pissed in her black jeans, Hangmen tank, and “Property of Styx” leather vest, and came my way. Hell, she had tears in her eyes.
Great. Nothing worse than a crying bitch on a mission to hand me my ass.
Stopping only a couple feet from my chair, she planted her hands on her hips and fuckin’ exploded. “How dare you treat my sister that way!” she hissed, and I caught Styx groan in exasperation behind her, his hands covering in face in distress.