Page 26 of Finding Hope

My head whooshes with excitement and wonder.

Her eyes come to mine and dare me to take a look.

I wanna see what’s under this top.Now. And since Tink’s here tonight, upstairs is a non-option. She’d cut me bad.

“Wanna get outta here?”

Nodding without hesitation, Bambie’s hair tickles my hands and sends tingles straight to my cock. “Uh-huh.”

Taking her hand in mine, I take one single step away before she digs her heels in and pulls me back. “No. Wait!”

She pulls me back around until I come face to face with the two blondes and their dirty grins. I skim over the curly headed chick. She can’t exist right now. She’ll ruin everything.

“What?”

Blonde number one looks me up and down with an appreciative eye. “What’s your name?”

Smirking, I pull Bambie in close and check the lookalikes out. If this is a prelude to a little group fun, I could be okay with that. They’reallhot. Bambie might be the best, she might be the siren that draws my eye, but the others aren’t ugly.

“My name?”

Shyly, blonde number two nods. “We can’t let you steal our friend and murder her. We need her back. So we need your name for the police; just in case.”

Oh… So no group action.Bummer.

“Just give them your name.” Bambie squeezes my hand. “Perhaps some collateral.”

Stumbling to the left and letting Bambie hold me up, I grin like a wasted fool. “Are you drunk? Can you drive?” Pulling my keys from my pocket, I dangle them between us.

With her bracelets jangling, and her black manicured nails, she reachesup and snatches them from my hand. “I’m not smashed. But I can’t drive, either.” Tossing the keys to one of the blondes, she grins. “There’s your collateral. Those are fancy keys for a fancy car. He’ll want it back. Maybe give them to the bouncers or something on the way out.”

I nod and sway. “I won’t murder her or wear her skin, pinky promise. Give them to Mike, or Tink, or… fuck. Whoever. Give ‘em to the band, I don’t care. Don’t crash it, okay?” Staring at the braver blonde as she strokes my keys, my eyes narrow. “Have you been drinking?”

Burping loudly, a man’s belch, she nods and dissolves into a puddle of girly giggles. “Little bit.”

“Don’t fucking drive, okay?” I’m not too high right now to know right from wrong. I won’t have more blood on my hands. “Don’t drive, Blondie. Don’t even try it. Drunk driving kills.”

She nods seriously. “Okay.”

“You promise?”

“Pinky promise. Just don’t kill my friend.”

“I won’t. My name’s Jack. See ya.”

Dragging Bambie along behind me, fast and a little rough, she giggles and keeps up. Left hand secured in mine, hugging my bicep with her right, we move through the door at a trot. “Your name’s Jack?”

I roll my eyes.As if she didn’t know that.“Yeah, Bambie. My name’s Jack.” Lifting my chin at the cab across the street, I pull her across the road and help her slide in. “Take me home.”

“Yeah, bud.” Pulling away from the curb, the cab driver keeps his eyes front and center, and I lean in to take Bambie’s hot mouth with mine.

Responsive, potent, so fucking soft and delectable, all my demons silence as I bury myself in everything Bambie, and meet her tongue stroke for stroke.

Within minutes, we pull up to my family’s estate gates. Tossing a fifty into the front seat, I push the door open and help her slide out onto sexy high heeled boots. Slamming my hand down on the control panel for the automated gate system, she watches on with a gaping mouth.

“Woah. Are you rich or something?”

“Ha! I used to be.” I’ve spent more this year than I’ve earned.

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