Page 13 of Journey

She lowers her gaze to my cleavage and runs a finger from my collarbone to between my tits. “Thank God,” she whispers. “The things I wanna do to you…”

“How about we take this to your place?”

She takes a few twenties out of her purse and tosses them onto the bar before wrapping an arm around my shoulders and steering me toward the door. Just as I reach out to push it open, it swings outward, and a large man in jeans and a leather vest blocks my path.

“Wren?”

I try to step around him, but there’s not enough room. “Excuse me.”

“Seriously?” he scoffs. “You’re not even gonna say hi?”

“Why would I?”

“Jesus, Wren, that’s cold.”

“Mavis, who is this guy?” Lydia asks.

“Mavis?” he repeats. “You told me your name was Wren.”

And this is why Peg bitches when I ignore Wren’s private life.

“I’ve never seen you before in my life,” I insist. “Now, if you’ll ex?—”

“Never seen me before?” he says, heat lacing his tone. “The name’s Journey, and you saw every fucking inch of me two months ago. Not to mention, I saw, felt,andtasted every inch of you.”

“Apparently, that was a chick named Wren,” I counter pointedly. “I’m not her. My name is Mavis, and I’m into pussies, not dicks.”

“If what I’m saying isn’t true, then how would I know that you’ve got a birthmark shaped like a horseshoe on your right ass cheek?”

I link my fingers with Lydia’s and push past him. “Fuck off,” I snap as soon as the night air hits my skin.

Journey sputters a retort, but I can’t make out any more than the words ‘bitch’, ‘mental case’, and ‘punked’. Not that it matters what he says. He didn’t look the least bit familiar to me, but he clearly knows Wren.

“Mavis, would you stop?” Lydia says as she comes to a halt when we reach the end of the block.

I face her. “What?”

“What?” she repeats. “Youtellmewhat.Who was that?”

Shrugging, I force a smile. “Said his name was Journey.”

“Yeah, okay, I heard that, too. But he clearly knows you.” She frowns. “I mean, he knew about your birthmark.”

“C’mon, Lydia,” I prod. “I can’t be the only chick in the world to have a birthmark on her ass cheek.”

Her shoulders slump, and she seems to ponder that line of thinking. She must accept it because she leans forward and nibbles on my bottom lip.

“See, this is what I had in mind,” I tease when she pulls back. “You, me, no clothes, and raging hormones.”

Lydia’s lips tilt into a full-blown smile. “Then let’s go.”

I follow her to her car, knowing she’ll bring me back to mine when the fun is over. That’s our routine. No fuss, no muss.

Four hours and plenty of orgasms later, I’m on my way back to the apartment. By the time I crawl under the covers, I’m fully aware that once tonight becomes common knowledge among the others, it’ll be quite a while before Peg lets me out to play again.

CHAPTER 7

JOURNEY

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