Page 7 of Out for Blood

“I have no doubt. The idiot has no idea how to play, and we’ve been trying to teach him for years.”

She snorted on the sip she was taking, holding her hand over her mouth to prevent her spitting her drink out. Putting her drink back down on the bar, I looked down at the hand that was wiping her mouth and noticed the simple tattoo between her thumb and forefinger. It was a little faded, so she must have had it for a while.

It made me wonder what other tattoos she had.

“What are the letters for?” I asked her, throwing back the shot Kendrick had put down.

She looked down at her hand, and sighed. “Maybe I need more alcohol to tell you what they mean.”

“I can help with that,” I laughed as I motioned for Kendrick to come back.

“Another?” he asked her.

“Leave the bottle.”

Kendrick nodded and grabbed a bottle, leaving it on the counter for us.

“How drunk do you want to get?” I asked her.

“I know you have an iron stomach, Cooper, but now? So do I.”

“So you’re telling me I’m not going to have to carry you home to your bedroom, sneak you in and put you to bed, all the while hiding my huge boner from you?”

She rolled her eyes. “No, and I think we both know you could have easily had me that night.”

“I do,” I replied. “But I wanted you to remember it.”

“I wasn’tthatdrunk, Cooper Malone.”

“Yes, Sheridan Sullivan, you were,” I laughed. “But, I’m not saying I didn’t cop a feel or two while I carried you in.”

Sheridan laughed with me. The sound was a melody to my ears, but there was something behind her laugh, a look in her eye that told me she was hiding something. Hell, we all were, we’d all been through shit, and it had been almost two decades since I got to hear her laugh. I didn’t want it to end.

I poured us drinks again, and she took hers. She licked a path around the rim of the glass, the simple action had my cock straining so hard against the denim of my jeans that I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to get them off again. Her eyes fluttered up to look at me, noticing my reaction, and a slow smirk made its way over her face again.

She knew what she was doing.

And I was fucking here for it.

Would tonight be the night I finally had my fill of Sheridan?

Sheridan was talking with Orla, helping her with playing pool as I sat here and watched her in that gorgeous dress. The one that barely made it past her ass, and the way her legs went on and on, down to those heels that made her calf muscles look defined.

“Prez,” I heard one of my men, Viper, come over to me. “Eagle needs to talk.”

I sighed, because I knew my time with Sheridan had come to an end tonight. I’d hoped he would have gone to bed already, his health wasn’t what it used to be, but turns out Sheridan and I were bound to never meet in the way I was desperate for.

I nodded and took the remaining bottle from the counter, heading down the hall to the back entry and onto the side porch where Eagle sat, drinking and looking over paperwork.

“Don’t you ever relax, old man?” I asked him, taking a seat on the steps leading down to the ground and twisting the cap off the whiskey, taking a swig.

“I would if you ever gave me cause to relax,” he bit back. Eagle had been with us since my dad had taken over as president. He and my dad went way back, he was more the uncle I never had, than anything.

“What’s going on?”

“The garage isn’t the only business to be in the red,” he said. “This town seems to have garnered the drug business too. I don’t know what it is, because I never noticed it before you guys came back, but I have a feeling you may have competition in this town.”

“It sounds like you want to leave, old man.”

---