Page 31 of A Love So Hard

I cut her off. “No fucking blonds. Now get your fucking hand off of me.”

“I’m not a natural blond,” she tried to persuade me.

“Good for you admitting you’re fake. Now fuck off.” She scurried away then, finally getting the hint.

“Damn man, that was a little harsh,” Crow commented.

“She shouldn’t have touched without permission.” It felt like bugs were crawling in my skin where her fingers had trailed from my kutte to my arm and down to my elbow. I didn’t want to feel like a punk ass bitch, but that had been happening ever since the night Stiff and the club whores had fucked me over. I couldn’t stand to be touched, and especially not by a woman I didn’t invite to do so. At least, I thought that’s how it would work. I wouldn’t know though since I hadn’t invited anyone to test out that theory for me.

“You know how it is on party nights,” Crow laughed. “Stop being a grumpy fuck, and mingle while you shoot those drinks back. It’ll be good for you.” Crow was of the opinion that if Lucy ever did come back and forgive me for shit that wasn’t my fault that I should tell her to piss off. He thought she was weak and selfish for not sticking around long enough to find out what was really going down, especially since last time the same punk ass who set me up lied to her and sent her running. What he didn’t realize was that Lucy and I had many conversations surrounding how she felt about cheating and the club whores and dancers at our strip clubs. Seeing it happen with her own two eyes made it seem like there was no question as to what was going on. Luckily for the situation, and Crow, I didn’t foresee Lucy ever coming back so it wasn’t going to be a problem.

He pulled me out of my straying thoughts again as he pointed at an older, but still very attractive, woman across the room. “There you go. The perfect pick-me-up for the night with her dark hair, banging body, and she’s older so she probably knows how to work that shit just right. I dare your ass to break this celibacy streak tonight. She looks like she’d be up for something, and she seems interested too.” I wanted to tell Crow to fuck right off, but something in me just didn’t care anymore. What was I holding back for?

Too many drinks to count later and I was actually having a good time. I had danced with a few of the women present so long as they kept their hands mostly to themselves. I managed to carry on conversations with people - including women - without scarring them away. It was a night that might well be a turning point. I was starting to heal and I guess that had been Merc’s point all along. That didn’t mean I’d be dating anytime soon, but it was nice to know I might one day be open to the possibility again.

My vision was growing blurry after several rounds of shots with a group of partygoers. We all stood around critiquing PeeWee’s technique as he fucked one of the whores. He had her bent over the arm of one of the couches, ass in the air, and was hammering her like he was the energizer bunny trying to use up every last bit of battery life he had. “I bet you could do better,” a smooth voice purred in my ear. I glanced over my shoulder to see a tall brunette with red lips and a sinful grin on her face. I turned toward her as I felt her over large tits push into my arm, then my chest.

“Think so?” I asked though I’m pretty sure it came out almost too slurred to understand.

“Oh baby, I’d bet my night on it,” she explained as she nodded her head and slid her manicured nails down my chest, abs, and right across my dick that had managed a half chub from watching all the action in the room. I may have still been heartbroken, but I was a man with a working dick.

“Haven’t been with anyone in a long time,” I admitted. This caused her to pout out that full bottom lip of hers. She took my hand and guided me over to the bar.

“That sad story sounds like you need a shot,” she managed to say before ordering a couple shots from our prospect.

I laughed, because it sounded ludicrous and was the truth all wrapped up in one depressing package. “All right,” I agreed as I took one of the shot glasses and downed the contents. I had no clue what had been in it because I was too wasted to taste it. My vision blurred before me again, and no doubt I swayed on my feet since I didn’t think the blurry vision was causing everything to move. “Let’s go sit down,” the woman suggested.

I followed her once again. None of my brothers intruded. That was odd. I figured Merc would have been all over me to go to my room since I was sloshed and barely able to make it to the fucking couch in the corner without falling on my ass. “Damn, the trip from the bar to the couch is fuckin’ hard tonight,” I mumbled. The woman laughed then plopped us both down before reaching over and fondling the now limp cock in my pants.

“Let’s see…” I tried focusing on what she was saying, but the words melted together. “...hard again.” She probably needed another drink. I wasn’t down for making that trip to the bar again though. “...ride on that than....”

“Waaas the fu?” I honestly only heard about every third word of whatever she said. I leaned my head back on the couch and closed my eyes thinking my new friend was headed to the bar. Instead a cool sensation hit my cock right before it was swallowed up by a wet inferno. I groaned, my mind immediately conjuring images of when Lucy went down on me and learned to give blow jobs. Jesus, that had been fun. I grabbed hold of her hair, directing her as I had done before. She took the direction better this time, not stopping to ask questions and just laved my cock with her tongue in between deep sucks that had me thrusting into the back of her throat. No gagging this time. Maybe I was too loaded to hear it. I didn’t care. I just laid back and enjoyed the sensation. Then it was gone briefly, but before I could peel my eyelids back to find out why a different kind of wet heat enveloped me. A body was slapping down on my thighs rhythmically as a hot, slippery pussy fucked my dick. It didn’t feel right, but I needed the release. In my mind I kept trying to picture Lucy, but she was turned away from me so I couldn’t get her to look me in the eye. She wouldn’t turn around, just kept riding me. Then hands pulled my own up to wrap my fingers around a huge set of tits. I squeezed, and grinned as I felt a pulsing tightness clamp down on my cock, bringing on a tingling zip that snaked down my spine, shot through my balls, and then right up into heaven.

“Mmm,” I could have sworn I heard a voice purr. “Hopefully, that did it. Thanks, lover.”

What the fuck was that about? I had no clue, and was just about gone to this world when a bellowing yell pulled me from the oblivion my mind sought. “You fucking whore! How did I know I’d find you here at my brother’s den of iniquity?”

“Den a wha?” I slurred, laughing as I realized my tongue felt too big for my mouth.

“You don’t even understand what she’s done,” a strange man yelled. I just laughed some more because everything suddenly seemed funny to me including the suction I felt as someone was yanked off my lap. I glanced down to see my soft dick was a mess and just lying there flopped out of my jeans. Then I managed to lift my gaze once more as a man’s fist came straight for my jaw. That was lights out for me.

“Welcome back to the land of the living, asshole.”

My head was pounding even as Merc laughed and came over to give my jaw a playful little slap. “That was some fuckin’ show you put on for the guys last night. I guess all they had to do was throw down a challenge all these years and you would have forgotten about your blond little bitch that was too good for this life to see what was right in front of her, huh?”

“What the fuck kinda shit are you spouting?”

“You fucked that old broad with the shitty dye job last night out in the common room. Hell, from what the guys said her husband was none too happy about it this morning when he came to collect her. Decked your ass and put you out for the rest of the morning.” Merc was chuckling now.

“Husband? What are you talking about?”

That’s when Merc stopped trying to torment me and took a good look. “Shit! You don’t remember?”

“I remember getting fucked up last night, little blurs of this and that, but I sure as fuck don’t know what you’re on about.”

Merc ran his hand down his face then. “Well, then I guess this is probably a good time to tell you that you fucked some bitch raw last night where everyone had a good view of the shit going down, including Prez and PeeWee.”

“What did they have to do with it?” I was still fuzzy in the brain and things weren’t processing as fast as they should have been.

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