Page 17 of Vegas Daddies

This late into the night is when I’d usually wander over and secure myself a woman for the night. A quick fuck is all I usually end up with. Nothing ever lasts longer than two days. The rough-around-the-edges exterior exhilarates some women I think, and it’s normally the European tourists. The women desperate for a taste of real American danger. They see the biker jacket with the “VV CLUB”bold across the back, the tattoos and the shaved head, and they twirl strands of hair around their fingers just that little bit more in my presence.

But even the local women seeking a bit of danger want nothing to do with me the next day. I’m not boyfriend material.

Boyfriend material would be Match.

“Ilooovedearlier.” Alice twirls the straw around in her drink. “But I wouldloooveit even more if you fucked me. All of you.” Her eyes switch between all of us.

We’re on rum now, bad choice from Lifey when we were, not even two hours ago, gulping down whisky. If I can feel the drink swirling around in my head, working its way into my brain cells and urging me back to the bar for a regrettable second, I can’t imagine the effect it’s having on Alice right now.

Her eyes spin, and her body sways to the side.

Match says something. I don’t even hear the words, but I’m laughing. Struggling to grip the glass in my hands. The tone of his voice is funny sometimes. Rhythmic, almost like he’s singing.

Oh god.

“Another?”

Somehow my ears pick that up just fine.

“Thanks, Matchy.” I hand him my glass. “What a legend.”

Legend?

Do I hear myself?

Alice shuffles closer to me, tracing my jawline. “Are you a wizard?”

“It’s a secret.”

“Because you worked magic on my pussy.”

We need to change the conversation topic before my fingers are inside of her again.

She was so fucking tight.

I feel faint just imagining how tight she’ll feel around my?—

“I want you to do it again. Again, and again, and?—”

Lifesaver presses his hand over her mouth. “People are listening in.”

“So?”

“So,” Lifesaver says, “you have to be a good girl and keep your lips shut. Some men have wild imaginations when it comes to women. I don’t want them picturing you naked.”

“Why? It’s not like we’re together.”

I waggle my brows at Lifesaver, curious for his response. His eyes look in two different directions, one staring at me. The other at Alice. Jesus. The drink has even got tohim.

“Because,” he begins, “you’re a very beautiful woman. You need to be protected.”

“Protection? I need none of that. All Ineeeeeed,” she slurs, a hand traveling up her torso to outline one of her breasts, “is your hand here again. You were so good before. Both of you. Match and Lifesaver. And Brander…and Lifesaver.”

She’s lost it.

“You’re old.” She turns her body to Lifesaver.

I snort. Wink at him. He doesn’t want to hear it.

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