One of the reasons anyway.
The other was that I wanted to get her alone. To see if I could be trusted around her. Which I couldn’t be.
“Yeah I saw her, we had a quiet chat.” I swallowed the cold frothy liquid in my glass down. A quiet chat was one way to put it. He didn’t need to know that I had manhandled his little sister. Or that I had kissed and pretty much told her I wanted to fuck her until her eyes rolled back in her head.
And he didn’t need to know that she had been totally down with it all.
Nope, Ruin didn’t need to know any of that.
“And how did she take it?” Ruins voice was full of laughter. He knew exactly how she would take being told what to do. It was the reason he had sent me instead of going himself.
I scowled at him. “How do you think? I think her actual words were if I wanna get fucked on the pool table I will.”
Ruin made a strangled sound in the back of his throat. “She said what?”
“Do you really want me to repeat it?”
“Fuck no, she’s lucky she said it to you and not me. I would have done something I’d regret in the morning.”
I couldn’t say anything in answer. I had done something I regretted. And god I wanted to do it again.
And again and again.
“Sometimes, I think she needs a good smack.” Ruin shook his dark head. “Maybe if Fender had disciplined her more as a kid she wouldn’t be such a brat now.”
My cock jumped to attention in my jeans, pressing against my zipper as images of Chelsea filled my head. Chelsea over my knee, that tight little dress pulled up over her round ass and my hand hovering over it.
How would she look with my handprints on her ass? Would she enjoy it? Me taking her in hand and disciplining her? Would it make her as wet as the very thought was making me hard?
“I don’t think she’s going to be fucking on the pool table anytime soon…” Truth slid into one of the spare seats. Pulling his old lady down on to his lap. Cali’s face was flushed, her hair standing up in every direction. . And it didn’t take a psychic to know what they had been up to. “Fender is playing…..” He didn’t have to finish. We all knew that Fender wasn’t actually playing pool.
I frowned. What kind of dad did that kind of shit with his Eighteen-year-old daughter in the same room? The man seriously had no fucking shame. It was bad enough he did it in front of Ruin and Avery. But it seemed extra low to do it in front of his own daughter.
“Who?” Ruins face was contorted. His eyes trained on the bar. I knew he wouldn’t look. He wouldn’t even turn in that direction. And who could blame him? No one wanted to see their dads dick.
“Some girl, I’ve never seen her before.” Truth was tracing lazy lines up and down Cali’s bare thigh. “Looks like a college student.”
Ruins head snapped up. “He’s fucking Chelsea’s friend Blair?” He sounded outraged. And who could blame him? I was outraged as well.
What the hell was the old man thinking?
“Shit,” I mumbled.
“Wicked get her out of here before she sees that shit… I know I shouldn’t ask you it’s just…” He didn’t need to finish. I was already moving, standing and downing my drink in one long gulp. “It’s already done, brother.” I turned toward my brother. Grinning down at him. He looked happier than I had ever seen him before. Cali made him happy. I clapped him on the shoulder. “I hope you have a good night.” I met his eyes, and he grinned up at me. I knew what tonight meant to him, and I was sorry I would miss the show. “I’m gonna get Chelsea back to ours ok, and away from the freak show.”
“I’m sorry to put this on you…” Ruin started to say, and I waved his words away. “Don’t worry about it. You guys enjoy your night, ok.” I was already moving. Heading back towards the door that leads towards the bathroom. The last place I had seen Chelsea. If I could just get to her before she came back out, I might be able to get her out of the bar before she saw her own father getting freaky with her friend.
Chapter Four
Chelsea
The first thing I saw as I pushed my way out of the door was Wicked. His face was grim as he came barrelling towards me like a bull towards a red flag.
My hand went to my hair instinctively. I was glad I had brushed it out where he had fisted it. Because the way he had homed in on me was sending butterflies fluttering in my stomach. He had kissed the lipstick from my face once, and I wanted him to do it again. More thoroughly this time.
A sound to my right caught my attention, and my feet slowed as I turned towards the pool table.
Something was going on there. I just couldn’t see what.