Wethering the Storm

Chapter EIGHT

I say we wrap it up for today; I don’t think we’re getting any more down.”
“Yeah,” Denny says through a yawn from behind his drum kit, stretching his arms over his head. “My head’s mashed now.”
“Bunch of pussies, you’ve got no f*cking stamina,” Tom pipes up, strumming his bass.
“You done?” I ask Smith.
Smith is the lead guitarist we brought on board as an unofficial replacement for Jonny. Jonny, my best friend and band member, who died in a car accident a year and a half ago.
“Yeah.” His eyes flick to the clock. “I need to get home anyway.”
“Home to the wifey,” Tom says, grinning. “I was gonna suggest we all go out for a beer.”
“No can do.” Smith unplugs his guitar from the amp and puts it in its stand. “My folks are down from Tennessee for a few days, and we’re taking them out for dinner.”
Tom shrugs, then turns to me and Denny. “What about you two f*ckers? You up for a drink?”
“Sure,” I say with a nod. “Just let me call Tru.” I pull my cell out of my back pocket.
“Are you calling for permission? You do realize that you are officially more p-ssy whipped than lover boy over there.” He nods in Denny’s direction.
“Yeah, but Simone is in London, so he’s not hard to beat. And no, I’m not calling for permission, f*ck-wad. It’s called being in a relationship.”
“I never thought I would see the day that Jake Wethers would be bending over for a woman.” Tom grins, putting his bass in its case.
“Love? man. It’ll get you one day,” Smith says.
“Not f*ckin’ likely!”
“Smith,” Denny says, “aside from the fact there is no woman stupid enough to want to settle down with Tom, do you really think we’ll ever see the day he’ll be satisfied with sticking his dick in one chick for the rest of his life?”
“Point taken.” Smith grins in Tom’s direction. “I take it back.”
“Damn f*ckin’ right! There’s more than enough of the cat to go around. Why deny all of those women the pleasure of Tom? I’m generous to a fault, and I share myself around accordingly. And since the snake took himself off the market, the demand on my cock has doubled. Someone’s gotta keep all the chicks happy now that he’s a one-woman man.” He grabs his crotch, grinning.
I let out a laugh. “You’re more than welcome to them, man.”
Tom pauses and looks at me like I’m some f*cking puzzle he can’t work out. “Seriously, dude. Tru must be an awesome lay to keep your interest for this long. That or the rack. It’s the rack, isn’t it? It’s gotta be the rack.” He puts his hands to his chest, sizing out a pair of tits. “I’ve never seen a pair that big that are actually real. They would seriously keep my attention for a long time. Not as long as you, but f*ck…do you just sit and stare at them all day? I seriously would.”
“You’re obsessed with tits!” Denny laughs, tapping his drum with the stick.
“I appreciate great tits, and Tru has great tits. I’m also enjoying winding up p-ssy f*cker over there.”
I’m taking it he’s referring to the scowl on my face. I give him a look and reach over to switch off the amps. “Keep talking about my girl’s rack like that, and you’ll need an expensive f*ckin’ dental surgeon after I’ve knocked all your teeth out.”
The motherf*cker winds me up to no end when he talks about Tru like that. He’s right—she has got great tits—but I don’t want him going on about them. He is the only one I would let get away with comments like that for this long. I’d have knocked anyone else out by now.
“Don’t get your panties all in a twist, I’m just yanking your chain.” Tom pats me on the shoulder. “Den, you up for that beer?”
“Got nothing better to do.” He climbs out from behind his kit.
“I’m out of here. Catch you f*ckers later,” Smith says, heading for the door. “Oh, Jake,” he adds, turning back, “my old lady asked if you and Tru want to go out for dinner after my folks leave on Friday.”
“Sounds good. I’ll check with Tru and let you know.”
“Cool, I’m outta here. Catch you all tomorrow.”
I’m real glad Smith’s wife suggested a night out. I know Tru is missing Simone, and I know she’d never say it, but she’s lonely for female company. I think she’d get on real well with Carly; she’s a cool chick.
“I’m gonna call Tru. I’ll meet you two idiots in the car in a few.”
