They were whispering something, making it to where I couldn’t hear any of their conversation, and my dick instantly hardened.
I wasn’t one to want to do a threesome, though I had indulged in a few over my lifetime. They weren’t my thing then, and weren’t my thing now.
But looking at the two beautiful women, light and dark in coloring, inches from each other’s mouths, had done nothing for the semi-hard on that I had for the woman.
It’d been that way since I’d seen her that morning for our scheduled appointment.
I really needed to get laid, which was where Ariya came in.
Ariya’s and my relationship was a tough one. Neither one of us loved the other, at least not anymore. We’d both done some things that the other couldn’t forgive, and over time, we’d continue to do those things until those feelings weren’t enough anymore.
But we still had the occasional fuck—at least until I’d gone to prison.
She’d gone on with her life, but the day I’d gotten home, she’d made it known that she’d be willing to take up our old relationship where we’d left off—as fuck buddies.
Though, at the time, I had a feeling she wanted something more. We were both getting older, both of us in our mid-thirties. She wanted something more with her life, but she wasn’t the woman I’d ever be willing to do that with.
I hadn’t been interested in her advances then, and to be honest, still wasn’t. She was a good woman, and she deserved to find someone who wouldn’t ruin her life like I would.
But it was hard to find someone that wasn’t either A, disgusted with me for going to prison, or B, only wanting to be with me because she knew I was a bad boy.
I wanted someone nice. My dick was at the point where it no longer cared if they were nice, only if they had a warm, willing hole that I could stick it into.
Which was why I was toying with the possibility of taking Ariya home.
And very well might have done so had Hennessy not been there to let me know just how much I was craving her.
God, was I craving her.
However, I kept my eyes forward and on the woman that I’d semi-invited when I’d been at the grocery store earlier.
“Gosh, can you believe we’re getting so many restaurants?” Ariya asked, bringing my attention back to her.
And her tits.
“Seems like they’ve added at least ten since I’ve been gone,” I noted. “Only been to two of them so far, though.”
Ariya smiled her ‘come hither’ smile and leaned forward, giving me an unencumbered view of her breasts.
Breasts that were large, inviting, and nowhere near as arousing as the ones on a certain psychologist.
Ariya had a low cut, black t-shirt on that hugged every available inch of her skin. She was tall, slim, and had breasts that had always been just a little too big for her body. Her hair was long, blonde, and straight. Her cheekbones high, lips puffy, and eyes a deep sea green.
Everything I thought I was once attracted to.
Then I saw Hennessy.
Where Ariya was blonde, Hennessy was dark.
She had jet black hair that looked almost blue in certain lights. Her skin was porcelain white, so creamy and smooth that it looked like you could take a lick and taste heaven. Her hands were small, but her hips were curvy. Her breasts were on the smaller side, but would still be a perfect handful for any man.
Her lips were plump, yes, but they were also kissable, if that even made sense.
And Ariya, I realized, wasn’t going to work. Not when I’d be comparing every single thing she did or looked like to the woman at my left.
The woman who kept glancing at me, just like she used to do when she was a kid, and I was a man.
Then, it’d always made me feel uncomfortable.
My father had been a shit dad, and an even shittier person in real life. When he was thirty-eight, he’d been busted for indecent exposure with a minor…and that’d been the day that I’d promised never to take up with a younger woman.
A younger woman exactly like Hennessy had always been to me.
Though the age difference didn’t seem like it was a lot now, it was back then. Back when she was a starry eyed young girl, and I was a man.
Back when it was still fresh in my mind that my father had tried to have sex with a girl that was over half his age younger. Back when everyone compared me to him.
“You okay?”
I looked up to see Ariya frowning at me.
“Just fine,” I said, sitting back. “You ready to order?”
Ariya lifted her lip. “They don’t have anything here that I can eat. I’m on a Vegan diet until I can lose this last five pounds I gained while I was sick last month.”
I grunted something under my breath. “Then why did you agree to come here if you weren’t going to eat anything?”
Ariya smiled. “I’ve been trying to get you to go out with me since you’ve been back. I’d have gone to the movies, or even Hail House if you’d asked me.”
I snorted. She wouldn’t have gotten into Hail House. Not without my permission, anyway.
The boys at the door had a list that they’d never let in, and a lot of the exes of the club members—IE the boys that worked at Hail Auto Recovery and the club itself—were known DO NOT ALLOW IN. Meaning, they knew who they were, and if one of us didn’t give it the okay, then they weren’t allowed entrance.
It was easier to circumvent any possible fights before they happened, rather than to allow them in and hope for the best.
“Alrighty, then,” I said, holding up my hand and flagging the waitress down.
She came over in seconds, her eyes wary of me.
Everyone knew who I was.
It was hard to miss the guy that was six foot five, and tattooed from the tips of his fingers, to the base of his neck.
If they hadn’t seen me in person, they’d heard of me. And it only took one look to realize that the stories of what I looked like weren’t an exaggeration.
“W-what can I get you?” she asked.
That’s when I realized I knew the waitress. She was also a checker at the grocery store, and the woman whose car I’d repossessed not even a few hours before.
“I’ll have two of what that girl a couple tables over is having,” I pointed in Hennessy’s direction. “No drink, though, except for water.”
The waitress turned, nodded her head, and then moved away without asking if Ariya wanted anything, which I thought was secretly hilarious.
Ariya found it annoying.
See, that was the thing about Ariya…we were polar opposites.
Where I found joy in doing outside activities, she didn’t want to do anything if it didn’t involve air conditioning. For example, fishing. She hated to fish. Despised it, actually.
That was my favorite thing to do when I wasn’t working.
She also hated getting dirty, where the majority of my life was spent enjoying the finer things in life—such as taking a lifted truck through a mud puddle just because I fucking could.