Page 10 of Puck (The Lost Boys MC)
I shrugged. “Why don’t you whip it out? We’ll have a little contest.”
She giggled. “I think I like the sound of that. If my best friend can get ones thrown at her all night by dancing, I’m sure I can judge a couple of dicks.”
The guy reached out and tried to take her hand. “Or you can come with me and I’ll let your imagination run wild while my tongue does all of the work between your legs.”
The second she pulled away from him, I poised myself, ready for the attack. If he thought he could touch her without her permission, he sure as hell had another thing coming. But what happened next happened so quickly that all I registered was the guy’s head slamming against the bar.
Before he fell unconscious and slid to the floor at my feet.
Six
Brigid
With Maggie dancing on the table while I was stuck at the bar by myself, I sipped my third drink and watched the show. I mean, if I couldn’t have a good time, at least I could watch my best friend having a good time. In some ways, I envied Maggie. She didn’t have to keep up this facade that I had to most of the time. Every move I made reflected upon my family, and while they weren’t as prominent here in the States, they were very well known all across Ireland.
And the last thing I needed was to embarrass them in some Gaslamp District a semester before my graduation.
Still, that didn’t mean I couldn't steal some glances at the chiseled hottie in the white t-shirt. But when I peeked back over at him, a blonde was sitting next to him with her arm draped around him and her breasts pressed against his chest.
I hated seeing him with someone else.
“Penny for your thoughts,” Maggie said breathlessly.
I whipped around with wide eyes as she signaled to the bartender for another drink.
“I didn’t think you’d ever come down off that table,” I said as I sipped my drink.
She picked up the margarita the bartender made for her. “Thanks. And don’t count me out just yet, Brigid. This is only a pit stop. I imagine I can rake in at least fifty more bucks before we find somewhere else to party.”
I stole another glance at the man in the booth. “Right.”
She nudged me. “I’ve been watching you eyeball that man in the booth.”
“Funny, I thought you were too busy twerking for loose change.”
She swatted my arm. “Hey. You say that like it’s a bad thing. I’m just a chef out here trying to have some fun before I pull a double-shift tomorrow.”
I giggled. “Sounds like someone else needs to be home at a reasonable time.”
“Don’t you know me?” she asked as she polished off her drink. “I work best under pressure when I have a hangover. It’s my magical serum for success.”
“I’m sure your math classes would agree.”
She glared at me playfully. “Yeah well, don’t make me bring up your English classes.”
I rolled my eyes. “I hate reading, okay? So, what?”
“Uh huh,” she said through her laughter, “and anyway, if that man wants to be with some fake-ass woman who’s clearly wasted beyond recognition, then he’s the kind of guy that doesn’t respect women. You deserve better than that.”
I blinked. “Out of a one-night stand? Does it really matter if I won’t see him after this?”
She placed her hand on my shoulder. “It always matters, Brigid. Okay? It’s his loss. Let him fuck up his life. We’ll find you another slice of hot ass that doesn’t look for the easy way out.”
I sighed. “All right, go get your dance on and I’ll be here once you rake in that cheese for us.”
I watched Maggie climb back up onto the table and the bar erupted in a round of applause. She took a cheeky bow before the thumping bass beat changed, and all of the girls followed suit. I swiveled back to the bar and slowly nursed my drink, trying to stay sober enough to make sure I could drive us both back to my place to crash.
Because I had a sinking feeling that Maggie would be the one completely wasted.
“Hey there, gorgeous. What brings you here tonight?”
I peeked over my shoulder and saw a man standing behind me. He slid onto the stool next to me without even asking and the smell of stale beer and onion rings hovered on the coattails of his breath. He sort of reminded me of what a crow might look like in human form, with his jet black hair, slender features, and pointed nose. And as I gazed over his shoulder at the shadowed figure hovering behind him, lights flashed through the window from the street again.
Lighting up the man that had been sitting at the booth.
Where did his blonde go?
