Page 64 of Macon

Maze and Sin turn their back and start chatting. Sin moves around the bar, looking at everything. She pulls back her fire engine red hair loosely, with a few strands still falling over her scar.

“Christ, brother, that red hair got me all fired up. Can’t tell if she’s the devil himself or an angel sent from God.” Cash chuckles next to me as he watches my girl.

Maze grabs her cell phone, flipping through it with glee in her eye. Snow and the girls moved themselves to the edge of the bar with their men behind them.

I smirk at Cash and reply, “She’s both.”

Cash laughs and takes a swig of his beer, then answers, “I bet she is, brother.”

Sin turns to me with a smile and cracks her neck, stretching her arms.

“You getting ready to beat someone’s ass?” I say with a laugh.

Cash replies, “Sin, you can beat my ass anytime darlin’.”

I smack him on the shoulder.

She puts her hand behind her ear, and everyone stops to listen. Maze sets down her phone just as “Goodies,” by Dillon Francis starts to blare through the speakers.

Sin starts to work it, grabbing glasses and flipping a bottle in the air. She keeps her eyes on me as she giggles, sticking her tongue out at me.

She flips and moves the bottle, landing it on her hand, then her elbow. The clubhouse is going wild. She pours me a whiskey on the rocks while setting up another set of glasses. This time she’s shaking her ass to the music, flipping and pouring. When Sin has about ten shakers stacked, I look over at Maze, who’s beaming. Sin looks at me as she lifts all the shakers above her head, preparing them to pour into shot glasses that are all lined up.

I whistle, cheering her on. Looking at me, she licks her lips seductively and pours all ten shots without taking her eyes off me.

The crowd is loving it, and my dick is hard.

People shout orders at her for the next twenty minutes, and she moves gracefully. Giving them a show as she makes drinks for these fuckers.

Her body moves like an angel. With each shake, her lower body moves in sync and that fucking smile. My God!

Maze grabs her phone again. I’m thinking to change the music, but a new song “Chill Like That,” by Sunday Scaries has already begun playing. Sin dances around, moving to the song, and my pants are about ready to bust. I’m so hard for my girl.

Maze walks over, leans across the bar, and says, “Ask her what a sinful shot is?”

I raise an eyebrow. “A what?”

Maze laughs, leaning even closer so I can hear better. “Tell her you want a sinful shot.” Maze taps the bar. “Trust me. You’ll like it.”

I whistle, getting Sin’s attention. “I want a sinful shot.”

Sin’s face turns to shock. And I’m about to beat Maze’s ass when Sin answers, “Right now? In front of all these people?”

I look at Maze, who is beaming, then back to Sin and shrug. “Fuck it.”

“It’s a body shot,” she informs me with a smile.

Cash yells, “I want one.”

“Aw, fuck, I’ve had plenty of body shots. Whip it on me, beautiful!” I yell at the crowd.

She shakes her head. “I don’t know, but okay, if you don’t care. What’s your poison?”

I yell, “Jameson.”

She turns to Maze and says something. Maze pats her on the shoulder, answering her. I know I’m in for it when Maze’s eyes land on me. I’ve seen that look way too many times.

Sin turns around with a bottle of Jameson, flipping it around her hand like you would a baton, and grabs a shot glass, placing them both on the bar. I rub my hands together, hyping her up as I get excited.

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