I head out of the studio, walking toward my office, calling Tru as I go.
“Hey, baby,” she coos down the phone.
God, she sounds so f*cking sexy. I love her voice. Especially when it’s screaming out my name while I’m inside her.
“Hey, beautiful. Before I forget, Smith’s wife invited us out for dinner on Friday. You up for that?”
“Sounds like fun. I’m in. So when are you coming home?” She turns the sexy voice on, and I feel it all the way down to my cock. “I bought this tub of cookies-and-cream ice cream earlier, and I was thinking when you get home, we can take it to bed, and you could maybe…eat it off me. You can blindfold me again too, if you want.”
If I want. Is she serious? Right now, I want nothing more.
I groan in my pants. Walking into my office, I close the door behind me and readjust my cock. “F*ck, baby, you’ve made me hard.”
“That was kinda the point.” I can practically hear her salacious smile.
“Good job I’m alone, then.”
“That as well,” she says, giggling. “So how long will you be?”
Staring down at my hard-on, I’m torn between that and going out with the boys. I blow out a breath, letting my head fall back against the door, knowing Tom will never let me live it down if I blow them off to go home to my girl. “That’s why I was calling. I just said I’d go out with the boys for a beer.”
“Oh.”
I hear her disappointed tone loud and clear. It cuts me.
“If I don’t go, I’ll never hear the end of it from Tom,” I explain.
“It’s okay, baby, I understand. You should go out with the boys. I take up too much of your time as it is. I’m just disappointed I have to wait a little longer to see you is all.”
“I want you to take up all my time.”
I hear her breathing down the line. “Me too. Now go have fun with the guys. I’ll be here waiting for when you get back.”
“With the tub of ice cream?”
“Most definitely.”
I smile. “What will you do while I’m out?” I hate to think of her there, all alone.
“I might call Stuart, see if he’s free to watch a movie.”
“Call? He lives a f*cking stone’s throw from us, lazy-ass.”
She giggles. I f*cking love that sound.
“I’m lazy and proud of it! What can I say?”
“Say you love me.”
“I love you,” she breathes. And I feel it everywhere, almost like her pretty little hands are running all over me right now.
“Love you more.”
“Not possible.”
“No?” I smile. “I’ll show you later exactly how much I love you.”
A bang on the door frightens the shit out of me, and then Tom’s loud voice booms. “Come on, motherf*cker! Stop whispering sweet nothings to Tru and get your tardy ass out here and in the car. I’m f*ckin’ dying for a drink!”
Shaking my head, laughing, I say, “Gotta go, baby, the boys are waiting. I’ll see you later.”
I hang up with Tru, and when I get to the car, Tom and Denny are in the back waiting.
“Where to?” Dave asks, pulling out of the parking space.
I look over my shoulder at Tom and Denny.
“Déjà-f*ckin’-vu!” Tom grins.
“No f*ckin’ way, man! I’m not going to a strip joint. If Tru finds out, she’ll kick my ass.”
Tom rolls his eyes. “Okay, Crazy Girls.”
“I said no strip joints.”
“It’s not a strip joint. It’s a respectable establishment.”
“It’s a bikini bar.”
“Exactly. Tits and ass all covered. Tru can’t get pissed about that.”
“No way.” I shake my head.
“Stop being such a p-ssy!” Tom exclaims. “You do still have a dick in there, don’t you?” He nods in the direction of my pants.
“I’m with Jake on this one, man,” Denny chips in. “No strip joints or bikini bars,” he adds just as Tom opens his mouth to start up again. “Let’s just go to a normal club.”
“For f*ck’s sake! You’re a right pair of boring bastards! I expect this shit from him”—he jerks his head in Denny’s direction—“but you, man,” he says to me, “I’m disappointed, and also a little gutted. I’ve well and truly lost my wingman. I might as well be on f*ckin’ date night with Stuart, being with you two. Next thing you’ll say is let’s go to a gay bar because there’re no women there.”
“There’re usually more women in gay bars than normal bars,” Denny adds.
Tom’s eyes light up.
“No f*ckin’ way!” I cut him off before he can speak. “We are not going to a gay bar.”
Turning to Dave, I say, “Take us to Graphics.”


