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Stud

I watch Gianna sucking on one of the cherries from her jar of moonshine. She’s pretty for a smartass. “So Chaser said you’re his sister. What’s your story?”

“Half and there’s no story.”

“Fair enough.” I pour another shot and round the bar to take up the stool next to her. The minute I sit down she squirms to put some distance between us but fails. “You got a problem with me?”

“What?” she clips.

“I said you got a problem with me or is it men or bikers in general? ”

“Did you not hear the part earlier where I said I don’t want to talk about it?”

“Whoever he is dude is an idiot.”

“Nah that’s me. I’m the dumbass who thought…never mind what I thought.”

“What’s that mean?”

“Nothing.” She shakes her head slightly, tips the jar to her lips, and glugs the corn liquor so fast I’m sure she’ll be praying to the porcelain throne soon enough if she doesn’t slow down.

“Doesn’t sound like nothing to me.”

“Well it is.”

“Stud,” Dutch’s voice booms from across the bar.

“Don’t go anywhere,” I warn Gianna.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” She rolls her eyes and sucks down the rest of her drink .

When I get within earshot of Dutch, he starts in. “Who’s the broad?”

“Chaser’s sister. Clipped a buck and put her car in the ditch. Gotta go back after it in the morning.”

“Right. Give me the keys to the truck. You got your hands full. Ace and I’ll get the car. We ain’t got shit else to do. Darlene is in one of her moods, and I ain’t sleeping on the couch again.”

I shake my head and toss him the keys. “It’s fuckin’ slicker than snot out there, man. Car is about a mile past the turn off for Lick Branch.”

“Better get her upstairs before she falls off that stool.” he chuckles.

I take a quick look back at Gianna and she’s leaning to the left. I go back to the bar to grab my jacket and my sassy pants wearing firecracker .

Gianna massages her temples. “Didn’t you say there’d be a bed?” She glances at me then fishes another cherry out of her glass and pops it between her lips.

“Right. Follow me.” I knock back my shot and watch as she nearly drops like a sack of potatoes the second her ass leaves the stool.

“Easy.” I steady her then lift, seating her on the bar. I turn my back to her. “Come on up you go.” Gianna wraps her arms around my shoulders and her legs around my waist. My hands go right to her ass and I carry her upstairs to my room.

When I open the door, Maxi is sprawled out naked on my bed waiting for me. She licks her lips. “Took you long enough.”

Gianna pops her head over my shoulder, her cherry breath fanning over my lips. “He was busy, gee. Cut my pal Stud here a break why don’t you? ”

“You didn’t mention a threesome.” Maxi glares at me.

“Get dressed and get gone. Plans changed.”

Her mouth drops. “What?”

“You heard me. Bounce.”

“Fuck you, Stud.” She rolls from the bed tagging her clothes off the floor as she stomps past us and out the door behind us.

“I’ll find you something to sleep in, lightweight.” I drop Gianna on the bed. “Unless you want to sleep naked.”

“You want that you best follow your fuck buddy down the hall.” She flops back on the pillows. I go rooting around in my drawers. I pull out a flannel and a pair of sweatpants that should keep her warm. The heat works decently but there’s a draft by the window .

“Bathroom is down the hall if you need it,” I tell her and toss the clothes on the foot of the bed.

Gianna sits up, her face turning ashen. “When did the room start spinning?”

“Fuck, sassy pants, don’t puke in my bed.” I rush over with a small trash can I keep by the Tv stand.

She waves the trash can away. “Men are shit.”

“Breakup with your boyfriend?”

“Nope. I saw my ex-boyfriend. Well I can’t even call him that because I dated him when I was sixteen.

He came into my work and was flirting with me while his bitch was in the bathroom.

I’m not saying she’s a bitch because they’re together.

I’m only saying she’s a bitch because when I was in high school, she was a C-U-Next-Tuesday. ” A hiccup bubbles in her throat .

“A what?”

She leans back on her elbows. Her gaze settles on my face. “A cunt,” she says the word so softly I barely hear her.

“You’re drunk.”

“For a guy with two heads you’re kinda hot.”

“Not sure if that’s a compliment or not, but I’ll take it.”

I chuckle and then she passes out faster than I thought could be possible, so I grab my leather shave bag that has all my shit in it.

My cell buzzing interrupts my plan to go brush my teeth.

“Lo,” I answer quietly so I don’t disturb my sleeping beauty.

“Hey, man. It’s Chaser. Everything okay with Gianna? ”

“Fuck. I meant to call you. I grabbed her and Dutch and Ace are going after her car.”

“She with you?”

“Yeah. Brought her to The Roadhouse for the night. Put her in my bed, and don’t worry I’ll keep my hands to myself, man”

“Good looking out.”

“Anytime. Listen, I’d put her on but she’s a bit intoxicated and passed out soon as her head hit the pillow.”

“She was drinking and driving. God damn that doesn’t sound like her.”

“No. I gave her some moonshine.”

“Shit. My sister never drinks.”

“Yeah found that out now. She’s a damn lightweight, but don’t worry I’ll look after her. Though she did mention something about an ex of her giving her a hard time. Dude she dated in high school. ”

“Fucking Jesse,” he mutters.

“This guy bad news?”

“Yup. You know the dumbfuck. Jesse Lancaster.”

“Hell. You think he’s going to be a problem?”

“Not sure. I got to get back to work. Thanks again for looking after my sister.”

I look at Gianna laying in my bed. Pretty light brown hair with streaks of blonde going through it.

Thick dark lashes framing her eyes. Perfect bow shaped lips that appear softer than velvet.

Curves in all the right places. “It’s not a hardship,” I mutter, then add, “later.” The call drops, and I go brush my teeth and get ready for some shuteye.

When I get back from the bathroom Gianna is sitting half up on the bed struggling to pull her shirt over her head but it’s getting stuck on a clip in her hair.

Fuck me she has a great set of tits popping out of them black lace triangles.

“Let me help you before you hurt yourself.” I drop a knee to the mattress and grab the shirt from both sides, yanking it over her head in one swoop. The scent of grease and pepperoni hits me. “You smell like a pizza.”

“Don’t talk about food right now.” she groans.

“Noted. Can you handle your pants, or you need me to take care of them too?”

Her eyes dart around the room clouding with confusion. “My pants?” She glances at her lap then back to me then grins. “Every girl wants a hot dude to take off her pants.”

“You keep calling me hot and I’m gonna think you might like me. ”

“As if. Dudes are pigs but tonight you get a free pass because you came to my rescue.”

“That so.”

“Mhmm.” She licks her lips, and I blow out breath.

“You’re drunk.” I undo the top button on her pants, then slide the zipper down. “Lift your hips, princess.”

A scowl moves over her face. “Don’t call me that.”

I don’t reply except to tap her hip. Her body shifts and I drag the dark material down her thighs, revealing the black lace twin to her bra.

“Jesus, you come wrapped in a sexy package, sweetheart. Too bad you’re too drunk for me to appreciate it.” I finish tugging her pants down her calves and glance up when I hear that she’s back to snoring. “Figures,” I mumble to myself .

I could go find Maxi to finish what we had started earlier, but I quite enjoy the company of the sassy little thing in my bed much better.