Page 8 of The Final Straw

“Please. Please. Please,” she begs, and I roll my eyes at how crazy she sounds.

“Okay, fine. Pick me up in an hour.” She lets out a squeal and I hang up.

I roll out of bed and head to the bathroom. Time to get myself pretty so that if anyone I know sees me, they can tell Van I’m living my best life.

Stepping out onto the sidewalk to a waiting Bre has me covering my mouth in a giggle. She is fanning herself profusely, staring at me. “Fuck, baby, you are smoking tonight. Are you sure you don’t swing my way?”

I’m wearing a black cropped corset covered in rhinestones and black leather short shorts with my hair up in two loose dragon braids. “I’m sure.” Shaking my head, I smile at her antics. She always has a way of making me laugh.

“It’s a tragedy, really,” she gasps, walking around her car and getting into the driver’s seat.

“It really is. You’d treat me right, wouldn’t you, baby?” I give her a taste of her own medicine.

“I’d take you home and eat that kitty so good you’d wanna marry me.” She sticks her tongue out, flicking it, and I throw my head back in laughter.

Fuck, if I don’t love this girl. We met by chance at a book signing I was photographing not long ago and hit it off. She’s a cover model and part-time smut author with no filter.

We pull up to Citrus, the new club in town, and get in line to enter. We chit-chat back and forth as we wait for our turn to pay the cover and get our IDs checked. “Twenty bucks,” the bouncer says, holding out his hand and taking our cash. Handing our IDs over, he shines a flashlight on them, checking to make sure they’re real.

Getting into the building, we head straight to the bar to order drinks. A woman with a purple pixie cut and septum piercing stands behind the bar, smiling. “What can I get ya, ladies?”

“Two Coronas with lime and can we get two shots of tequila?” Bre eyes her up and down with a smirk. Oh, for fuck’s sake, she’s already flirting with the bartender. The bartender tosses her a wink and sets off to get our drinks. Setting them on the bar top, she takes Bre’s card to start a tab and we head to the dance floor.

E-Girls are Ruining my Life! by CORPSE and Savage Ga$p pumps through the speakers and the crowd loses it. We’re shoved closer together, cackling as we collide and grind against one another, enjoying the night.

We stay like that for hours, only leaving the dance floor to get refills. It’s where Bre is now. She’s leaning against the bar, batting her lashes at the bartender as she orders. Such a Whore by JVLA plays and I can’t wait for her. I love this song and want to dance.

My legs are slightly apart as I sway my hips back and forth, dropping one side every few seconds. I have my hands above my head as I dance, and I know I’m covered in a sheen of sweat. I'm lost in the moment when a strong pair of hands grabs me from behind. I gasp, but keep moving—this time grinding into whoever is holding me.

No clue who he is, but I know he’s male by the smell of his musky cologne. A pang hits me thinking of Van, but I push it aside. I will not let one shitty guy control my night. Spinning to see my partner’s face, I’m met with the sexiest older man I’ve ever seen.

Holy hell, or should I say holy silver fox? His hair is blond with silver sprinkled throughout and his beard is well-kept but graying as well. He’s staring at me with piercing cerulean eyes I could get lost in, and heat pools at my center. At a loss for words, I give him my sexiest smile, wrap my arms around his neck, and continue dancing.

Chapter 4

Kipp

EARLIER THAT NIGHT

I can’t believe I let Grady talk me into coming out tonight, specifically here, the newest nightclub in town.

Once I stepped inside and saw the strobing lights, packed tables, and bodies gyrating against each other on the dance floor, I knew we were too fucking old to be here. Every single person in this place could probably be our kid; this is more like a place I would expect to see my daughter in. In fact, I glance around the room quickly to see if she is here, relief washing over me when I don’t spot her.

We have a rocky relationship at best. To be honest, I’m sick of the way she treats Grady. It’s going to be hard, but I’m going to have to lay down the law with her. She needs to learn if she can’t accept me and Grady being together, then she’s going to have to stay away.

This place is fucking packed, but we manage to find two recently vacated stools at the bar and order two Jack and Cokes. We turn and I look around, remembering the glory days of my youth. Hell, I met Grady in a club very similar to this one, so many years ago that the memory of it seems ancient.

The night draws on and after a couple of hours and one too many drinks, I need to head to the bathroom. I kiss him on the cheek and make my way through the crowd, surprised by the number of women who flirt with me as I pass them. I guess older men are in right now.

Getting to the back of the club, I see a long line and sigh. Just my luck. However, as I approach, it seems the line is for the women's restroom, where they are standing in groups of three or more, giggling about whatever guy is trying to hook up with them for the night.

When I get back out into the main area of the club, I don’t see Grady at the bar. Scanning the room, my eyes land on him. I would know that ass anywhere; high and tight enough to bounce a quarter off of. But it’s the fucking goddess he’s dancing with—well, let’s be honest, grinding on—that has my attention.

Most people would think I’d be jealous, especially seeing how we're married, but it’s not like that with us. We knew from the beginning that we were both bi and very sexual beings. While we love each other more than words, we know we still need to have a woman, and occasionally a man, in our bed. Our relationship is very open. As long as we find someone we both want and can share, we’re okay with it.

What’s the saying? The more the merrier.

This woman is insanely fucking hot. Model worthy. She’s curvy in all the right places, hips to hold on to while you’re fucking her from behind, or in our case, from below as well. And her hair is the most beautiful shade of brown I’ve ever seen. She’s wearing some tight as fuck black leather shorts with her ass cheeks hanging out, and a black corset with stones all over it.

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