Page 67 of Never Stop
“Do they give money for second and third place?” I wondered.
Avery chuckled. “Doubt it. Let’s hope Gary wins so we get our money back.”
And, Gary didn’t. He lost ten minutes later.
So, I was about to play the dark haired beauty—the black widow. She had kicked two people’s asses, and now she wanted mine. Not gonna lie, I was nervous. Gary had been the dominator of our table upstairs, and if he lost to the black widow, I was bound to do the same.
“You can’t miss a single shot,” Gary said to me, taking a long pull of his beer.
I watched as his throat worked to swallow the amber goodness. “You think I can make every shot?”
“If you miss, you’re screwed. She’ll win.”
“I saw her miss a few times,” I affirmed.
“She only missed because I wasn’t playing to win. I was playing to prevent her from making her shots. I made it so either one of my balls was in her way, or the cue ball was in an odd place. She’s that good.”
“Well, I’m fucked.”
Avery spoke. “Back in the day, you could win before I even had a turn. Hell, we won money like that a lot when we’d bet some losers that thought they could beat us.”
“That was back in the day. I’m rusty now.”
Avery grabbed my shoulders and stared into my eyes. “Do this for Brooke.”
I grunted. “You don’t think I want to win the money so I can take her somewhere she’s always dreamed of going?”
“I know you do. Don’t think about anything except Brooke.”
I scrunched my eyebrows at him. “Are you telling me not to stare at this broad’s rack?” And I didn’t mean the pool rack.
He smirked. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
At Halo, chicks did this shit all the time. They’d come in with their push-up bras, displaying their boobs to hopefully get a guy’s attention. I’m not gonna lie—I looked. I’m a man, and when I see tits that are up in my face, I look.
“Yeah, boss,” Gary said. “Think of Brooke’s smaller boobs that you’ll get to play with tonight.”
I cut my eyes to him, glaring. “Don’t talk about my girl’s tits.”
“Just trying to help. This chick has a nice rack, but it ain’t worth ten g’s.”
“Remember,” Avery said, bringing my gaze back to him, “eyes up here.” He took two fingers and pointed them at his own eyes.
“Yeah, yeah. I got it. Fuck, you think I’d never seen boobs before by the way you two fuckers are acting.”
Gary stepped closer to me and whispered, “She’ll make you look without you knowing. It’s like she has some power over you. Just don’t look at her when you take your shots.”
I didn’t respond.
They called that it was time to start the final game. I stepped up to the table and chalked my stick and the skin of my thumb that met my hand. It was game on, and I needed my stick to glide with ease. Black Widow smiled at me as she took her own chalk and rubbed it on her tit. Tip! When she rubbed it on hertip. I turned away and set the chalk on the side of the table and watched Trish rack the balls. I had no idea where she’d been for the past few hours. She appeared out of thin air and now was playing with my balls. The balls!
Fuck!
I shook my head, trying to clear it. Now that my brain was on sex, it seemed that was all I was thinking about. Even toward Trish who I didn’t care about before.
We flipped a quarter to see who would break. Black Widow won, and when I looked over at my boys, Gary was shaking his head. Well, fuck these idiots. I was going to win. I cracked my neck and watched as Black Widow rammed her stick into the cue ball. It went straight and hit the solid yellow number one ball head on. The balls scattered and several went into the pockets before I could see which ones.
I turned to Gary, and he continued to shake his head.What just happened?