Dave pulls up outside Graphics and climbs out with us, giving the valet the keys to the car.
Graphics is a celeb haunt that used to be a favourite of ours. Especially Jonny. I have a lot of memories of this place.
Good and bad.
“Mr. Wethers, it’s been a while, good to see you again,” the host says as we approach the door. “You should have called ahead and we’d have secured your booth for you.”
“It was a last-minute thing.”
“Let me see what I can do for you.” He starts speaking quickly into his headset.
I hate this shit. It used to be cool when these idiots wanted to pander to me, but it got old, real fast. Now I wish I could hit a club without having to announce my arrival first, so that it doesn’t become some major f*cking issue if I don’t.
“Look, don’t sweat it,” I say, when I see him talking into the headset. “Just sit us anywhere. The boys and me just wanna have a quiet drink.”
He looks at me, unsure, then nods. “Okay, we have a table ready for you now, please follow me.”
We follow him through the club to the VIP section.
I nod to a few people I know as I pass through.
I slide into the booth, and the waitress is at our table a second later.
She’s all tits and ass. The outfits here leave little to the imagination. I forgot that.
I used to like this shit. Used to love seeing women wearing as little clothing as possible.
Now with Tru, I get just as turned on seeing her in a pair of jeans and T-shirt as I do those sexy miniskirts she wears.
She always looks hot to me.
I order a round of beers for us and settle back in my seat.
Tapping my fingers on the table, wishing I’d had a smoke before I came in here, I see Jase Collins heading toward our table.
Jase Collins. Small-timer in the music industry. Big-timer in the drug scene. And once upon a time, one of my regular dealers.
F*ck.
“Been a while,” he says, leaning up against our table.
“Not long enough,” I reply dryly.
He laughs.
Does he think I’m joking or something? F*cking idiot.
“Tom, Den.” He nods at them.
The best they offer back is a couple of grunts in his direction.
I have to suppress a smile. To say they don’t like him is putting it mildly. He’s a cocky little f*cker who once served his purpose of scoring the best coke around for me.
Not anymore.
Right now, I want this f*cker as far away from me as possible. Just knowing what he’ll have in his pocket is scratching at my skin like sharp f*cking needles.
I flick a glance in Dave’s direction. He’s at the bar, watching Jase like a hawk.
Meeting my eyes, Dave gives me a silent nod. If I need to get rid of him quick, Dave will see to it for me.
The waitress reappears with our beers. Stepping around Jase, she puts our drinks down for us.
“Thanks,” I say. I return my focus to Jase. “What can I do for you, Jase?” I ask, getting straight to the point. No sense beating around the bush, wasting my time on a piece of shit like him.
“Heard you’re getting married. Wanted to offer my congratulations.”
“Received, and thanks.”
He stares at me for a long moment, then, resting his hand on the back of the seat, leans over and says in my ear, “The boss is missing your business. I got some real good shit on me tonight that has your name written all over it.”
I push him away from me with a firm shove to his shoulder. “Not interested.”
“You sure about that?” He smiles. It’s a cocky smile. One that I want to wipe off his face.
“Never been more so. Now will you f*ck off? I’m trying to have a night out with my buddies.” I pick my beer up, tipping my head back. I drink it, but I don’t move my eyes from his.
“I saw a picture of your girl in the papers. Trudy Bennett, right? A real English beauty you got yourself there, Jake. I hear she’s living over here now.”
Slamming my beer down on the table, I stand up, the force shoving the table forward into Jase. Tom and Den are on their feet in an instant.
I see Dave moving toward us, but I put my hand out, telling him I got this.
“Don’t talk about her, motherf*cker. Your mouth is nowhere near clean enough to speak my girl’s name.”
“I meant no disrespect,” he says with a smirk, and steps back. “Just letting you know I think your girl is pretty. Real pretty.”
“I know exactly what you’re doing, motherf*cker. And I think you’ve forgotten who you’re talking to.” I round the table, squaring up to him. “You know what I’m capable of, so don’t f*ck with me,” I hiss in his face. “Forget you ever heard my girl’s name, let alone saw her face. You f*ckin’ read me?”
“Loud and clear.” He lifts his hands, backing off. “Like I said, I meant no disrespect, Jake. Enjoy your night.”
I watch him go, blending back into the crowd. My body is thrumming with absolute f*cking anger.
“You all right, man?” Denny asks as I sit back down.
I shake my head, taking a pull on my beer.
I’m smarting. Jase f*cking Collins, laying a threat near my girl. F*cking bastard. I’ll take his head off.
Tru. She’s at home alone.
I motion Dave over.
“Send Ben over to the house to watch Tru,” I say quietly to him.
“He threaten her?”
“No, just being a clever bastard. But I don’t take any chances where she’s concerned.”
“I’ll call Ben now, and I’ll call the house security to tell them to turn it up a notch.”
Taking my phone out, I’m ready to call her, but then I decide against it. I don’t want to frighten her.
“Let me know when Ben’s at the house,” I say to Dave before he walks off to make the call.
“Was that f*ck-wad laying a threat near Tru?” Tom asks me.
“No, just being a cocky f*cker.” Even as I say the words, I still feel twitchy as hell. I know his threat was empty, but it still makes me anxious.
