My tongue darted in and out of her mouth as I reached around her waist and grabbed her ass cheeks.
“Thanks, babe,” I said, pulling back and shaking the empty bottle of tequila in her face. “But it’s time for a refill,” I claimed, giving her ass a light smack, signaling to take what she was selling to another brother.
She stumbled onto her feet and looked at me dejected. I ignored her, brushing past her as I made my way through the sea of people toward the bar where I found Bones picking up his pants.
“Am I the only one who hasn’t gotten laid yet?” I questioned disgustedly, as I reached over the bar and pulled another bottle from the shelf.
“What the fuck are you waiting for?” Bones asked, his breath ragged from pounding one of the usual bitches that hung around him like a hemorrhoid. I think her name was Sally, or maybe Suzy, fuck, I had no idea what her name was.
I glanced across the room at Brittany, the girl from the gym, getting tight with Pipe. Well, I didn’t see that shit coming. I wouldn’t have invited her if I thought she’d be on her knees sucking Pipe’s dick and not mine.
“I need a brunette,” I told Bones, taking the cigarette he just lit from his mouth and claiming it for myself.
“And what? You can’t find one?” He asked incredulously, pulling another cigarette from his pack. “What about her,” he suggested, tipping his beer across the room. “Pretty enough, if you bend her over and take her from behind. Her face is fucked but she’s got an ass that makes up for that shit.”
I squinted, trying to check her out but I couldn’t see shit. I was piss drunk and seeing double of everything. I covered one eye and focused on the brunette in question.
“You boys want in on the bet?” Pops asked, walking up in front of me completely obscuring my vision.
It was fucking useless. I couldn’t even fuck backward pussy.
I gave up, taking a seat on one of the stools and looked at Pops
“What’re you talking about old man?”
“We’re lining up some matches. Blackie is first up. He’s going to fight one of the guys from another charter,” he explained, holding out his palm. “Pay up.”
“No one asked me if I wanted to fight,” I said flatly.
“And chance messing up that pretty face of yours?” Bones quipped, handing over a fifty to Pops. “Fifty on Black,” he told the old geezer.
If I couldn’t fuck, I might as well fight. Get rid of some of this aggression somehow. I looked at my phone. Nope, no calls from Kitten.
“I want to fight,” I declared, staring at Pops. “Set it up,” I said, sliding off the stool. I grabbed my bottle and glanced at Bones. “And your money better be on me and not some other dick wad,” I warned.
I spotted Blackie walking into the room with a smoking hot blonde on his heels and my dick stirred. Maybe I didn’t need a brunette after all.
I took a shot of the tequila, placing the bottle down again, and left Bones and Pops to snatch Blackie’s girl. Fuck that, it was my patch party. I should get first dibs on all pussy.
I cleared my throat, ready to lay on the charm in typical Riggs fashion. Blackie didn’t stand a chance. Kiss your lay goodbye brother.
“This is the best fucking night of my life!” I shouted, moving to stand directly in front of the blonde bombshell who looked like a lost puppy. What the hell was wrong with me, and why was I comparing every woman I wanted to bang to a pet? Her eyes lifted to mine as I flipped my baseball cap backwards so she could check out my soulful eyes as I grinned at her. Go on baby, try to resist Riggs.
“Who are you, sexy mama?” I asked, as I reached out and ran my hand along her side.
“Riggs, she’s here for the Bulldog,” Blackie clipped.
Come on!
I dropped my hand from her side and she shoved a pie against my chest, forcing me to take it.
“I’ve got to go,” she mumbled, spinning around, leaving me holding the pie.
No pussy.
I was going to get my ass kicked from some dope because I opened my big trap.
But I had pie.
I poked my finger into the crust and pulled it out covered in cherry filling. Sucking the cherry off my finger, I savored every flavor. Damn, it was good.
Heaven.
I ignored the fleeting thought that I probably looked a lot like Jason Biggs in American Pie and took off to the couches to enjoy it.
I found a seat next to the Bulldog, ignoring he was in the middle of getting his cock sucked by a brunette.
Oh, look, I found one!
I dropped myself onto the couch and dug into my pie.
Jack pushed the girl off his lap and she nearly took a tumble and fell face first into my dessert. I would’ve killed them both, but the broad found her footing and Jack zipped his jeans. All was well.
Happy Endings all around.