Page 2 of Stone Cold Bad
“Sweetheart, if you keepaccidentallyrubbing your hand across my fly, then I’m going to bend you right over this fucking table and take you right in front of all the other bar patrons.”Hunter sat back against the vinyl seat, but his threat only worked to make the brunette tease him more.She pressed her tits against his arm and grinned wickedly as her hand disappeared beneath the table.
Hunter growled.“That’s it.We’re going back to the boat for a few minutes.”He gave the brunette a nudge, and she hopped out of the booth.My brother hadn’t even bothered to ask her name.He stood up, towering over the petite girl now, and her brown eyes rounded with fear which was quickly replaced by excitement when it seemed to occur to her that a man Hunter’s size was going to be equipped with an equally giant dick.
“Thought you were going to bend me over the table,” the brunette said coyly, adding a little lip bite for extra effect.
Hunter reached down and shook the table enough to clink the beer glasses together and send beer sloshing over the side of the pitcher.
I steadied the pitcher.“Hey, watch what the fuck you’re doing.That’s good beer.”
Hunter took hold of the girl’s hand.“We’ll go to the boat.At least when we rock it, the beer won’t spill.”He led her out of the bar.
Some of the local men, who had been sneering at us from the first second we’d walked in, watched with fury as Hunter led the girl out.But no one would stop him.No one stopped my brother, Hunter, from doing anything he wanted to do.No one stopped any of us Stone brothers.But, there were times when I wished that someone would try.
“Told you the rumors were true about this place,” Slade chimed in.“Heard it all over Facebook.Head to Bootlegger’s if you want to be surrounded by willing pussy.”The jukebox switched over to a Rolling Stone’s tune, and it thrummed through the place drowning out the clamor of voices.
“Facebook?What the fuck are you doing on there?”
Slade picked up his beer and took a loud swig before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.“People post some highly informative things on there.”
“Since when are you interested ininformative?”
“Whenever the bits of information come between nice pictures of tits.”
I nodded.“That’s more like it.”
“Hey, but I didn’t tell you,” he said.He drank more beer and filtered the liquid through his teeth as if he was tasting fine wine instead of cheap beer.“Parker started a Facebook group page for our ‘sticky fingers’ contest.”He lifted his hand and waved his own fingers in case I wasn’t grasping his meaning.Slade could be such a stupid ass sometimes.“You’re still at the top with fifty-two.That asshole, Feeney, claims to be only one girl away with fifty-one, but I’d bet my left nut he’s lying.No way that dickwad has successfully finger fucked fifty-one girls.I’m in third with forty-four, but I’m determined to catch up to you.Can’t stand the thought of having my little brother get more pussy than me, even if it’s just a good long finger fuck.”
“Shit, you’ve got my name on that page?I didn’t sign on for that.Told you I’d participate in your damn contest only because I know I’ll win and I want that five hundred dollar pot.But I don’t need it advertised all over the fucking place.”
“Relax.We’ve got code names.You’re Smith and Wesson.”He smiled proudly, which meant he’d come up with my secret, sticky finger’s name.“You know Colt—Smith and Wesson.”
“Yeah, got it.”
“Oh, and we added a new feature to the contest.If you can record them screaming your name while their pussy is greedily sucking on your fingers, then you get an extra bonus point.But you’ve got to have it recorded.”
“You and Parker have way too much fucking time on your hands.”
Slade stared at something over my shoulder.“Speaking of sticky fingers, those two girls at the bar are giving us the come hither look with their tits.”
I glanced back toward the bar.As my eyes searched for the come hither tits, they stopped to look at the girl who’d just walked inside.Silky white blonde bangs stuck out from beneath the black hood of her sweatshirt.A long pair of legs, the kind that would look perfect wrapped around me, stretched down from a short, tight skirt and ended in a pair of short black boots.But it wasn’t the incredible body and legs that had my attention.It was her face, beautiful, sad and just begging to be treated right.And I knew just how to do that.
“I’m going to wave them over.”I heard Slade talk, but I wasn’t really listening.I was busy watching as the girl with boots walked across the floor to the bar.She took off her backpack and fished around for some money.
Slade waved over the other two girls, but the new girl had caught his attention too.He leaned his head over the back of the booth to get a better look at her legs.“Holy fucking hell, I just spotted number forty-five.”
My fists clenched the second he said it.Had no fucking clue why, but they had.
The girls with the welcoming tits slid into the booth.“Evening ladies,” Slade said.
“I’m Gina and this is Shelly,” the one with the nearly see through blouse said.Slade didn’t introduce us back.We weren’t big on formality, and we didn’t need people knowing our names.We were just passing through on business, business that wasn’t exactly respectable.
“Can either of you ladies tell me the name of the girl at the bar?”Slade asked.“The one with the black boots and the number forty-five tattooed on her ass.”Slade winked at me, and I wanted to throw my fist at him.It was rare for me to ever think about hitting my brother, but I wanted to right then.
“No idea, she’s not local,” Shelly said, looking sufficiently insulted that Slade had asked.“And I don’t see any tattoo.”
Already bored, I got up to go to the bathroom.
As I stepped back out into the small, dark hallway, the girl with the boots was backing down the narrow passage.Her attention was riveted on something out in the bar area, and she seemed to be ducking out of sight from whatever it was.
