Page 18 of Two Wrongs

We would take an Uber back to her place, as was my habit since Liam was little. Clothes would start to come off the moment we walk through the door. I’d get a front row viewing of the tits she’s waving in my face. We’d proceed to fuck on every available surface in her house, except for a bed. Beds were for lovers, and we were both seeking quick and dirty satisfaction. I didn’t need to worry about her forming an attachment to me, or getting pissed when I hit and quit. She is out to use me as much as I am her.

It would be something I’ve done dozens of times over the years. Like all the times before it would be gratifying in the moment, and after I’d be left feeling empty. There are things you can do with a partner you trust, sides of myself I can only show when there’s familiarity. I’ve had a few arrangements over the years with women who enjoy rougher sex. Women who like to be dominated in bed. Something tells me Brandi would run if I pushed her to her knees and demanded she gag on my cock. And just like that the semi that started to form while I imagined the things I could do to her deflates.

Not that I can tell her we’re not going back to her place. Charlie needs a release as badly as I do, and I can’t cockblock him just because I’m still fantasizing about a woman I can’t have. So I let Brandi continue to flirt and toss her hair while I down more beer than before. Maybe I’ll be lucky and she’ll believe I’ve got whiskey dick. Is beer dick a thing? Of course I’ll promise to reschedule. Either way, I’d be lying to her, but it is one that will hopefully let her save her ego.

Charlie and his girl are getting bolder the longer we sit at the table. Hands are roaming, and he’s too busy sucking her face off to carry on a conversation. When he finally comes up for air he gives me the look. The one we’ve perfected over the years. Without words he manages to let me know he’s leaving. I tip my head to let him know I’m fine.

He stands up and throws some bills on the table. It’s probably too much, but it’s a flashy move that impresses the kinds of girls he pursues. I’ll sort it out after they leave and give him back the extra on Monday.

They leave quickly, and I’m left to figure out how to extricate myself from Brandi.

“What do you think, big guy? Want to go to my place?” She trails her finger around the rim of her glass while giving me her best seductive look.

I’ll give her credit, it almost works. A month ago, hell a couple of weeks ago, I’d be chasing her out of the bar. That was before my son fucked up his marriage.

The door opens, and it is like thinking about her conjured her out of thin air. At least I think that’s her. Her long hair, that she usually wears in a messy bun on top of her head, falls down her back in loose waves. It’s highlighted a lot blonder than when I saw her earlier today. She’s wearing heavier makeup with dark eyeshadow and blood red lipstick. If that isn’t bad enough she’s wearing a micro sized skirt with fuck me heels and a tiny tank top showing off a lot of her cleavage.

Immediately two guys approach her and Bess. I’d only ever seen her hang out with that girl, Audrey, and I’m not sure I approve of this new development. Wren is a good girl, quiet and studious. Bess is loud and vulgar, but I guess I can see why she’d bond with her now. Being a good girl didn’t keep her husband from straying. Bess is the type of woman who eats men alive. No one fucks that girl over.

Wren leans over the bar and fixes herself and Bess a couple of shots. Her skirt teases me by showing the bottom of her round ass. She tosses back the shot and makes a face as the burn travels down her throat.

Donovan is watching her, and I recognize the hunger in his gaze. I thought he was trying to protect her last week, but I’m starting to think he’s really trying to keep her to himself. He’s not the only one with eyes on her, and the girls are quickly surrounded by men their age. I don’t recognize any of them, which means they are probably college kids from a couple towns over who like to come and slum it here on the weekends.

She laughs at something one of them says and I see red. Brandi chooses this moment to remind me she’d asked me a question. “Well? Are we going?”

“No,” I bark. She pouts and sits back in her chair. I don’t really care what she does, as long as she lets me keep an eye on Wren.

Of course, this is when she looks over and sees me sitting in the corner. The game we’re playing increases stakes as she whispers something in one of the guy’s ear. He puts his arm around her and they head to one of the pool tables. It seems one of his friends had the next game, and they seize the opportunity to teach the girls how to play pool.

I happen to know she already knows how to play like a shark. Liam taught her back in high school when they used to sneak out. Her guardian didn’t keep a close eye on her, and my son took full advantage of his access to her in those days. Since he’d already graduated from high school I didn’t try to stop him.

Still, she plays along and pretends not to know how to line up her shot. He slides his hand down her arm in the guise of helping her get into the right position. He stands close behind her, his groin lined up with her plump ass. I’m about to go and rip him away when she looks at me over her shoulder.

She’s toying with me. For the first time tonight I’m excited. More than I felt with Brandi throwing herself at me. But the game has begun, and I aim to win. I turn to Brandi and soothe her hurt feelings when I said we weren’t leaving.

“I just want another drink. Are you okay to stay a bit longer?”

She smiles at me and presses her breasts against my arm. “Another beer sounds fine. We would have more fun at my house.”

I raise an eyebrow at her. “Anticipation increases the experience.”

Brandi practically purrs, and I go back to ignoring her to watch Wren. When she leans over to take another shot, the guy who’s salivating over her slips his hand up her thigh toward the hem of her skirt.

I don’t think. My chair falls back as I jump up and it clatters to the ground. “You’re going to need to find a ride. That girl over there is family, and I need to stop her from doing something stupid.”

Brandi grabs for my arm, but I shake her off. She’s incredulous, and sputters, “You’re going to pass up a sure thing to take care of a kid?”

My jaw clenches and I say through clenched teeth, “She’s not a kid.”

I walk away from her. I guess I managed to piss her off anyway, but I can’t be bothered to care. Stomping off toward Wren, I grab the guy by the shirt and shove him away from her.

He puffs up his chest and starts to get in my face. “What’s your problem, man?”

“Back off junior,” I snap. “This doesn’t concern you. Find someone else to play with.”

I grab her arm and pull her through the bar. “Let go of me,” she hisses quietly.

Down the hallway I toss open the door clearly markedEmployees Only, and shove her into the storeroom. There’s a lock on the door, and I turn it to keep us from being interrupted.

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