Page 12 of Nolan (The Doherty Mafia)
It was exactly what I’d needed. Someone to bang who’d help me forget about the other stuff.
“That’s very kind of you. To warn me. But I think I can look after myself,” I replied, smirking.
“Isn’t that what they all say?”
She came closer and stuck her tongue out towards my ear, slowly and gently licking my earlobe. I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to swat her away or bend her over the counter and fuck her from behind.
“Just to be safe, I think I should take you somewhere away from here. You need some looking after, don’t you honey?” she continued. This time she reached for my cock.
I looked into her deep blue eyes and she bit down on her lip. She wasn’t beautiful, but she sure knew what to do to make a guy crazy. I grabbed her ass and pulled her to me so she could feel my hard cock rub up on her.
“What the fuck do you want from me?” I growled.
My mood had changed drastically. In a split-second.
“I just want a good time with you. Isn’t that what you want too?”
I glanced over her shoulder, it wasn’t even a conscious decision, but my gaze landed on a girl sitting at the other end of the counter.
Maybe she caught my eye because of how intently she stared at me. Like she couldn’t take her eyes off me. I couldn’t take my eyes off her either.
Was I imagining her? Because she sure felt like a fever dream.
This girl was blonde too. With thick tight curls spilling out around her shoulders. She had pale skin and very blue eyes. All of that, in striking contrast to the clothes she wore—all black.
I couldn’t tell from where she was standing, but it seemed like she had a thing for black. Even her makeup was dark. She had chunky silver rings on all her fingers, which she tapped on the counter as I walked towards her.
The busty blonde who’d thrown herself at me stood watching as I pushed past her towards the other blonde. The one who reeled me in like a helpless hooked fish.
She still hadn’t taken her eyes off me. It was almost like she was trying to say something. She tracked me with her eyes as I went closer to her, watching my every move.
She brought her drink to her lips and I stared at the way her luscious mouth moved. She wore a dark chocolate colored lipstick that left a mark on the rim of her glass. I wanted to lick that lipstick off her mouth. I wanted to taste her. My cock was alive. I felt my need for her in my veins.
I came up close to her and it didn’t look like she cared that I was there in her space. She tipped her head backwards to look up at me, her blue eyes glowed.
“How can I help you?” she asked, taking another sip of her drink.
That was my chance to look her up and down. She wore a short tight black dress. Her legs were slender, with slender hips, narrow ankles. She was a petite person. But even the fact her tits were way smaller than every other chick’s at the bar—didn’t matter.
I wanted to touch her.
“I’m not sure yet,” I replied, sitting down beside her.
“It looked like you were in the process of getting to know the other girl,” she said.
“Were you jealous?”
She rolled her eyes.
“Why would I be jealous of her?”
“She’s got nothing on you.”
Her eyebrows cocked up, she was smiling now. And that smile was explosive.
This girl looked nothing like the other chicks I banged. There was a darkness about her that I’d never been attracted to before, but I couldn’t look away now. Despite the dark aura she tried to project, there was a radiance about her.
“Is that what you tell all the girls?” she asked, with that smile growing on her face.
“What other girls?”
She chuckled at that, then extended her hand to me.
“I’m Amelia,” she said.
“Nolan Doherty.”
There was usually a look that entered people’s eyes when they heard my name around here. Everybody knew who a Doherty was and what that meant. It was probably the biggest reason why these chicks even wanted to sleep with me.
But there was no change in Amelia’s eyes.
It was like she had no idea who I was and that felt special to me.
I bought her a drink. She drank neat whiskeys on the rocks—which wasn’t the thing I would’ve guessed for her. But Amelia knocked it back like it didn’t even tingle her fingers.
“What are you doing alone in a place like this?” I asked her.
“I could ask you the same question.”
“My answer is simple.”
“You’re looking to get laid,” she replied and chuckled.
“I’m looking to forget,” I replied.
Amelia twirled one golden curl around her forefinger while she stared into my eyes. She had no problems with that—never looked away once. I sat close enough to her so I could smell her sensual perfume. It made my cock rock hard. This was all her fault. I couldn’t focus on anything other than how much I needed to be inside her.
