Page 345 of The Tempted

“This is the best fucking night of my life!” I shouted, moving to stand directly in front of the blonde bombshell who looked like a lost puppy. What the hell was wrong with me, and why was I comparing every woman I wanted to bang to a pet? Her eyes lifted to mine as I flipped my baseball cap backwards so she could check out my soulful eyes as I grinned at her. Go on baby, try to resist Riggs.

“Who are you, sexy mama?” I asked, as I reached out and ran my hand along her side.

“Riggs, she’s here for the Bulldog,” Blackie clipped.

Come on!

I dropped my hand from her side and she shoved a pie against my chest, forcing me to take it.

“I’ve got to go,” she mumbled, spinning around, leaving me holding the pie.

No pussy.

I was going to get my ass kicked from some dope because I opened my big trap.

But I had pie.

I poked my finger into the crust and pulled it out covered in cherry filling. Sucking the cherry off my finger, I savored every flavor. Damn, it was good.

Heaven.

I ignored the fleeting thought that I probably looked a lot like Jason Biggs inAmerican Pieand took off to the couches to enjoy it.

I found a seat next to the Bulldog, ignoring he was in the middle of getting his cock sucked by a brunette.

Oh, look, I found one!

I dropped myself onto the couch and dug into my pie.

Jack pushed the girl off his lap and she nearly took a tumble and fell face first into my dessert. I would’ve killed them both, but the broad found her footing and Jack zipped his jeans. All was well.

Happy Endings all around.

“Best fucking pie ever,” I said with my mouth full, shrugging the whore’s hands off my shoulders. I didn’t want his leftovers especially when he had just blown his load in her mouth. Gross. I’ll stick with my pie.

“You guys really went all out. I don’t remember baked goods at any other club party,” I said to Jack, licking the filling from my thumb.

“Where did you get that?” he asked, standing tall, looking at my lap like there was fire on top of it and not a pie.

I licked my lips, widening my eyes as he grabbed the pie from me, searching around the clubhouse—for what, I wasn’t quite sure of. I don’t know. The man is crazy. Like, literally, he’s bipolar.

“Hey wait a minute, give that back, man!” I shouted angrily, reaching for the pie.

“Where. Did. You. Get. The. Fucking. Pie,” he hissed.

“Some fucking hot blonde brought it by before she took off,” I responded, holding out my hands for the pie. “Now give it back.”

He glanced back down at the pie before shoving it back into my hands.

He was fucking lucky he did the right thing. I was about to throw down.

“Where is she now?”

I shrugged my shoulders, repositioning myself on the couch and took another taste.

“Blackie was on her like white on rice, bet he knows where the pie goddess is,” I pointed out. “Do a brother a solid? When you find her ask her if she’ll be my personal baker, will you?”

Hey a man could hope, right?

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