Page 3 of You're All I Need

When the drunk pushes against Jameson’s shoulder and he doesn’t move, the slightest flicker of a smile ticks across his lips. Jameson’s enjoying this, and I am here for it. Not that I want to watch some poor drunk mid-twenties guy get his ass handed to him by a forty-year-old badass, but, well, he does deserve it.

Jameson grabs the man’s hand and not-so-gently removes it from his shoulder. Even from where I sit, I can tell it’s being bent at an awkward, painful angle. “Don’t. Touch.”

The drunk guy bends back, wobbling on his two legs as he tries to adjust his positioning. Unfortunately, nothing works, and he’s left standing there, reeling in pain. “S-sorry,” he mutters, a sweat breaking out across his forehead.

“This is my place, and what I say goes. It’s time for you and your friends to leave,” Jameson declares.

The guy glances over at his friends. “Time…to…go,” he mutters between gasps.

The other three all nod, and the moment Jameson releases his hold, they scurry toward the door as if their asses were on fire. “Make sure you call a ride,” Jameson hollers before they cross the threshold.

Walker sighs and starts walking toward the door. “I’ll make sure they don’t drive.”

Everyone dissipates from watching the show, and with each group that leaves, Jameson makes sure they have a ride. I feel someone approaching and turn just as Jordyn sidles up beside me once more. “You sure you don’t want to head out withme?” Moving closer so her mouth brushes against my ear, she whispers, “You look like you want me riding your cock for the rest of the night.”

While I can’t deny the fact I get a rush of blood pumping to my groin at the picture she paints, I’m just not feeling it tonight. Especially when I glance over to where Adrienne is stocking a beer cooler, ass pointed directly at me. All I can think about is a whole list of inappropriate things I want to do to her and that booty.

Jordyn chuckles and shakes her head. “Maybe another time,” she coos, leaning in and kissing my cheek. “You know my number.” She spins around and returns to where her friends are waiting at the door.

She’s right. I have her number.

As I return my focus ahead, Adrienne is at the register and prints out a slip of paper. She brings it to where I sit and sets it on the bar. “Your tab.”

Without even glancing at the amount, I hand over my card. I know it won’t be too much, considering I had two ginger ales and whatever mixed drink Jordyn had. I drop two twenties on the bar. “Exciting night.”

She chuckles, a low, gravelly sound that goes straight to my balls. “I always enjoy when a young guy thinks he’s ten feet tall and bulletproof and Tank shows him otherwise.”

I crack a smile, falling into that easy banter and conversation we seem to engage in. “Does it happen a lot?”

Adrienne pauses and looks over my shoulder, clearly in thought. “No, not too much. Most people know not to fuck with him. I think I’ve seen him throw mouthy people out on three or four occasions since I’ve been here.”

“I’ve witnessed Jameson getting a little…feisty.”

She smiles widely, elbows on the bar as she leans my way. There’s no missing the ample cleavage she flashes, eventhough I know that’s not her intent. Her tits aren’t on display like Jordyn’s were, but there’s also no way for Adrienne to cover them up. She’s got curves and boobs. Lots and lots of glorious boobs. “I like feisty.”

My dick is hard, my balls aching. My very male, very overactive, very dirty imagination is running wild right now like a teenager on Red Bull and Pixy Stix. “Me too. I could help you explore that, darlin’.”

She snorts and rolls her eyes. “You couldn’t handle me, cowboy. I’d hurt you.”

Grinning from ear to ear, I reply, “Pain is pleasure, sweetheart. I love a good challenge.”

She shakes her head and stands up straight. “I think you mean pleasure is pain.”

I enjoy a good sexually laced repartee, and for some reason, it’s always top-notch with Adrienne. Ever since I met her, she’s fueled this fire deep inside me I didn’t even realize I needed stoked. Something tells me she’s every bit as feisty as she suggests, and I am here for it.

The crazy part is, it’s nothing more than banter. I’ve never slept with her, even though I’d jump off the deep end of a shark-infested pool if given the opportunity. But it’s more than that. She’s fun and gives just as good as she gets. Adrienne is witty and spunky, and that only enhances her already over-the-top beauty. Her sass is a huge turn-on.

She’s the whole package.

Sexy as hell.

Walker returns, shaking his head. “They were getting into an illegally parked Yukon down the street. I made them call a friend for a ride home and waited until their ride arrived. Best part was, there was a ticket waiting on the windshield for parking in front of a marked fire hydrant.”

“Serves them right,” Jasper states, as they start their nightly close-down process.

I’m one of the final patrons, and even though no one has said anything about me vacating my stool and their establishment, I don’t want to push my luck. Leaving the cash at the edge of the bar with my tab, I stand up and stretch my arms over my head.

Adrienne reaches for the cash and takes it to the register. When she realizes how much she’s holding, she turns my way and arches her eyebrow in question. “Keep it. You deal with a lot of crap.” My bill was about ten bucks, so while a thirty-dollar tip isn’t life-changing, it’s a little something to show my appreciation for what she does and the crap she has to put up with.

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