I will my cock into submission and turn to face her. “You sure it wasn’t that way when I took it over?”
She tugs the bar towel off her shoulder and chucks it at me, then starts through the door into the kitchen. “I’m never off.”
“Neither am I!” I call after her, but the door swings shut before I finish.
When I spin to draw myself a beer from the tap, Destiny’s sliding the tray onto the bar. “I’m sore,” she whispers. “You really worked me over last night.”
“About that…” I top off my beer and set it down between us. “Don’t take this wrong. You’re fucking incredible in the sack. Really. But I’m just not feeling it.”
Before the whole thing’s out of my mouth, she’s already shaking her head. “Is it because I stayed? I won’t next time. You just wore me out.”
She’s not the first to say that. I don’t hold back and I guess I’m too much for some girls to handle.
“That’s part of it, but I’m also feeling like you might be looking for more than just a fuckbuddy. I need to be right up front and tell you I’m not looking for anything exclusive.”
She spins the tray on the bar. “I told you, I’m not looking for anything serious, Bran. If you want to see other people, be my guest.”
I search her face and she seems sincere. “You seriously wouldn’t have a problem if I took someone else home?”
She shakes her head and a devious smile tugs at her mouth as she glances at her table of guys. “Would you?”
“No, doll.” I blow out a laugh. “Knock yourself out.”
She twitches over to the table and makes the rounds, asking if they need anything else and striking up a conversation with a blond guy with his back to me. I can’t hear them over the music, but there’s no mistaking the body language. She’s selling and he’s definitely buying.
Carol pushes through from the kitchen, tying on her apron. “I don’t think I’m going to make it two more months,” she says, glaring at her enormous belly. “I’m so much bigger this time.”
“Suck it up. You’re fine. Wanna beer?”
She shifts her glare on me. “You know I would kill for a beer.” She shoves back through the kitchen door leaving a muttered “bastard” in her wake.
Destiny clocks out at five and when she passes back through the bar on her way out, the guy she was flirting with gets up. One of his buddies knuckle bumps him. She glances over her shoulder at me and waves on their way out the door.
So I guess she wasn’t joking. She’s not looking for exclusivity. But I still think fucking her sister would be crossing a line.
The bar gradually fills and when Lilah comes in just before eight, there’s hardly an empty seat in the place. I only realize how tense I was, wondering if she was going to show, when I feel my shoulders drop a few inches at the sight of her.
And she is a fucking sight to behold.
Her long blond hair is twisted onto the back of her head and when she pulls off her hoodie, she’s in a tight tank top and a shorter skirt than last night. The contours of those perfect tits, tiny waist, and round ass kick my heart rate up a notch.
The row of guys who were at the bar last night are back and applaud when she comes through the door. The table with the drunks Destiny was hanging out with catch on and they start wooting, like they think she’s going to stand on the bar and strip for them. Lilah grins and blows kisses with a flourish, not at all embarrassed by the attention.
She makes her way over to the empty barstool at end of the bar. “You saved me a seat.”
“You bet your sweet ass I did. My tips nearly doubled last night, and all these assholes are back because of you,” I say with nudge of my chin at the three guys seated on the stools next to her. “In the bar business, asses in seats is a good thing.”
Especially her incredible ass. The fantasy of it parked on my face flashes in my mind and the rush to my groin hardens my cock.
I top off the beer I’m pouring and set it on Carol’s tray, then lean my elbows on the bar across from Lilah. “You should think about sticking around after closing tonight.”
Her eyes flick up at me and they comb over my pecs as she unpacks her guitar. “Oh, yeah? Why’s that?”
I shrug. “Thought we could have a beer, get to know each other. Whatever.”
She smirks. “And what exactly does ‘whatever’ entail?”
“Just about anything you’re up for.” And I just left that line I wasn’t going to cross in the dust. What the fuck am I doing?
I shove off the bar when a guy in the middle flags me down. When I’m done with his drink, Lilah’s already started playing.
I set her tip jar up on the end of the bar, then lean into the far corner to watch her. I wasn’t imagining it. That voice is pure sex.
“Got any requests?” she purrs when she wraps up her first song.
I bark out a laugh.
She tips her head and raises her eyebrows, challenging me.
I stalk closer and brace my hands on the bar across from her. “You wouldn’t know anything I’m into.”