Page 41 of Worthy

″No.” He stands up straight and crosses his arms.

″Please?” My tongue snakes out to lick over my bottom lip, an unconscious gesture, though he tracks the movement before shaking his head with an audible sigh, like what comes next will physically pain him.

Finally, he rests his hands on the counter and leans forward, speaking in a gravelly voice. “I’m looking for a Nympho to Tie Me to the Bedpost with The Leg Spreader and give me her Hot Pussy for a Quick Fuck, and after that Kinky Orgasm we’ll have a Slow Comfortable Screw.”

″Is that the winning sentence?” My jaw hangs open.

He nods.

″How many drinks was that?” I try to count them in my head as I tick them off on my fingers.

″Seven,” he says evenly.

″That’s all? There have to be more sex drink names.”

″There are, but you can’t just string a bunch of random drink names together. They have to make a real sentence.” He exhales.

″Who’s in second?”

“Ryder, with five.” Cade wants to leave it at that, but evidently, he can tell I’m not going to let it drop because with another sigh he says, “I’m looking for a Clit-Licking Cowgirl to take me in her Deep Throat and give this Cock-sucking Cowboy a Blow Job to get rid of these Blue Balls.”

I’m laughing so hard I can feel tears threatening to fall. “Holy shit, I had no idea drinks could be so filthy.”

″We’re talking about an industry that encourages a lapse in judgement, of course it’s filthy.” Ally scoffs, trying to contain her own laughter.

″I would’ve thought Dex would be in the lead,” I muse. “He is the bartender.”

″He’s the scorekeeper. He has to make sure the drinks we order are legit,” Cade says reluctantly.

″Have you ever played this game anywhere else? I mean, if you went to a different bar would they know what you’re ordering?”

″I don’t know.” Cade seems surprised by the question. “Most of them are shots so a good bartender would know them.”

″And let’s not give these guys too much credit. I’m sure there are hundreds if not thousands of horny guys out there who play the same stupid game.” Ally ads with an eye roll.

″That should be a bar game, or a theme night. Dex could host the sex drink championships and people from all over could compete for the title.” I grin when Ally collapses into another fit of giggles.

″Jesus,” Cade mutters. “Between your game show antics and Deacon’s half-dressed new friends I’m going to have to cut off everyone in this bar.”

″I think Deacon’s half-dressed friends want you to undress them.” Ally nods towards the group of three down the bar. Deacon’s wearing a‘get your ass over here’expression while the blonde is visibly pouting that Cade isn’t watching her.

″Huh?” he grunts.

″Those girls aren’t…I mean, he won’t take advantage, right?” I ask.

″What? No, he’d never do that,” Cade insists. “I haven’t served them that much, and he wouldn’t cross a line. But trust me, if those girls weren’t interested, they would’ve walked right past him when they first came in. He’s not giving them attention they don’t want.”

″Okay,” I concede, because it does certainly look like they’re enjoying themselves. Well, the brunette anyway. The blonde is still looking at Cade like she wants to lick him from head to toe, and it’s not a good look. It’s too desperate. If that’s how women usually look at him, it’s no wonder he’s convinced he’s got little more than a good romp to offer.

The thought sours my carefree mood.

″You aren’t going to partake?” Ally goads Cade, and I feel my cheeks turn pink because I know she’s using me to try to force Cade to talk. Not maliciously—I get the sense she’d like to fix us up—though I’d rather not be present while she tries to do it.

He shoots her a pointed look. “It’s already past my bedtime on a work night.”

″I didn’t know you had a bedtime.” Ally pokes him further.

″I wouldn’t expect you to, since you don’t share my bed.” He glares at her.

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