Page 5 of Dizzy

I ain’t wearin’ a shirt.

She nods at my hand. I’m holdin’ a flannel. Oh. There’s my shirt.

She raises an eyebrow. Big brown eyes full of mischief. Jet black hair drippin’ on the carpet. She ain’t got much meat on her. Firm little titties under that towel, though.

Fuck.

“How old are you, girl?”

“Twenty-one.”

“Bullshit.”

“Okay. Twenty.”

“Where’s your ID?”

“What? Are you the bouncer? Wanna see my titties or not?”

I do. She’s the prettiest thing I’ve seen in years. Her smile kind of quirks at the corners. Like the Joker, but not insane.

“Why do you want my shirt?”

“I’m into grunge. Why the fuck you care?”

“Watch your mouth.”

I don’t like this sweet girl talkin’ like she’s hard. She’s curlin’ her bare toes, squirmin’, goosebumps all up and down her arms. I set the bottle on the floor.

I never seen her around before. Could be a new sweetbutt. I don’t pay much attention. Even after the divorce, I’m more into bikes than chasing pussy.

Shit. This girl might be with one of the younger brothers.

“You property?”

She shakes her head. “Are you?”

“Nope.” Not since Sharon bailed. “Why you want my shirt?”

“I’m cold.” She bites her bottom lip, blinks at me from under thick black lashes, and my abs tighten. My cock wants out. In. Whatever it can get.

“It’s my favorite shirt.”

“I have amazing tits.”

I shrug a shoulder. Ain’t no arguing with that. “Okay.”

“No touching.”

“I’m familiar with the rules of the champagne room.” Steel Bones owns a club. The White Van. I do security there on occasion when they need a shift covered. So, yeah. Guess I am the bouncer.

She narrows her eyes, shoots me a look. I keep real still. I’m totally invested in this now. My head don’t hurt anymore, and the fog’s clearing. I’m harder than I’ve been in a long time. I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but I ain’t ever looked a gift horse in the mouth.

“Okay.” She exhales, drops the box of condoms, and tugs the towel loose, letting it fall. She squeezes her eyes shut. Her nose wrinkles like a rabbit.

Her tits are gorgeous, small, no bigger than those apples you buy in bulk. She’s got puffy nipples that peak like sugar cones. Perfect. I bet I could fit a whole tit in my mouth.

She pops her eyes open. Her shoulders relax when she sees I’m still sitting on the bed.

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