showing me is how goddamn good his body feels against mine.
From side to side, he shows me how it’s done. “Just like that, babe, side to side,” he rasps, chin rested on my shoulder, lips still at my ear. My body sags and my blood pressure spikes.
“You good, Lennon?” He laughs softly when I sag into him. Fuck no, I’m not okay. I’m sweeping and all I want to do is jump him right here.
“Y-yeah,” I sputter stupidly.
“Good, babe, because you got sweeping duty, seeing as you’re real fucking good at it.”
And just like that, I’ve sobered up and my burning panties are doused in cold water. That Buck magic fades instantly. This motherfucker just played me.
Buck takes a step back from my body, beaming proudly. He thinks he’s won. Bringing the broom up, I swipe at his shin, knocking him in the leg.
“You fuckin’ sweep, asshole.”
I drop the broom to the ground in my own dramatic fashion. Turning on my heels, I take my ass back to the bar while Buck laughs, rubbing his shin.
“Come on, babe. You know you were enjoying it.” The hell I was.
“I’d rather watch you do it.” I make myself comfortable on the bar. “I might be better at sweeping, but what you lack in skill you make up for in enthusiasm, so get to gettin’, darlin’.”
A laugh bursts from his mouth and he nods. “Fuck it, I’ll sweep.” Damn right he will.
6 - Tits and Ass and Lennon
Buck
“Did she make ya bleed?” Rock chuckles, watching me rub at the nice little knot Lennon just gave me. Damn, I’m gonna have a limp now.
“Almost.”
“She’s quick with that broom.”
“Yeah, she is.” She’s like a ninja.
All these bitches are doing the bare minimum. No one wants to clean, not that I blame them. Not sure there’s enough bleach in this state to make a dent. Gas and a match might do the trick.
But these women aren’t helping themselves. Jess is in the corner by the bar, pretending to clean, and Cinnamon is walking around aimlessly, carrying an empty box. At this rate, not a goddamn thing is getting done, which will only serve to piss Dan off. He’ll start cracking skulls if shit doesn’t start happening.
“These bitches are lazy,” I tell Rock, like he doesn’t already know. The only person doing anything is Lennon, and she’s dancing while doing it.
“Yeah, no shit.”
“Oh yeah, Tyler’s lookin’ for ya,” Rock adds before walking off, back to the front door with a giggly Cinnamon on his heels, still carrying that empty box.
Making my way over to Tyler, he levels me with some serious shit when he says, “Someone’s at the Love Lounge, askin’ questions.” Shit. Sitting down next to him, he slides me a beer.
“Fuckin Christ.” It never stops. Right now, the frosty bottle is like Christmas fucking morning.
“Are they asking about Lou?” Losing a brother cuts deep, but having outsiders poke around adds salt to the wound. In my opinion, it’s nobody’s business but his family and us, his brothers. Anyone else getting in between is just looking for trouble.
“Yeah, askin’ ‘bout what we know ‘n what we’re plannin’ on doin’.”
“The girls know who it is?” I need to shut this shit down real quick like.
What he says next is all I need to know. “Some motherfucker in a cut.”
“Where we goin’?” Lennon asks over my shoulder. I chew on my answer for a second. Lennon and me are starting to get to know each other and I don’t think she’ll care, but she’s a woman, so there’s a fifty/fifty chance I don’t know the shit I think I do about her.
“Titty bar.” Lennon shifts, her front pressing into me, but she doesn’t say anything.
I wait for it. I wait for a long few minutes, but nothing comes. I start to doubt that I know anything. I wouldn’t even be taking her with me if it weren’t for the fact that the bar is in the opposite direction than the house. There’s no time to take her there, and I’m not interested in leaving her alone at the bar
From side to side, he shows me how it’s done. “Just like that, babe, side to side,” he rasps, chin rested on my shoulder, lips still at my ear. My body sags and my blood pressure spikes.
“You good, Lennon?” He laughs softly when I sag into him. Fuck no, I’m not okay. I’m sweeping and all I want to do is jump him right here.
“Y-yeah,” I sputter stupidly.
“Good, babe, because you got sweeping duty, seeing as you’re real fucking good at it.”
And just like that, I’ve sobered up and my burning panties are doused in cold water. That Buck magic fades instantly. This motherfucker just played me.
Buck takes a step back from my body, beaming proudly. He thinks he’s won. Bringing the broom up, I swipe at his shin, knocking him in the leg.
“You fuckin’ sweep, asshole.”
I drop the broom to the ground in my own dramatic fashion. Turning on my heels, I take my ass back to the bar while Buck laughs, rubbing his shin.
“Come on, babe. You know you were enjoying it.” The hell I was.
“I’d rather watch you do it.” I make myself comfortable on the bar. “I might be better at sweeping, but what you lack in skill you make up for in enthusiasm, so get to gettin’, darlin’.”
A laugh bursts from his mouth and he nods. “Fuck it, I’ll sweep.” Damn right he will.
6 - Tits and Ass and Lennon
Buck
“Did she make ya bleed?” Rock chuckles, watching me rub at the nice little knot Lennon just gave me. Damn, I’m gonna have a limp now.
“Almost.”
“She’s quick with that broom.”
“Yeah, she is.” She’s like a ninja.
All these bitches are doing the bare minimum. No one wants to clean, not that I blame them. Not sure there’s enough bleach in this state to make a dent. Gas and a match might do the trick.
But these women aren’t helping themselves. Jess is in the corner by the bar, pretending to clean, and Cinnamon is walking around aimlessly, carrying an empty box. At this rate, not a goddamn thing is getting done, which will only serve to piss Dan off. He’ll start cracking skulls if shit doesn’t start happening.
“These bitches are lazy,” I tell Rock, like he doesn’t already know. The only person doing anything is Lennon, and she’s dancing while doing it.
“Yeah, no shit.”
“Oh yeah, Tyler’s lookin’ for ya,” Rock adds before walking off, back to the front door with a giggly Cinnamon on his heels, still carrying that empty box.
Making my way over to Tyler, he levels me with some serious shit when he says, “Someone’s at the Love Lounge, askin’ questions.” Shit. Sitting down next to him, he slides me a beer.
“Fuckin Christ.” It never stops. Right now, the frosty bottle is like Christmas fucking morning.
“Are they asking about Lou?” Losing a brother cuts deep, but having outsiders poke around adds salt to the wound. In my opinion, it’s nobody’s business but his family and us, his brothers. Anyone else getting in between is just looking for trouble.
“Yeah, askin’ ‘bout what we know ‘n what we’re plannin’ on doin’.”
“The girls know who it is?” I need to shut this shit down real quick like.
What he says next is all I need to know. “Some motherfucker in a cut.”
“Where we goin’?” Lennon asks over my shoulder. I chew on my answer for a second. Lennon and me are starting to get to know each other and I don’t think she’ll care, but she’s a woman, so there’s a fifty/fifty chance I don’t know the shit I think I do about her.
“Titty bar.” Lennon shifts, her front pressing into me, but she doesn’t say anything.
I wait for it. I wait for a long few minutes, but nothing comes. I start to doubt that I know anything. I wouldn’t even be taking her with me if it weren’t for the fact that the bar is in the opposite direction than the house. There’s no time to take her there, and I’m not interested in leaving her alone at the bar
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