Page 59 of Sin for You

She started giggling, and, yeah, I fucking liked that. “More than once.”

“Hey, it’s the sign of a man comfortable with his own manliness,” I said, fighting my own laugh. “If you think about it, that makes me even manlier than the average man. Like I’m extra man…or a super man.” I squeezed her ass. “Woman, you just sucked off Superman.”

She lost it then, laughing so hard she was shaking.

I pulled her in tight, buried my face in her soft hair, and joined her.

Chapter Fifteen

Bull

The bar wasn’t too busy, a handful of tables occupied. Dane was there, too, hanging out at The Mule like he often did.

“Two vodka and oranges and three Bud Lights,” Quinn said, leaning on the scarred wooden surface between us, glancing over her shoulder at a table full of women.

I got her drinks and did my best not to stare at her too hard. Damn, she was pretty. Her black hair was up high on her head, and she was wearing a blue shirt that buttoned down the front and fit her like a second skin. The color made her gray eyes even more vibrant.

Her jeans were the ones I loved and also hated, the ones with the roses on the ass. Loved because she looked sexy as hell in them, and hated because every guy she passed couldn’t stop themselves from checking her out.

Or maybe that was me being paranoid and, yeah, probably a jealous dick as well.

She glanced across the room at that same table of women again. They came in here a lot. Quinn knew them from school though they were a couple of years younger. They were friendly, not that close, but always talked and shared a joke or two with Quinn when they came in. Everyone knew everyone in this town.

“What’s going on?”

“Laney’s upset. Duncan cheated on her,” Quinn said, not meeting my eyes. “I mean, I’d seen him try it on with other women in here, hell, even me once or twice…” She swallowed convulsively, like her mouth was dry…or shit, like she was reliving her own unhappy memories. “I hate seeing her like that. He doesn’t deserve her pain and hurt. He doesn’t deserve one single tear.”

Yeah, this was most definitely cutting too close to the bone.

“Duncan’s a fucking piece of shit, always has been,” Dane said when Quinn left to deliver her drinks.

I watched her walk across the room then glance back at Laney. As soon as she finished dropping off her order, she headed back over there. Quinn touched Laney’s shoulder and leaned down, saying something to her. Laney wiped her eyes. Her friends sitting at the table were trying to comfort her, and Quinn, who knew exactly what the other woman was going through, was trying to do the same.

A moment later Quinn was striding back to the bar. “Six shots of whiskey.”

“You sure that’s a good idea?” I said, because high emotion and alcohol never mixed well; I knew that from personal experience. I also owned a bar.

Quinn looked at me, eyes bright, intense, and determined. “Yes, it’s a very good idea. Six shots of whiskey.”

I poured the drinks because I could see she needed to do this—it was there in her eyes—and, yeah, my girl wasn’t in the mood for my heavy-handed shit and I’d give her anything she wanted. I poured the drinks and loaded them onto her tray.

“Put them on my tab,” she said and strode back to Laney’s table. Quinn said something to her and got a laugh in return while Laney wiped her eyes again and the whole table joined in. They all grabbed a shot, including Quinn, and downed them, hooting and slamming the glasses down.

Dane shifted in his seat, facing the table from his barstool. I couldn’t look away either as Quinn strode to the jukebox that was currently silent and punched in the code she wanted.

A song started, the opening notes filling the bar, and Laney and her friends shot to their feet and cheered then proceeded to sing along with it at the top of their lungs, Quinn with them.

I couldn’t look away as they sang loudly about fucking up their cheating ex’s truck.

“I don’t know whether to be turned on or terrified,” Dane said beside me.

Her goal accomplished, Quinn grabbed her tray and left them singing.

She turned back to me and grinned, and I couldn’t help but grin back like a cheesy bastard. I wanted to kiss her so damn bad right then and ease the pain I saw in her eyes that she was trying to hide behind that blinding smile.

“Work the bar?” I said to Dane.

He nodded without question and came around to cover for me. When I had Quinn’s gaze on me, I tilted my head to the back, toward my office, and strode ahead.