“I hate that little shit. You should have kicked his ass years ago, man. Hell, you should kick his ass now.”
“He f*ckin’ mentions Tru one more time and I will. Motherf*cker,” I utter, taking another swig of my beer.
The downside of being an ex-user is knowing scum of the earth like Jase Collins.
I’m real glad Den and Tom never got mixed up in that shit. Even with the life we lead, and the people we’re around, they’ve managed to never touch drugs. They had the odd joint in college, sure, but they’ve never dabbled in the harder stuff. It’s especially amazing considering how much Jonny and I used to hit it.
I’m glad for it. I got too f*cked up on the stuff. I never want that for either of them.
They tried to intervene when I was at my low point, but back then I didn’t want anyone’s help except from the likes of scum like Jase Collins, who could provide me with exactly what I needed.
I never ever want to go back there.
I’m lucky Tom and Den stuck with me. Even more lucky that I have Tru back in my life.
Draining my beer and needing the buzz of more alcohol, I call the waitress over.
It’s a different waitress, I notice. Tits even bigger than the last one’s, and they’re about as fake as her blonde hair. I get a pretty close look as she leans over our table to clear the first round, practically sticking them in my face.
Ignoring her as best I can, I avert my eyes and say, “Bottle of Jack, and another round of beers.”
“I’ll be right back with your order, boys,” she says in a Southern drawl.
Leaning back, hands pressed flat on the table, coming to my eye level, she gives me a “f*ck me now” stare, pressing her red lips together. Then turning, making sure I get a good view of her ass, she slowly walks away.
“Now you’re f*ckin’ talking with the Jack, man!” Tom bangs his fist on the table, getting my attention. “You up for getting hammered?”
“Abso-f*cking-lutely.” I’m still feeling wired and twitchy after Jase Collins’s visit, and I need something to take the edge off.
There are only three things that can take the edge off for me—alcohol, cigarettes, and sex. Considering I currently can’t do two of them, I’m hitting the one I can do, hard.
The waitress returns and puts our drinks down on the table.
I let out a laugh at Tom, who’s staring down her top—if it can be called a top. It’s more like a piece of fabric covering her nipples.
He just shrugs and grins at me.
Before leaving she tucks her tray under her arm and runs her fingernails down my biceps in an intimate way.
It pisses me off. I give her a less-than-amused look.
She smiles, apparently not reading my look correctly, then blatantly focuses her stare on my cock, licking her lips, before leaving.
“I f*ckin’ love the outfits here,” Tom says, watching her as she walks away. “And the girls in them.”
“Outfits?” Denny laughs, gesturing at the belts as skirts and the half-cut tanks. “What f*ckin’ outfits?”
“Exactly.” Tom grins.
I used to think like Tom. It was one of the many reasons I would come here. The waitresses are always half-dressed, and most of them are as easy as f*ck.
They’re no different than groupies. They all want on a celeb’s cock in the hope it will lead to more for them. Get them out of those tanks and into designer threads, walking the red carpet.
The reality is less than that. Much less. Most of the guys who come here usually have a girl at home and are looking for an uncomplicated f*ck on the side. No strings attached.
It was the same for me, except I had no girl at home waiting for me back then.
If I wanted to get laid and high when I was in LA, Graphics was the best place to come.
Honestly, I don’t know what made me suggest coming here tonight.
“She’s after getting on your cock.” Tom nods in the direction of the blonde waitress who currently has her eyes pinned on our table. More specifically, pinned on me.
Picking my fresh beer up, I say, “She can want on it all she likes. Fact is, it’s not happening.”
“No?” Tom raises his eyebrow.
“No.”
“Gotta say, man, you’re being real faithful to Tru. I couldn’t do it.”
“That’s because you haven’t got her.”
When Tru first came back into my life, it wasn’t that I stopped wanting other women for fear of losing her. The simple fact is I stopped wanting anyone else full stop. I’m not interested in anyone but her. It was weird to me for a long time, but now it makes absolute sense.
She is all I want.
No one gets me like she does. And I love her like I never knew possible.
Sex became about love for me the first night Tru gave herself to me in that hotel room in Copenhagen. I don’t ever want to go back from that.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m still a guy. I know a hot piece of ass when I see it. The difference is, now I don’t want to tap it.
All I want to do tonight is have some drinks with the guys, then go home to Tru, climb in bed with her, wrap my arms tight around her, and kiss her until I can’t breathe.
That, and lick ice cream off that hot f*cking body of hers.
Of course, I’d never say any of this shit out loud. Tom would have my balls checked for me if I did.
Dave comes over to me. “All’s good. Ben’s at the house. Stuart’s there with her watching a movie. She’s fine. No need to worry.”
I feel myself relax. I was considering blowing the night off real soon, but she’d know something was wrong if I did. She’s as sharp as a tack. And to be honest, I just need to be out with the guys for a while.
I get my phone out and type a quick text to her while those two talk shit.

