Page 5 of Savage Daddies

I tilt my head. “I could say the same for you, mister.”

“I like what you’re wearing.” He scans my body, pink lips lifting into a smile.

What I’m wearing isn’t anything exciting.

There was no strict dress code for the party, but when one thinksmasquerade, the mind automatically shifts to that one scene inThe Vampire Diaries. Formal dresses. Suits and ties. Clothes that promote a sense of allure. That’s what the majority of people have turned up in.

I’m wearing denim shorts and sneakers, because what’s the point of getting glammed up when people already know who you are? You can look beautiful and wear the best dresses, but at the end of the day, this is a party and we’re all getting fucked up. Heels will be removed by the end of the night. You might as well be drunk and comfortable.

I stare at the bikers. My stomach twists and I don’t know why.

Seeing other girls gawp at them worsens my state. It’s like I’ve already branded them mine, and other girls have no right to them. They’re onmybeer pong team.

Not like I’m an active participant.

They could be married.

“Are you married?”

“No.” One of them shakes their head. “None of us are.”

They each display their hands. Wow, so calloused.

And bingo, no rings.

I can’t help but notice this guy’s hair. It’s long, and skirts around his ears. A gold chain dangles from his neck holding a pendant shaped like a horse. At least, I think that’s what it is. White Claw and beer don’t mix well.

Not in my head, anyway.

One of his friends asks, “What are you two talking about?”

“I was saying…” I actually don’t know what I was saying, but I’m just gonna roll with it. “How much I wanna fuck you…”

Sober brain catches up with me, but it’s too late.

There are two things you can’t get back in life.

One: Time.

Two: Words when they’ve been spoken.

Country boy readjusts his mask as if to make sure it’s over his eyes. “That’s very forward, sweetheart.”

I shrug. “Well, that’s me.”

“How drunk are you?” asks another. This one has blue eyes.

Veryblue eyes.

“Tipsy, but still able to consent to sexual activity if that’s what you mean.” I take a step closer and almost lose it when I smell their minty cologne. “I want all of you. Come on. Let’s address the elephant in the room. We’ve been having eye sex all night. We might as well cut to the chase.”

I lower my eyes, and that’s when I see it.

Let’s just say that leather pants don’t leave much to the imagination.

“Are you hard?”

Country boy grunts.

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