Stud laughed, catching her hands and raising them over her head. “Now, is this any way to repay me for those orgasms I gave you last night?” His taunts fueled her anger.
Her green eyes spit their fury at him. “It isn’t going to happen, Stud. The tequila has worn off. I should have known Blue Horsemen were the type to take advantage of a drunken woman.”
“Sex Piston, I didn’t pour that tequila down your throat, you did that all by yourself. I’m not ashamed to admit when you were rubbing your ass all over my dick that I wasn’t strong enough to say no. Now that I think about it, you took advantage of me.” She wanted to strangle him with that self-righteous bullshit spewing from his mouth.
Her blazing green eyes looked up into his caramel colored ones, searching for the truth. She was woman enough to admit she knew she was drinking too much, but Fat Louise was supposed to stay sober to make sure shit like this didn’t happen. She had obviously failed. Sex Piston was going to kick her ass as soon as she took care of Stud.
Turning her head toward his shoulder, she sank her teeth deep into his muscled flesh, biting hard.
“Bitch.” Stud rolled away, his hand going to the painful mark left by her bite.
“When I say move, fucking move.” Sex Piston used the opportunity to grab her clothes and rise to her feet while throwing him a triumphant look.
Ignoring his presence, she threw down the sheet and got dressed, uncaring of her nakedness. Planting her ass on the side of the bed, she put on her boots, aware that he was watching every move she made.
“Your tits are the best I’ve ever seen, and your ass is even better. Ace is a stupid bastard to mess around on you.” Sex Piston paused putting on her boots. His compliments soothed a hurt she had denied to everyone, including herself.
Stud got out of the bed naked and walked around the bed to face her. Sex Piston was unable to prevent herself from salivating at his muscular body. Ace had let his go with one too many beers; he had a paunch to prove it and flabby arms where there should have been muscles. Stud’s dick also put Ace’s to shame. She shook her head, coming to the conclusion that Stud had earned his name for more than one reason.
“Come a step closer to me and those three kids of yours will be the last kids you’ll be able to have.” Stud ignored her threat, moved closer to her and then reached down to pick up his t-shirt lying on the floor beside her foot.
“Sex Piston, that mouth of yours might put the fear of God into everyone else, but to me, it just reminds me it was on my dick last night.” Stud went to the foot of the bed and picked up his jeans, his firm ass flexing as he put them on. Giving her a mocking look, he shoved his dick into the pants before zipping them up. He put on his t-shirt next before sitting on the bed to put on his boots, not bothering to look for his socks. He grabbed his jacket and went to the bedroom door, waiting for her to brush her fingers through her thick hair.
“What are you doing?” Sex Piston paused when she noticed he was watching.
“Waiting to give you a ride home,” he explained with a smirk.
“No you’re not. Go on out and leave. I don’t need a ride home.” She wasn’t about to leave the room at the same time as him. If she was lucky, no one had seen them enter the room together. She was already furious at herself for not remembering the night before, but she damn sure wasn’t about to compound the mistake of walking out of the room with him.
“How are you going to get home?” Stud questioned.
“I’ll call Killyama,” Sex Piston answered as she searched through her clothes for her cell phone.
“Good luck with that; Bear was supposed to give them all rides home last night. They weren’t in any better shape than you were.”
Finding her phone in her pants pocket, she called her crew one at a time, receiving no answers. Becoming more aggravated with each call, Stud merely leaned against the bedroom wall, waiting for her to come to the same conclusion as him. That she would have to accept his offer of a ride.
Using her internet, she looked up the number for a cab and pushed the number in. When the dispatcher answered, she gave the address. Stud strode forward and took the phone away, cancelling the cab.
“Fucker, give me back my phone.”
Stud put the phone in his back pocket. Then, taking her arm, he propelled her through the doorway, ignoring her demand to leave her alone. “Let’s go, Sex Piston. I’m giving you a ride.”