Can’t wait to see you later, beautiful. Keep that ice cream on chill ready for me. x

It beeps back a few seconds later:

That’s not all I’m keeping ready for you ;)

F*ck me. I tap out a response, smiling to myself:

You’re making me hard again.

Another text back:

Keep that ready for me and I’ll see to it later. x

I cast a quick glance at the guys, then reply:

I f*ckin love you, hard. x

She responds seconds later:

Love you too, baby. x

“Stop texting Tru, or I’m gonna throw your f*ckin’ cell out of the window,” Tom jokes.
“Okay.” I shove it back in my pocket.
“What’s Tru doing tonight?” Denny asks.
“Watching a movie at home with Stuart. She’s missing Simone and their nights out.”
“Simone was saying the other day how much she misses Tru. She’s trying to book a few weeks off work in a month or so to come for a visit. Don’t tell Tru, though. She wants to surprise her.”
“Won’t say a word.” I take another pull on my beer and realize it’s nearly empty. F*ck, these are going down easy.
I line up the glasses the waitress brought with the Jack and pour out three whiskeys.
As I’m pushing the glasses across the table, Tom says, “Been a while since we’ve all been out together like this.”
He sounds so f*cking nostalgic. I feel the instant hit of the empty seat in this booth.
Jonny.
“Yeah, it has been a while. Too long.” I stare down into my glass. “You remember how we used to be out every night when Jonny was still here?” I say, lifting my head.
Surprising myself as I say it, I realise saying his name doesn’t hurt as much as it used to. There was one point where I couldn’t even finish a sentence if his name was in it.
“Yeah.” Tom laughs lightly. “Jonny wouldn’t give us a f*ckin’ reprieve back then. He had us out every night, tapping ass and drinking hard liquor. That’s why we can all hold our drink so well now. Taught by the best.”
“You still can’t hold your liquor.” Denny laughs at him.
“F*ck you! I could drink you under the table any night of the f*ckin’ week!”
“Bring it on,” Denny challenges.
“You are so f*ckin’ on.” Tom waves the blonde waitress over.
Here we go.
“Can we have three Flaming Sambucas, sugar, and a line of tequilas, and keep ’em coming ’til I say stop,” Tom orders.
“Sure thing, darlin’. Anything else I can get you?” She turns to me, leans over, puts her hand on my shoulder, and says into my ear, “Maybe me, again?”
Again? Shit, have I f*cked her before?
I give her face a quick glance. No recollection whatsoever.
I don’t know whether to be relieved or shit scared at that realization.
Truth is, I don’t think I would recognize near to half of the women I’ve screwed.
To remember I would’ve had to have cared, and I never cared.
One in, one out. Those girls were just nameless faces.
Until Tru.
She changed everything. She changed me.
“Sorry,” I say, ducking my shoulder out from under her hand. “If it’s a quick f*ck you’re looking for, I’m not your guy. I’m getting married.”
“So I heard.” She runs her tongue over her lower lip, then tugs her lip between her teeth. “But you’re not married yet, Jake, so technically you’re still single, and I’m more than willing to get you off real good without a word to your girl. Right now, I want you to come with me on my break, and I’ll put my mouth to real good use. A little reminder of what I can do.” Moving closer again, she whispers in my ear, “I’ll blow you so good, honey, you won’t ever want me to stop.”
Nothing. Not even a twitch in my dick.
Before Tru, I wouldn’t have hesitated. I’d have pushed her under the table and gotten her to blow me right here.
Right now all I want to do is laugh.
Struggling not to be a bastard and hurt this chick’s feelings, even though I’m really tempted to tell her she can’t have been that f*cking memorable the first time around, I laugh and say, “I’m far from single, honey. My girl gets me off just fine. More than fine, she’s f*ckin’ amazing. You’re not a patch on her—no offense. You wanna get laid, you’re gonna have to look elsewhere. Like I said before, I’m not your guy.”
Her gaze practically burns a hole in me.
Okay, so maybe I wasn’t as kind as I could have been.
“Hey, sugar, if you’re up for a f*ck, I’ll happily step in where he’s lacking,” Tom says, catching her attention.
She pulls herself away from me and focuses in on Tom.
I nearly breathe a sigh of relief to have her and her cheap perfume out of my face.
“Bound and chained Jake is, but I’m as free as a bird,” Tom says.
“Tom Carter, right?” she says, straightening up, pushing her chest out.
“The one and only.”
“I’ve heard great things about you.” She shifts her gaze downward on him. “A few of the girls have been to your place, right?”
“Right.” He grins.
“I’m taking my break now.” She tilts her head for him to follow her.
“Boys, I’ll be back in half an hour.”
Tom gets up and grabs the waitress by the hand. I watch him lead her off through the crowd.
I shake my head, laughing.
“Skank,” as Tru would say.
At least Tom’s getting his rocks off for a few. I’d say he has no shame, but then, there was a time I would have done exactly the same. And really, I should thank him for taking her heat-seeking-missile gaze from me and focusing it straight onto him.
“Ah shit, Tom’s just f*cked off to the bathroom with our easy access to shots,” Denny complains.
“We’ve got the Jack,” I say, picking it up. I pour Denny another, then myself.
“So you off to London in a few days?”
“Yeah, and I can’t f*ckin’ wait.” Denny leans back against the seat, resting his head on the top as he takes a drink. “Feels like it’s been f*ckin’ ages since I last saw Simone. Well, it has been f*ckin’ ages,” he adds.
“I don’t know how you do it, man. I couldn’t be away from Tru like you are with Simone. Just a night away from her does my head in.”
