“We’re celebrating tonight, bring your best,” Lenny betrayed us.
“Oh, whatcha celebratin’?” she asked, her eyes never leaving me.
She f*ck
ed me with those eyes every damn night but I never took the bait.
I didn’t want some bitch spitting in my drinks.
“Grey’s getting married, the son of a bitch.”
Her eyes widened. “I never thought I’d hear that happen.”
“People change,” I said slowly.
“Not that much,” Lenny countered. “You mark my words, man, you’ll have a sidepiece in six months tops.”
This time I did smack him upside the head.
“What the hell?” he asked rubbing his head.
“Shut your f*ck
ing mouth you f*ck
ing putz.” I glared at him.
“A round of bourbon for everyone,” Janson spoke up and handed her a couple of bills, “and buy yourself something too.”
“You got it, hon. Congratulations Grey, though I gotta say, that’s too damn bad.”
I clenched my jaw. “Maybe.”
“Lighten the f*ck
up, man, it’s your f*ck
ing stag party.”
“No, it’s drinks and then we go home,” I said slowly. I wasn’t f*ck
ing around.
“Sounds like a plan to me,” Janson said.
“Jesus, who the f*ck
pissed in your cheerios.”
“You knew when you f*ck
ing took me away from the only piece of ass I wanted to get with tonight,” I answered then I stood up and walked away. I wanted some air. I had a cigar in my pocket and that was the perfect excuse. I wasn’t much of a smoker, but I liked a stogie now and then. “I’m going out for a smoke.”
I walked away from them and headed towards the exit.
“Grey,” a familiar set of emerald eyes flashed at me as I tried to avoid the rest of the room.
Mia.
I’d taken her home once, no, twice. Twice. f*ck
. She probably thought that meant more than it did. I could tell just by the look in her eyes that she was hoping for a third time.
“Mia.” I said then I winced. She lit up at the mention of her name.
“You wanna come dance with me?” she asked as he wrapped her arms around my torso and pulled herself into me.
“Maybe some other time,” I said as I pulled her off me.
“You sure?” she pouted, hanging on tight. “We don’t have to dance, we can just go straight back to my place.”
“You’re drunk.”
“That ever stop you before?” she asked, then chuckled. Maybe not. But it didn’t matter.
“It’s not going to happen, Mia. Keep walking.” I turned her away from me and shifted through the crowd until I found the exit. f*ck
ing hell.
I wasn’t going back in there. No f*ck
ing way.
I had one location in mind.
Joanna.
***
I knocked on her hotel room. My mother insisted that she stay elsewhere the night before the wedding so that I wouldn’t see her on the wedding day, but I didn’t give a shit. I wanted to see her now.
A bunch of women giggled when I knocked a second time.
Christ. She was having her bachelorette party. Now I remembered. I wasn’t drunk, but I was buzzed enough to forget about shit like that.
“Who is it?” she asked, her voice nervous.
“It’s me, open up.”
I could hear their groans.
“What the hell, Grey, you aren’t supposed to be here.” Mary was on the other side of the door.
“I need to see her, Mar. Please?” I asked. She could never say no to me. Not when we were kids and not now. “Jesus, Joseph, and Mary, make it quick.”
The door cracked open and Joanna slid out of it. I grabbed her up into my arms before she could protest.
“You aren’t getting a stripper are you?” I asked.
“I don’t know, I think so.”
I glared down at her. “No. You tell those little sluts no.”
“It’s tradition.”
“I don’t give a f*ck
. I don’t want you looking at another man, Jo. I’ll f*ck
ing break every last one of his fingers if he touches you.”
I was on the edge of violence and I know it.
“Greyson, you’re squeezing me too tight,” she complained, but I just shoved her up against that door and grabbed her by the hair.
f*ck
, she looked so good with her neck exposed.
Sometimes I wanted her slow and sweet but right now I wanted to beat her ass just for thinking about a stripper.
“Mmm,” she let out a little moan. She liked it to. My girl was so f*ck
ing dirty.
“No. Stripper.” He said.
“How about I talk Willa into letting him strip for her and I sit in the back.”
I considered it for a minute.
“Fine, but he better not f*ck
ing touch you,”
“No one could touch me like you do,” she whispered and her hand dipped down and found my rock hard cock pressing hard against my jeans.
Jesus Christ.
“f*ck
, Jo.”
“Not tonight. Tomorrow,” she said.
“You realize it won’t be pretty if you walk away now. You’re not going to like the punishment you get for this.”
“Oh, I think I will.” She grinned at me with mischief in her eyes.
Then she kissed me. Her breath smelled like lime but no alcohol, she hadn’t been drinking. So this was all her. f*ck
. I kissed her again.