Page 16 of Last Boy

Through his pants, I feel his growing erection brushing against my stomach, making me physically ache. But I’m not letting him make a joke of me again. It was a joke to him the other night. Who’s laughing now?

“Everything is fine and fun until the rabbit gets the gun, isn’t it?” I taunt, pressing my chest to his. “Stay the hell away from me, James. Consider this a warning.”

“Oh, I’m shaking in my sneakers from your empty threat,” he snarls. His chest thrusts against mine with every breath he takes.

Finally, he drops my wrist down and steps back. And I keep myself composed, stepping around him and heading toward the door leading me back to where Cade sits.

“You should be. And I’m no soldier…but I don’t think you won this battle, big boy,” I say calmly. “Guess that means we’re all tied up.” I wink before walking back into the club. Inside, I’m shaking from feeling his hardness on my body, knowing I did that to him.

On one hand, I’m proud that I got him worked up this time, just to let him down. On the other, I’m turned on as hell right now, and there’s only one person who could help relieve this pressure. And hooking up with him isn’t an option.

Everyone knows you don’t sleep with the enemy. And Walker James has proven that’s exactly what he is.

Walker

My dick has been unbelievably hard since I saw Poppy in the hallway after she came out of the restroom. From the corner of the bar, I had watched her and Huff laughing and chatting it up since they had come in. Each passing second pissed me off more and more. And when she went to the restroom, I couldn’t stop myself from following her. I knew I shouldn’t, but my self-restraint had snapped.

The anger I felt while watching them talk was nothing compared to right now. Elias and Nixon continue their conversation, but I can’t hear any of it. All I can do is fix my eyes on the bar, where Poppy flirts with Huff, never looking my way. Her hand slides up his arm, and before I know it…she’s fucking kissing him.

She kisses him. Initiating the entire thing.

My teeth grind together so bad that it gives me an instant headache. And my jaw tenses to the point that it fucking hurts. The kiss doesn’t last long, but it’s long enough to ruin my entire night.

And it makes me want to murder Huff.

Right now, with A-fucking-1 timing, Lana chooses to strut her way toward me and plop her ass down onto my lap. Her dress is short. So short that I can almost see her pussy. She smells like vanilla. Absolutely delicious. But it doesn’t matter because she doesn’t smell like cinnamon, and that means she doesn’t smell right to me. But if she wants me so bad, who the hell am I to push her away? Especially since on the other side of this fucking bar, Poppy’s tongue was just down Huff’s throat. She even threatened to suck his dick.

I ball my hands up at my sides, just thinking about my girl with anyone else’s cock down her throat that isn’t mine.

“Hi, handsome.” Lana giggles, brushing some hair away from my face. “How’s it going?”

“Fine now,” I mutter just as I rest my palm on her thigh. Maybe being with her could make this ache in my soul lessen. Maybe it would make me forget, even if just for a moment. I’d give anything for a few measly seconds when Poppy wasn’t the only thing on my fucking brain.

No, I know deep down that while I was balls deep in Lana, I’d squeeze my eyes shut and imagine I was buried inside Poppy’s tight pussy. Wishing that I were. And that’s not fair to Lana.

Lana kisses my neck, and then I feel her tongue drag across my jawline.

She’s intoxicated—that’s pretty clear. Then again, after all the shots I poured down my throat after my interaction with Poppy, I’m not in my right mind either.

“Come on,” she whispers in my ear. “What’s a girl got to do to get laid around here?” She pulls back, poking her bottom lip out. “I get that you don’t do relationships. But I need a…release.” She winks. “And I think you’re a prime candidate to give me just that. Besides, it’ll make us dance better, don’t you think?”

“You’re right about one thing: I don’t do relationships,” I tell her, glancing at Poppy and Cade as they laugh about something else. “Not sure about the other shit though.”

“Come on. Don’t be a party pooper,” she whispers as she reaches down, placing a hand on my thigh, dangerously close to my cock.

I’m begging for it to harden the way it just did for Poppy a mere five minutes ago. But nothing happens. Lana’s tan legs are fucking scrumptious. I should be rock hard right now, ready to fuck her.

“Lana, come dance with us!” a few of her friends yell from the dance floor, waving for her to join.

Smirking down at me, she hovers her lips above mine. “I’m going to dance with my friends, but just know, big boy…it’s you I’m dancing for.” Slowly moving off my lap, she slides her palms down my thighs. “Eyes on me, handsome.”

As she saunters off to join her friends, Elias nudges my side. “She’s rather…aggressive.” He nods toward where she’s dancing, rubbing her palms down her body. “But, wow…she’s fucking hot. And willing. Really, really fucking willing.”

“Then, you should go join her,” I say, patting his shoulder and standing up. “I’m gonna pass.”

“Yeah, I, uh…that’s not really how I move.” He looks nervously at her, and I swear the fucker doesn’t even blink. “But she’s beautiful. Really, really beautiful.”

Elias is one of those players who is terrifying on the ice. Can probably bench the most on the team, yet is bashful with the ladies. Hell, Lana might be perfect for him. At least she’d get him out of his shell.

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