I can talk to Denny like this and know he won’t bust my nuts because he knows where I’m coming from. Tom, on the other hand, will never understand.
“It’s hard f*ckin’ going,” he says. “But it’s just the way things have to be at the moment. Her work’s there and mine is here.”
“Couldn’t she get a transfer out here?”
“Nah.” He shakes his head. “Her company doesn’t have an office out here. It would mean her having to get a new job, and I know how much she loves working at that place.”
“You want her to move out here, though?”
He takes another long drink, then, leaning forward, puts it on the table. He cups the glass in his hands, swirling it around.
“Yeah, I do.”
“So tell her.” I pour more whiskey into my glass and gesture to Denny.
He moves his hands, allowing me to pour it in.
“I told Tru how I felt, asked her to move in with me, and she did. You’ve got nothing to lose by asking Simone.”
“I guess.” He shrugs. “I’ll talk to her about it when I see her.” He throws his drink back in one. “F*ck this, I’m getting hammered.” He gestures for a waitress and puts in another order of shots for us. “Hey, what happened at that club the other night? Zane said you knocked some dude on his ass.”
“Some dickhead who Tru knew from London had his hands all over her, so I knocked him on his ass. Wish I’d done a lot more, to be honest.”
Like broken his f*cking nose. Motherf*cker filed an assault charge just like I knew he would. Then I got served from his lawyer.
I just gave my lawyer the nod to pay him off. I can do without the hassle of little f*ck-wads like him. Honestly, to keep his hands off Tru, it’s worth every cent.
“Sounds like he deserved it,” Denny muses.
“Too f*ckin’ right he did.”
Denny and I have just knocked back our first round of tequila shots when Tom reappears at our table.
“Dude, that was quick,” I say as he lands back in his seat. “Fifteen minutes—must be a f*ckin’ record for you.”
“It was long enough. Just a quick blow job; then I banged her, and I was more than ready to come by that point. Not the best blow job ever, or f*ck, for that matter. She’s been rode too many times, so I just visualised f*cking Maxine Halliday and I was coming in no time.”
“Maxine Halliday from college?” I ask, grinning.
She was hot as f*ck, and one girl I never nailed. That was only because Tom was f*cking her. We didn’t share back then.
Not that I share now. No one touches my girl but me.
“The very one. Man, you remember her? She was hot as sin. I screwed her all over campus. I even fingered her during a lecture once, had her coming all over my hand.”
“Thanks for the visuals,” Denny says.
“You’re very welcome.” Tom pats him on the shoulder. “And go easy on me. I was taking one for the team, banging that waitress. She wasn’t gonna let up on Jake, so I diverted her attention from his cock to mine. And you can thank me now.” Tom looks in my direction. “I call it a bottle of the most expensive champagne they have here, and I’m being generous at that.”
“You want me to buy you an expensive bottle of champagne for f*cking some cheap waitress in the bathroom?”
“Absolutely,” he says, grinning.
I shake my head, laughing. I’ve known this guy nearly ten years, and even now, he still never ceases to surprise me.
“I don’t know how you do it,” Denny says.
“Den, has it been that long since your dick saw action that you’ve forgotten how to use it?” Tom takes a slug of his whiskey. “Do I have to get that waitress I just banged over here to teach you the basics?”
“You do remember I have a girlfriend? Anyway, you just said that waitress wasn’t even that great. What the hell’s she gonna teach me?”
“Ah, she wasn’t bad. I’ve had worse. And dude, you’re in a long-distance relationship. Your dick needs daily action, and not just from your hand. Let me get that chick…” Denny stops Tom’s waving hand, the one trying to get the waitress’s attention.
“Seriously, man, sloppy seconds are not my thing.” Denny shakes his head, grinning at him. “And I’m pretty sure she’s had her fill from you.”
“She did. Best f*ck of her life.” He gives a self-satisfied grin. “Even if it was just mediocre for me.”
“She had the time of her life in fifteen minutes?” I raise my eyebrow, picking up my tequila.
“Yep. My dick has magical powers.”
“Maybe you should get ‘Rub the Lamp’ tattooed above your dick.” Denny grins, throwing back his second shot.
Tom’s face lights up.
I’ve seen that look before. The last time Tom looked like that, I ended up in bed with three strippers.
“I was kidding!” Denny raises a protesting hand.
“That’s probably the best idea you’ve had since you suggested I get my tongue pierced.”
“I was kidding then as well!”
“No, that was a f*ckin’ brilliant idea, Den! The women love it, especially when I’m giving them head. Right, I’m definitely on for this tattoo. Come on, we’ll blow this place, find a tattoo joint, get inked, and then hit another club.” Tom picks up his two sitting tequila shots and downs them, slamming the glasses on the table.
I throw mine back.
“I’m not getting another tattoo done,” Denny says, getting to his feet.
“Come on, man,” I say, throwing my arm around his shoulder. “I’m up for getting one done.”
“You’re getting another?”
“Yep.”
And I know just exactly what I’m having done.
Standing, I throw a couple of hundreds down on the table to cover the bill and tip, gesturing for Dave to let him know we’re leaving. I pick up the bottle of Jack to take with us.
We load into the car. “Where to?” Dave asks me.
“Shamrock’s.”
“We’re getting inked,” Tom says from the back. “I’m getting ‘Rub the Lamp’ above my cock.”
Dave gives me a raised eyebrow.
“Don’t ask,” I say, shaking my head, laughing.
“Wasn’t gonna.” Dave pulls out into traffic, heading for Sunset Boulevard.


