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|Without Me(Men of Inked #7) by Chelle Bliss|
Nita and Malia both started to laugh.
My eyes shot back to Max. It couldn’t be. There was no way a creature as beautiful as her hadn’t been touched in years. No fucking way. Everybody needs that connection eventually.
Max swiveled on her stool and glared at the girls. Fuck. If looks could kill, they’d both be dead. Yikes, she gave a scary damn look. Scarier than any face I’d ever seen Izzy give me.
“You two bitches need to shut the fuck up. You know that shit isn’t true.”
I kept my eyes pinned to her, but she didn’t look at me. “It can’t be true,” I whispered.
“It is,” Nita whispered. She gave me sad eyes when she spoke. Even if she was yanking Max’s chain, I could see she felt bad for her.
Nothing made sense. I couldn’t see anything wrong with her. What the hell had I missed? In all honesty, she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes on. And hell, my eyes had seen their fair share. Her body was smoking, with curvy hips, a lavish ass, tits that were more than a handful, flawless mocha skin, and straight black hair that grazed her ass when she walked.
I knew I was a superficial fuckwad, but I did have a dick. Looks were the first thing I noticed on a woman.
Maybe she had some nasty habit or was secretly a freak, and not the good kind. Either that or she was a nun in disguise. There was no way she wasn’t getting banged or at least being offered to be fucked all the time. I couldn’t have been the only one who wanted to taste her. God, did I fucking want to taste her.
“Sir,” a male voice said, interrupting my thoughts as I stared at Max.
I shook my head, breaking myself from the trance. A tall and very burly man walked between Max and me and stood behind Nita.
“You’re going to have to put your shirt back on. We have a strict nudity policy, and it’s becoming a disturbance.”
I knew my face was something like “what the fuck” as I started to scan the room. Sets of eyes throughout the club were on me, watching as I gave two out of the three females a skin show. I wasn’t nude, but gay or not, I’d end up hurting tomorrow if I fought the guy over a shirt.
“Not a problem. I’m sorry, man,” I said as I began to lift the shirt over my head. Then I caught a glimpse of Max laughing behind the bouncer and sighed. It hadn’t gone exactly as I had planned when I’d decided to bare my body to her.
The one thing about me, though, was that I never gave up.
“You’re such a buzzkill, Donovan. I swear. Finally, a hot straight man is in this place and you want him to put his clothes on,” Malia whined as she walked passed me and bumped into Donovan.
He stood stock-still, unaffected by the contact. “Sorry, darling. Rules are rules.” He shrugged.
As I slid my T-shirt on, I heard a series of groans and boos in the club. Malia and Nita weren’t the only ones upset that I was asked to cover up. I bowed and blew kisses to the crowd. Fuck, I’d take any catcall—even those from other men.
“You’re a hit, Anthony,” Malia declared as she clapped her hands.
As I stood beside Max, I said, “I wonder what they’d do if I showed them my most impressive asset?”
Instead, she gawked at me. I thrust my crotch in her direction, which caught her attention before her mouth snapped closed.
“You’re an asshole and a pig,” Max muttered as she ran her hands down her face.
“I caught ya lookin’. You know you want to see it too.” I gave her my “I want to fuck you” smirk, knowing my dimple most likely was showing. It was my lady-killer, and it had caused more squeals over the years than a slice of chocolate cake.
“I do. I do,” Nita interrupted as she raised her hand and waved it in the air.
“Nita, really. Can’t you see the way he looks at Max?” Malia elbowed Nita in the side.
I kept staring at Max. I heard Nita and Malia as they spoke, but paid them no attention. She eyeballed me as I continued to smirk at her while running my tongue along my lips. If I hadn’t known better, I’d swear a corner of her mouth twitched.
“Another drink?” I asked, figuring the only way I’d get into her bed, besides with my charm, was with lots of liquor. It needed to be enough to get her to drop her guard—or to at least find a kink in her armor.
Her face remained impartial as she replied, “Sure.”
Victory was mine.
I felt it, and I sure as fuck wanted to taste it—taste her—tonight.
“I’ll be right back.” I headed down to the other end of the bar, unwilling to wait for the bartender. “Hey,” I said to him as he reached into the beer cooler and glanced up at me.
“What can I get you, man?” He smiled as his eyes raked over my body.
“Another round for the ladies and me, please.” I reached into my back pocket and slid thirty dollars across the bar.
“Coming right up.” Giving me a quick nod, he pulled the money toward him.
I stood there for a moment, watching the girls as they chatted. They kept glancing at me as Nita and Malia stood in front of Max. It looked like they were lecturing her. Hands and arms waved between Max and me as they talked. Ready to rescue Max, I raced to her side.
“Ladies, drinks are on their way,” I interrupted, peering down at Max. “Want to dance?” I’d have used any excuse to get close to her, to feel her on me, even if it was only on the dance floor.
“Yes,” she sighed as she rose to her feet and snarled at Nita and Malia.