Page 7 of Spike's Perdition
Rogue simply shakes his head and stalks away, leaving me to marinate in my sour mood. I have no idea how much time passes or how much more alcohol I pour down my throat, but my head begins to spin.
“Hey, Spike.”
I don’t bother looking at Glitter as her voice swirls around me like the smoke from a bonfire in the Fall. She trails her nails down my arm, and my cock responds despite my brain’s warning to ignore the sensation.
“Must have a lot on your mind tonight,” she purrs. “It’s not like you to get sloshed.”
“Not ‘loshed,” I slur.
Glitter spins me around, and it takes all my willpower not to slide off the stool and crumble to the floor.
“Why don’t you let me help you to your room and get you settled in?”
I command my head to shake, but it has a mind of its own, and I nod. “‘Kay.”
She slips her arm around my back and helps me to my feet. I’m a big guy, and most women wouldn’t be able to hold my weight, but Glitter is tall and stronger than she looks.
When we reach my room, she grabs my hand and pushes it to the sensor that opens the door. The fact that I let her lead me around like a puppy dog is a testament to how drunk I am, but my dick doesn’t seem to get the memo.
Traitor!
Glitter pushes me down on the bed, and then begins to strip. I’m vaguely aware of my clothes being removed from my body, and somehow, I manage to pull myself together enough to enjoy when she straddles my hips.
“Fuck, Spike,” she moans. “You feel so damn good.”
I thrust my hips in an effort to give her as much pleasure as I can, but I don’t last long. Whiskey dick is a phrase that gets thrown around a lot, but I’ve never had that problem.
Thank fuck.
Glitter must get off because she quickly rolls to the side and curls against me. I don’t know whether I pass out or fall asleep,but the next thing I know, my head pounds, and my mouth is bone dry.
I pull myself away from the woman next to me and glare at her. I have no memory of how I got to bed or why Glitter is here, but the lingering smell of sex gives me a sense of what happened.
“Get up,” I demand, shaking her awake.
“Hmm?”
“Get the fuck outta my room.”
“C’mon, Spike,” she says sleepily. “I’m tired.”
“Don’t care,” I snap.
She sits up and stares at me. “Are you really gonna kick me out after what we shared?”
I narrow my eyes. “What the fuck do you think?”
She holds my gaze for a moment before getting out of bed and grabbing her clothes off the floor. Glitter stomps to the door buck naked.
“You’re an asshole,” she bites out as she disappears into the hallway.
“Tell me something I don’t know,” I mumble.
CHAPTER 3
IVORY
“Wow! It’s packed in here.”