“Ah f*ck! My jeans keep rubbing against it. It’s hurting like a motherf*cker!”
“You should learn to wear underwear, then, f*ck-face,” Denny replies. Tom is in the backseat, rearranging his pants around his new tattoo.
“No f*ckin’ way! I’m not caging the beast up. I might take my jeans off.” He reaches to undo them.
“Don’t you f*ckin’ dare!” Denny yells. “I’m not sitting back here with you bare-assed!”
“But I’m in pain,” Tom moans.
“Tough. You are not getting your cock out while you’re back here with me.”
“Stop being ridiculous. It’s not like I’m gonna try and f*ck you. Not unless you ask nicely.” He laughs.
“Can we swap seats?” Den asks me.
“No f*cking way! He’s all yours. I still can’t believe you got that tattooed above your dick,” I say to Tom. “You’re officially a f*ckin’ idiot, you know that?”
“Nah, the women will love it!” He grins. “Anyway, soft cock, why won’t you let us see your tattoo?”
“Because it’s not meant for your eyes, f*ck-wad.”
“Ah f*ck! You didn’t get ‘Tru’s bitch’ tattooed on yourself, did ya?”
Denny snorts.
“No, I f*ckin’ didn’t.” Even I can hear the defensiveness in my tone.
“You so f*ckin’ did!” Tom says, leaning forward. “You got yourself branded with your chick’s name.”
“Did you really?” Denny says, joining him.
“Might have,” I say with a shrug.
“There is officially no f*ckin’ hope for you.” Tom sighs, falling back against his seat, opening his pants to reveal the gauze covering his tattoo. He takes a drink of the last remaining Jack from the bottle. We drank most of it in the shop. “You are officially turning into a woman. Next thing I’ll hear, you’ll be baking.”
“F*ck off! Just ’cause I got my girl’s name tattooed on me, doesn’t mean I’m whipped. I just kinda love her.”
I’m officially hammered if I’m admitting shit like this to Tom.
“Oh God. Hold my hair back, Den, while I hurl.” Tom sticks his fingers in his mouth and rubs his shaved head with his other hand.
Even I can’t not laugh.
“Cut him some slack. We all have to grow up one day and fall in love, Tom.”
“Not me. I’ll be riding a different p-ssy every night of the week ’til the day I die.”
“One of them will catch you soon, man, and then you won’t know what f*ckin’ hit you,” Denny says.
He’s right about that. Except Tru caught me a long time ago. I just wasted too much time screwing around before I tried to get her back.
“Where to now?” Tom asks.
“Home.”
“F*ck, that! It’s still early, and I need more alcohol to numb the pain of my tattoo and the fact that both my boys are whipped good and proper.”
Looking at Dave, I say, “Take us to the next decent bar you see.”


