Page 61 of Playboy Pitcher
“Shit.” Grabbing a shot glass full of octane, I down it like water. The chants grow louder as I reach the stage and pull the microphone from its stand.
I can’t believe I’m doing this. Ireallycan’t believe I’m doing this. I’m going to kill him. Okay, maybe just hurt him a lot. Definitely remove a testicle.
Before I know what’s happening, the music starts playing, and it’s only then I realize I have no idea what song Ben picked. However, when the first line of lyrics flashes across the karaoke screen, my heart slams into my chest, and my vision blurs again.
I know it.
Iknowthis song.
My mouth opens on its own, and I timidly sing the next line. I sound breathy and hesitant, but the crowd cheers as chants of, “Wi-llow!”nearly drown me out.
I smile.
The next line, I sound more confident. I’m definitely not in tune, but the rush of alcohol flowing through my veins makes me not care as much.
The crowd knows the song too, so when the music pauses, I find Ben’s face in the crowd. He’s grinning ear to ear. Shaking my head, I smile back, take a deep breath, and leap.
I acapella the shit out of “This Girl Is on Fire.”
The crowd loses their damn mind.
When the music kicks back in, everyone is clapping and singing along. I’m having the time of my life. I’m free. No one is laughing. I’m not a good singer, but no one cares.
I’m not Willow Mays or Willow McBaine.
I’m just Willow.
As I close out the final note, the bar explodes with applause so loud, I can’t even hear myself think. My smile grows so big as I run off the stage, my cheeks hurt. High on adrenaline, I push through the crowd and leap one more time.
Right into Ben’s waiting arms.
“Oh my God, did you see that?” I squeal, wrapping my arms around his neck as he lifts me off the ground and swings me around. “Did you see what I…?” Whatever else I was going to say trails off as I slowly slide down his body, our mouths only a breath apart.
He’s not smiling.
Suddenly, neither am I.
Like a crack of thunder, we both descend, our lips crashing together in a frantic, alcohol-infused battle. Ben moves a hand from my ass to cradle the back of my head and control the kiss. Volcanic sparks shoot through my body as he holds me against him, but I don’t care.
“I can’t take this anymore,” he mumbles against my lips. “I fucking want you, Willow.”
“We’re in the middle of a bar,” I groan as he licks my neck.
“Truck.” Dropping me to my feet, he grips my hand. I barely have time to grab my backpack before we’re pushing our way through the crowd. Only then does my head start to clear.
Truck.Shit. He seriously wants to go to the parking lot and fuck in his truck like a couple of horny teenagers?
I dig my heels in and pull back. “Ben, wait…”
Turning around, he tugs me close and grabs my hand, placing it over his straining cock. “Tell me you don’t want me, and we’ll sit back down.”
I can’t. Not tonight. “Let’s go.”
Chapter Nineteen
I haveWillow pressed against the driver’s side of my Escalade, one hand up her dress, the other fumbling with the key fob. If the damn thing doesn’t unlock in the next three seconds, I swear, I’ll fuck her right here in front of the whole goddamn flock.
I groan into her mouth as my fingers find the thin scrap of lace preventing me from sinking my fingers into her tight pussy. Her whole outfit has been driving me crazy all night. It’s not anything I would’ve found sexy before meeting Willow. A black tank dress that flares out into a red plaid schoolgirl skirt—whatever.But add in the bat wing necklace, a pair of black high-top Chucks, and a spiked black backpack and all I’ve wanted to do for the past two hours is rip the damn thing off her.
