Page 103 of Without You, Scotch and Sammy 2

“A good girl?” I lower my beer slowly. “Who the hell wants a good girl? I want a freak. Lots of them. I’m a thirty-six-year-old man, X. I’m old. I don’t have time for good girls. I want one who’ll spank me as often as I spank her.”

His eyes screw shut. “I did not need that in my head. That’s fucking disgusting.”

I lift my beer and sip. “Just sayin’. Ain’t nobody got time for good girls. I need one with fire.”

“Oz--”

“Jules has fire.” I wink at him, just to be an obnoxious prick. “Maybe I should ask Juliette if she knows how to spank.”

“Fuck you will!” He slams his fist sideways into my chest, and I wheeze out a painful breath. “Goddamit, you asshole. First I had your hairy ass in my mind as some chick spanked you, now you’ve made that chick Jules. You’re a dick!”

I laugh hard at his tormented groan. “Well, don’t try and drag me down into your wedded bliss bullshit. Marriage means one chick. There are far too many pretty ladies in this world to limit myself to just one.”

“You’ll change your mind one day. One right woman is worth a million randoms. I promise you.”

I groan. “Jesus, X. The alcohol and love in the air today has you dribbling shit. Leave me alone.”

“Fine,” he chuckles and sips his beer. His sparkling blue eyes watch the reception carefully. The chief is here tonight. He’s watching over his flock. “You know we got the Maxwell hearing coming up soon, right?”

We both grind our jaws at the reminder of what Brad Maxwell did to one of our own. He attacked Alex’s sister, put her in the hospital with a broken arm and a painful concussion. If I didn’t like Britt’s man before that, the fact that Jack beat Brad to within an inch of his life, definitely sealed his position in my heart. Jack Reilly looks after his own, and his own, just so happened to be mine and X’s too.

“Yeah, on the twenty-fifth of next month. We’re gonna put him away for a long time. Don’t sweat it.”

“Yeah, well…” He sips his beer casually, though his still clenched jaw is anything but relaxed. “Lindsi’s coming back to town for it. She and her kids are gonna need help settling in. She’s had a rough time, so seeing Brad won’t be easy.”

I nod and sip. I remember her. I remember the ‘rough’ time. “We’ll help her. She got housing sorted?”

“Yeah, she’s staying in Jules’ old place. Probably might suggest she puts the kids in the gym program or something. It might help keep them busy during the trial.”

“Good idea. If she’s gonna help add years to his sentence, then we’ll roll out the carpet.”

Alex silently watches me for a long beat. “I know you’re a good guy. I trust you, Oz, but probably don’t hit on her, okay? She’s been to hell and back with her piece of shit ex. She probably can’t take your brand of flirt.”

I shake my head and take a slow sip. “I know where she’s been. She has kids, and she’s a case. She’s on my no-hit list. Don’t stress.”

“The fact you have a ‘hit’ list is disgusting,” he laughs. “You’re a fucking pig.”

I shrug and stand from my stool. I wink as my flirty date dances in the crowd. She rolls her sexy hips and sways as she watches me, and like we’re in my bedroom and she’s dancing just for me, she has my full attention. I place my nearly empty beer on the bar and slap my best friend’s shoulder. “I’ll be a professional, X. Don’t worry about it.”

“Professional Oz… That’s an oxymoron.”

I smirk at him. “It’s disrespectful that you use big words to make me feel dumb. We’re not all as smart as the Turners.” I turn away. “Now if you’ll excuse me, this dumb Neanderthal has a woman to drag to his cave and hump mindlessly.”

Alex laughs at me. “Have fun. Don’t tell me one way or the other if she spanks. I don’t wanna know.”

Epilogue 3. Sort Of.

A sneak peek back in time.

“I don’t like this.” I fucking hate this. I want to go on a rampage and kill him, and she literally hasn’t even approached him yet.

Kari looks up into my eyes; part smirk, part apology. “We need him, Luc. Do you have any other suggestions?”

“Yeah. How ‘bout I just knock him the fuck out and drag him away from the file room? Same results.”

She giggles softly. “Not quite the same results.”

“We’re literally, finally, finding a place where you’re not running from me, and now you’re expecting permission to go flirt with the fuckface who’d whisk you away in a heartbeat?”

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