“It’s okay, I know you have to do your duty,” she hissed. “It would just be nice to spend some time with my man without other women butting in.” I knew she was still sore about last night, so I slid my hand high on her thigh and squeezed, claiming her as mine. My lips pressed against her neck and my teeth grazed her skin as she giggled. I always knew how to calm her down.
“I need to go to the ladies’ room,” Holly announced and stared directly at Whitney, giving her some secret female look. She nodded and pushed for me to let her out of the booth. Women traveling in pairs to the bathroom seemed unnecessary to me, but by now, I was over needing an explanation. I kissed Whitney softly on the cheek and patted her ass playfully as she walked away.
Ace slid over to me. “That Holly chick is one hot kitty.” His voice was thick and sticky, clinging to my ears whether I wanted it to or not. “Sure that’ll be an easy home run.”
“Ace, I told you not to fuck with her,” I warned.
“Oh, I have no intention of fucking with her.” He snorted. “She was a wild cat at dinner,” he whispered loudly. “Her hands were everywhere, and her legs open, inviting mine to play.” None of this I wanted to hear, none of it.
I decided to change the subject from Holly to the little brunette that got grabby under the table. He let out a yelp and gripped me tightly around the neck, pulling me to him. “That’s the kind of shit you’re missing out on, kid, as long as Whitney is around,” he said.
I knew there was no way to convince Ace that having Whitney around was better than exploring new pussy every night. I loved the stability of our relationship, and meaningless sex really didn’t appeal to me. Not that I knew much about meaningless sex. I’d been with Whitney for forever.
A tall brunette with bright blue eyes, large breasts, and a wide puckered mouth arrived at our table with a tray of drinks. Two fruity concoctions complete with cutesy umbrellas for the girls, two bottles of beers and four shots of Patrón for us.
“I don’t know if doing shots is a good idea,” I said. “Whitney wasn’t too happy with me last time.”
“Well, then I suggest you do ‘em quickly,” he said as he pushed two of the glasses in my direction. “I see them coming now.”
I lifted the first glass and clinked it against Ace’s. “To the best season ever!” he shouted and, we both guzzled down the liquor. He quickly picked up the second glass and motioned for me to do the same.
I saw Whitney in the crowd, getting closer to our table, and knew if I was going to do it, it was now or never. I lifted my glass, and we clinked again. This time, he yelled out, “To never having an empty bed at night, and always an empty one in the morning!”
I guzzled down the liquor, even though his toast was not one I agreed with. Waking up with Whitney by my side each morning was something I looked forward to.
Women flocked the table, squeezing into the booth as the girls arrived back. Whitney looked like she might explode if I didn’t act quickly. I slid out of the booth and gripped her by the waist. My lips pressed against hers, tense at first, but then they relaxed and parted so my tongue could explore her mouth.
“You taste like tequila,” she commented as I pulled loose from the kiss.
“You wanna get out of here?” I asked. Her eyes lit up and that beautiful smile I’d been missing returned.
She bit her bottom lip. “What about Holly?”
I blew out a breath. See, this is why you shouldn’t have called her, is what I wanted to say. Instead, I said, “We’ll stay for one drink, then she can decide what she wants to do.”
Ace had a brunette on his lap. Her breasts were almost falling out of her small top, and her short skirt was so revealing I could almost guarantee her pussy was shaved. Holly was trying to hide the fact that she was pissed as she stood there, waiting for the girls still sitting in our booth to leave. Whitney leaned over the table and whispered something to a blonde. She spoke to her friend next to her, and the women scurried out with their tails tucked between their legs like little wounded puppies.
I had no idea Whitney had a tough side. I liked it… a lot!
I watched as Ace continued to flirt with several of the women surrounding him, and his fingers came dangerously close to the shaved pussy of the one on his lap. Holly leaned in and whispered something in his ear. He smiled, stared at her for a moment before gently pushing the little brunette to her feet, then said something to disassemble the herd of women that were in our private section. Okay, so Holly obviously had some game too, good for her!
Whitney sipped on her drink while my hand played with her leg under the table. Her skin was so soft, so inviting that all I wanted to do was take her home and sink into it. “Are you ready?” I asked, my hand gliding farther up her thigh. She leaned towards Holly, whispered something in her ear that I couldn’t hear and then turned back towards me.
“She isn’t ready to go.”
I lifted a shoulder. “She’s a big girl. She can stay.”
“I’ll take good care of her,” Ace said, leaning over to interject into our conversation. Holly squeezed his arm and nibbled on his neck. The irritation in Whitney’s eyes bordered on toxic.
“One more drink,” she offered, and I nearly groaned out loud.
Ace held his hand in the air and snapped his fingers at the waitress. She nodded and scurried to the bar where she loaded her tray with another round of drinks.
“I don’t want a shot,” Whitney spouted as the waitress placed the four glasses down onto the table. She placed another fruity drink in front of the ladies, then set two beers in front of me and Ace. The asshole smirked at me, leaving me to explain that the four shots were ours, not the girls. Great!
Ace slid two shots in my direction. I pushed them back. “No way man, I’ve had enough,” I said, mostly because of the look I was receiving from Whitney.
“I’ll take one.” Holly smiled, and I slid one of mine towards her. She looked at Whitney, giving her a glance as if they were speaking telepathically. It was evident by her head shake and pursed lips she wasn’t interested in the shot.
“Don’t be a little bitch,” Ace teased.
I didn’t make eye contact with Whit. Instead, I just gripped the shot glass in my hand and held it towards Holly’s and Ace’s for the toast.
“To great friendships, may they last forever,” Ace said loudly, and we slung the liquor down our throats.
He quickly grabbed the fourth one and sucked it down. I noticed his attention being diverted from Holly and towards the cute little brunette that had been on his lap earlier. “I’ll be right back, have to hit the head,” he stated and quickly moved towards the men’s room where the little brunette followed.
Whitney tried to reason with Holly while Ace was gone. “You need to just come home with us; you can see him again,” she insisted. “If you go home with him tonight, you’re nothing more than a one-night stand.”
Her words were useless. Holly was adamant about her plans to spend the night with Ace. “I’ll be fine.”