“Go to fucking hell. I would rather fuck myself with a cactus then….”
“If the look on Fender’s face was anything to go by he would have rather have done that as well.” The younger man continued.
“Enough Young Blood.”
The younger man fell into an uneasy silence.
“Where is my brother or Chelsea?”
Gent or whatever his name was let his eyes fall directly on me. They didn’t wander downwards towards my breasts. Strange. “Chelsea left over an hour ago. You brother was escorted out… you should probably follow him, sweetheart.”
I didn’t know if he was threatening me or not. But I wasn’t backing down. I never backed down.
“I will leave when I want to.” Pushing passed them I headed towards the door that separated the main bar from the corridor that housed the bathrooms.
Fenders cum dripped down my legs as I walked. The asshole hadn’t even bothered to clean me up when he was finished with me.
But if he thought I was going to go quietly he had another thing coming.
This wasn’t over.
Far from it.
***
I threw the lock on the door before I sat down on the cracked toilet seat. Wiping away the fluid that coated my thighs with angry swipes.
I had known that playing my favourite game with a man like Fender was a risk. Hell Chelsea had told me to watch out for the men I would come into contact with tonight. But nothing could prepare me for how things had turned out.
And if I was honest with myself it just turned me on more. Fender might think the game was over but it was only just beginning.
If he thought we were done he was mistaken. Now I knew what being with a man like him was like I wanted to do it again. Over and over again. Until I had had my fill and then … only then would it be over.
Because I said so. Not because he thought it was.
The sound of the door swinging open made me pause.
But it wasn’t heels that clicked on the tile floor it was boots. Giant scuffed up biker boots.
What was it with men coming into the ladies here? They had no respect at all.
“Gemma?” I recognised the voice almost instantly.
The anger that had bubbled up earlier erupted into full-blown rage. Fender was calling out for someone else. He had come in here looking for another girl only minutes after he had been inside of me.
“I swear to god Gemma if you don’t answer me. I will kick in every single one of these doors.” As if to prove my point the stall next to me shook as he kicked it hard.
Who the hell was Gemma? Chelsea had never mentioned her. I knew her mum and dad were divorced and that her dad had never remarried. So who the bell was this Gemma? And why was she so important to him.
I wasn’t normally a jealous woman. I lived by the plenty more fish in the sea rule. But the words of the bikers back in the back kept playing around in my head.
“No Gemma.” I didn’t even think about it, I swung open the door to meet him. “Just little old me.” Brushing past him I let my hand slide across his chest as I headed towards the sinks and the cracked mirrors above them.
Fender stared at me. “What are you doing here?”
My eyes rolled. Where did he think I was going to be? Running off in tears with my tail between my legs like a kicked puppy.
Please.