Page 7 of Macon

The girls have been onstage dancing most of the night while the guys watch. Once every few songs, they drag us out to dance.

Right now, I’m sitting at the bar with Blink getting a drink. Cash is on the dance floor with the girls dancing to “Shake That Monkey” by Too Short (feat. Lil’ Jon and the Eastside Boyz.)

I chuckle to myself because Cash is a freak, for sure. The girls are bouncing their asses up against him, and he’s loving it. I definitely get a lot of my personality from Cash. He’s like an uncle to me. We both love to dance.

Blink asks next to me, “You good, man?”

I turn my gaze from Raydene, who’s wiggling her ass around the dance floor. “Yeah, as good as I can be right now. You?”

Blink shrugs, taking a shot.

“MacDaddy, you gonna mack on that fine ass tonight?” Blink chuckles when he sees Raydene and Vi start to grind on each other.

“Fuck no! For one, she’s got a man. Two, she’s high as fuck,” I reply defensively.

“Doesn’t look like she’s got a man right now…” He pauses, looking over his shoulder to where the girls are. “It looks like she’s got her sights on your Big Mac.”

Raydene dances seductively, looking in our direction.

“I told Dallas I’d watch out for her. I’m just babysitting,” I explain, but my eyes probably say something else, watching her sway her fine ass toward me.

I smirk. Damn, she does have some amazing long luscious legs that would wrap perfectly around my body.

He chuckles. “Keep telling yourself that. It might work.”

Christ, he’s right.

When Raydene reaches me, she slides her hands up my chest. “Want to dance?”

I smile. Fuck me.

I’ve been taking care of Raydene. She’s past the forgetting stage and has moved into the numbing phase. For the last hour, she’s been switching from alcohol to weed to cocaine.

“Hotel California” by the Eagles starts to play. I wrap my arms around her waist, holding her up and against me. I let her grind her glorious body against me.

Goddamn, she’s wasted.

Raydene drops her head back to look up at me. “Don’t you want me?” she slurs.

I smile down at her. “Honey, you’ve got a man. Plus, I don’t do women who are wasted.”

“I’m not drunk.” She giggles.

“Ray, you’re high as a fucking kite.” I laugh.

“What, you don’t find me attractive?” she spouts off.

I laugh, gripping her slender hips, and I shift her against my rock-hard cock. “Does that feel like I find you unattractive?”

She giggles again, dropping her head against my chest, almost passing out.

Okay, it’s time to put her to bed.

Past ~ 2 months prior

“Big Mac,” my little sister’s soft voice calls out to me.

I look to see her walking toward Auntie Fay’s SUV.

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