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Motherfucker

At the bar, Jos stood dressed in next to nothing The jean shorts she wore left her ass cheeks hanging out, putting that perfect derriere on display for the entire bar to see as she bent forward, whispering into so’s ear The shirt she wore couldn’t even be called that It was shredded and knotted at her ribs, showing off the black bra she wore underneath

All week she’d been showing up at the bar dressed like that, flirting and teasing any guy who looked twice at her

Trying to grabcrazy, I was about to ie Either would have caused a mess I wasn’t sure could ever be fully cleaned up

Soknew if I soher away and fuck her until neither one of us could walk But goddamn, it had been hard I wanted her even ht with her hadn’t cured ht and day

The guy she was talking to put his hand at her waist, touching the skin I’d spent hours tasting and worshiping His thumb skimmed under the top of her shorts, stayed there, and I knew I needed to leave before I ended killing the sonofabitch

“I’ in his direction My gaze was locked on Jos, and fro little s her This was all a show, one for oing ho”

“I’m headed to the clubhouse,” Matt told me “Pay the tab”

Muttering a curse, I pulled out lasses

As I drew closer, Jos turned her head, her eyes rolling overclose to her ear and she bit her lip, but I could read everything she was thinking—and her thoughts weren’t on the little pussy-assed bitch standing in her personal space I saw a flash of the hurt I’d already inflicted the week before, along with the saer that lived inside of me like a parasite

I clenched ers around the bills in my hand and tried to pull my eyes away from Jos as I reached the bar Unsuccessfully

“You leaving?” Colt’s voice didn’t have the power to pulluy she ith

“Yeah,” Ithe cash on the bar top

Colt followedher drink She’s just having a little fun”

“She’s getting herself into trouble is what she’s doing She doesn’t have to be drinking to do that”