Page 63 of Lick

“I’ll take him.” So many scenarios cross my mind. One that included shoving his drunken body to the bottom of the tub and blast him with freezing water. He was good to me when I drank too much with the girls, sweet even, so it’s only right to return the favor, especially since I’m the cause.

“You sure? He’s heavy as fuck and kinda like dead weight.”

I stand next to Tylan, bringing his arm over my shoulders for support. “Yeah, thanks, Hawk,” I grunt.

He shakes his head. “I don’t know whether to leave you or stand back and watch what you plan to do with him.”

“Love sucks,” Tylan grumbles under his breath.

Oh, don’t I know it. “Just go. This is all mine.”

Hawk chuckles to himself and walks out the front door. “I’ll lock up,” he tells me before he slips through the front door.

I turn slightly, trying to steady Lick’s swaying body before I make my move. He wants to sleep in the same bed, so I’ll give him what he needs. If Roxy questions it, then we’ll answer any questions that she has. There’s no reason why he should continue to sacrifice when his happiness is as important as anyone else’s. He chose me, and I need to show him that I choose him too.

Leaning away from his body, I try to have him put more of his weight on me so I have more control, but it’s not working. He’s too heavy, and my knees begin to buckle. Before I realize what’s happening, I fall to my knees with Tylan’s weight falling on top of me. His boot catches my foot causing me to twist my ankle. Pain radiates up my leg while tears spring to my eyes as the rest of my body hits the floor, slamming my chin into the hard, wooden surface.

“Son of a biscuit eater,” I say to no one as coppery fluid saturates my mouth when my teeth break the skin of my lower lip. Tylan groans above me, the weight of his body covering mine. I can feel his fingers dig into the flesh of my hips, no doubt leaving bruises to mar my skin. The weight of his body leaves me as he rolls over onto his back, completely passing out.

The feel of ice water hitting my face both wakes me and takes my breath away. The water enters my mouth and nose, causing me to choke.

“What the fuck!” I yell, scrambling to get up as another round of cold as fuck water hits my body. My back is sore as fuck, and my legs feel numb. Opening my eyes, I see my little spit fire standing above me. The fluorescent lights flood the bathroom, causing my eyes to squint as a sledgehammer hits my brain.

“Fuck.” I groan. “How the fuck did I end up in the tub?”

“Who knows. The last time I saw you, you were passed out on the living room floor.” She drops the metal bucket, banging it on the tile and triggering another blow of the hammer to my head. I notice she’s limping as she turns and walks out. I push the heels of my palms into my eyes, trying to alleviate the pressure that’s building in my head while I figure out what the fuck happened last night.

“Another.”

I slam the empty shot glass on the top of the bar. I don’t bother looking up at Heather because I don’t feel like seeing the disapproval that’s been dancing in her eyes since she poured me my sixth shot of cinnamon amber liquid. I really don’t need to listen to her shit. I’m fucking pissed, tired and frustrated with my life, and this doesn’t sit well with me. I wasn’t made for this compromising shit, and I have a feeling that I’m not cut out for domestic home life. It’s not what people say it is. It doesn’t make me happy, and it sure as hell isn’t a fool proof way to get laid every night. I don’t know why people say they envy those with a family. Fuck, I’m more envious of those fuckers who can do who they what when they want without having to think of anyone else. This shit ain’t worth it. That’s for fucking sure.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Hawk takes a seat next to me. Rolling my eyes, I wouldn’t be surprised if Jenni has already been on the phone with Savannah, and I wouldn’t put it past that bitch to run to Sin. I’m sure the whole fucking club knows that I’m not getting my dick wet.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you the same question?” I throw back another shot, slamming the glass down again.

“Why I’m here isn’t the issue. I don’t have a family at home waiting for me.” He takes the shot glass and slides it down the empty bar.

Tilting my head towards him, I calm myself down. “I don’t have a family, man. Just some kids whose drugged-out mommy offed herself, and whose daddy is so fucked up he probably doesn’t even know his jizz hit the jackpot, not once, but twice. That house ain’t a home. It’s a fucking pit stop to where they need to be, and that’s far as fuck away from me.”

Turning away from Hawk, I snap my fingers, getting Heather’s attention. “Large Rum and coke, hold the fucking coke.” Her eyes sweep to Hawk, which pisses me off. I don’t need that pretty boy babysitting me.

“Don’t even fucking think about it,” I warn her.

She shrugs and gets me my fucking drink.

The dartboard seems to be swaying from side to side, and because that bitch ain’t staying still, I can’t get my darts to line up right. My score is shit, and listening to Hawk snicker like a fucking punk bitch ain’t helping.

“Did you ever think you’d be where you are right now?” Hawk asks. I don’t do feelings. I don’t talk. But for some reason, I open my mouth and let my thoughts out.

“Fuck no.” I shake my head, eyeing the bullseye, trying to get the dart to land where I want it. “Having kids, especially my fucked-up sister’s kids, is not how I saw my life going.”

“You never wanted it?”

“Never saw the need for it.” The dart leaves my hand, flying through the air and sticking to the fucking wall. Damn, I almost hit Bubba.

“And now?”

“It fucking sucks. This whole situation is fucked.” Knowing Jenni is right down the hall fucks with my head and my heart because I feel this pull. This need to go to her, crawl into that bed with her and wrap my arms around her. I want to bury my nose into the soft scent of her hair before I bury my cock into the soft center of her pussy and I fucking can’t.