“The fuck it ain’t. You’ve kept Alexa off his balls for the past few years. Prez ain’t gonna be happy if she starts in with her crazy again.”
“Yeah well their shit ain’t my shit. Feel me?”
“I hear ya, man. I hear ya.”
“Say, we gotta new girl. Goes by the name Daisy or some shit. No one’s had her yet.”
“Not interested.”
Grudge put his hands on the side of my face and turns my head. Over by the jukebox is a redheaded beauty. All ass with matching tits. She’s shaking her hips, her ass swaying to the beat. Fuck me she’s fine, and I could use getting lost for a while. Guilt for walking out on Alexa and Wylla Mae is eating at me even though Alexa was cooler than I thought she’d be about it. It’s Wylla Mae that bothers me the most. I know she depends on me, and I let her down. I just couldn’t do it. I couldn’t look the other way and keep pretending shit was cool when it wasn’t.
“She likes tequila,” his voice grates in my ear and he nods to Dixie. She shakes her head and pours two shots and slides them across the bar.
I take the shot glasses and find my feet moving swiftly in Daisy’s direction.
“Heard you like tequila.” I hold a shot glass out to her, and she licks her lips.
“Tequila makes my clothes fall off.”
“Why don’t we make this a private party upstairs.”
“You got it.” her nails flick my name on my cut. “East.” Her warm breath fans over my lips then she wraps her lips around the shot glass and knocks it back.
I down my shot and grab her by the hand as I slam my shot glass down on a nearby table.
I take this Daisy upstairs to my room. The minute we’re through the door she latches onto me. Hands moving to unzip my jeans as I grab the hem of her shirt and lift it over her head, exposing her big tits in a pink lace bra that barely contains them.
“You have a condom?”
“Yeah.” I smirk, and reach around her to the nightstand, pulling out a new box. Pam makes sure our rooms are always stocked. I rip the foil package open and sheath my cock, ready for some strange. I’ve had the same pussy for nearly three years. I’m due for a change. I pull her onto the bed with me, getting a taste of them big tits.
I finger her hair. “Red has always been my favorite color.”
Daisy giggles and slides down on my cock.
“Fuck yeah, ride me.” I smack her ass and she bounces on my thighs, rocking her hips.
“God you feel good,” she moans.
“Don’t talk,” I grit in her ear and nip at the delicate skin of the lobe with my teeth.
Chapter 6
Wylla Mae
Thirteen
My mom pokes her head through my door. “Did you text Andi’s mom ask if you could spend the weekend? Michael is taking me to Atlantic City, and you aren’t old enough to stay on your own. I know you’re a good kid, but I’m not comfortable with leaving you yet.”
“Yeah. Her mom said no. Her great aunt passed away or something, so they are going to a funeral in Ohio.”
“Shit. You got any other friends?”
“Not really.”
“What about Gracie?”
“Mom. She moved away like in third grade.”