I let myself in, trying to be quiet so as not to wake Tru. The house is in complete darkness.
Staggering around, I make for our bedroom, pulling my T-shirt off as I do, careful of my new tattoo. Tossing the shirt aside, I stumble into our bedroom, trying hard not to make a sound. When I see my girl asleep in bed, she stops me in my tracks.
She’s wearing a satin nightgown, the pale pink one that I like with the lace on the hem. She’s got the sheets kicked back, and the nightgown has ridden up her thighs.
She’s so f*cking beautiful. And she looks so very f*cking sexy.
Her hair is all mussed up, spread across the pillow. Inch upon inch of her soft olive skin on show, just waiting for me.
My dick instantly hardens.
I need to taste her. Be inside her. I hate to wake her, but not enough that I’m not going to. I’ve got a raging hard-on the size of Texas, and it’s going nowhere until my girl has seen to it.
She loves midnight sex, and she has been really horny lately. Even more so than normal. Not that I’m complaining. When Tru is eager for the snake, you’ll hear no complaints from me.
Shucking out of my jeans and boxers, I kick them aside and climb up the foot of the bed.
Starting at her ankle, I run my hand up her smooth skin and keep going until I reach her thigh.
Stirring, she groans and rolls onto her back. “Hey, baby,” she says, sounding sleepy.
My dick gets even harder at the sound of her voice.
She f*cking owns me, completely.
“Hey,” I reply, kissing her shoulder, grazing my teeth over her skin, my hand still moving higher.
“You have a good night?” she murmurs, but I can hear the sex in her voice. She’s so f*cking responsive, and always so ready for me.
“Hmm,” I reply.
My fingers find her p-ssy, wet and waiting. No panties. God, she is so f*cking hot.
“And it just got a whole lot better,” I whisper in her ear.
She sucks in a breath when my finger rubs over her *.
I push a finger inside her while I keep working on her swollen bud.
She’s so tight. The way she clenches around my finger, I know she’s desperate to be f*cked by me. About as desperate as I am to f*ck her.
“I missed you,” she whispers, her hand reaching for my cock.
“Shit.” I wince when her fingers graze over my stomach, catching the gauze.
“What’s that?” she asks, sounding worried. Sitting up, she turns the bedside lamp on.
Her eyes hit my stomach. “What the hell happened?” Her eyes are wide. “Did you get into a fight? Jesus Christ, Jake.” She leans in closer to look at it, her fingers reaching, wanting to touch.
“No, baby, it’s nothing like that. Don’t worry.”
F*ck, I feel really nervous now. What if she thinks I’m a dumb f*ck for getting it done?
Raising her eyebrow, she says, “You have gauze covering your stomach and you’re telling me not to worry?”
“I got a tattoo.” I smile awkwardly.
“You did?” She looks confused. “You never said you were thinking of getting another one done.”
I shrug. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while as a surprise for you. Getting it done tonight was more of a spur-of-the-moment thing.”
“You got a tattoo, drunk?” She raises her eyebrows.
God, she looks so f*cking sexy right now. Hair all tousled, falling over her shoulders. The strap on her nightgown hangs low, her tits nearly falling out of it, practically begging me to release and suck on them.
I’m just about to throw her down and screw her senseless, tattoo forgotten, when she says, “Can I see it?”
I hesitate.
She glances up at me.
“Are you blushing, Jake Wethers?” She touches my cheek with her fingers.
“No,” I say, defensive.
I so totally f*cking am. My face is as red as a f*cking beet. Jesus Christ! What does she do to me?
“Why don’t you want to show me it?” she asks softly.
“I do. I just…look, I know I should have probably spoken to you about it before, but it just seemed like a good idea at the time.”
“Jake?”
“Yeah?”
“Will you stop talking and just show me the bloody tattoo? I’m all intrigued now.”
Sucking in a breath, I take the corner of the gauze and lift it. I peel it back, revealing the tattoo.
I hear her sharp intake of breath, and I risk a glance at her face.
Her hand is covering her mouth, her eyes wide, as she lets out a small laugh. “You had my name tattooed on you?”
“Kinda,” I say, scrunching my face, looking down at it.
Tru Love

It’s across my stomach in arched script. God, I’m such a lame f*cker.
“You hate it. It’s lame, I know.”
“No.” She cups her hands around my face. “I love it. I love you. Jake Wethers, you are the sweetest man I’ve ever known.”
“I don’t want to be sweet,” I groan. “I want to be hard and hot.”
“Oh, you’re definitely those too.”
She kisses me, gentle at first, and then her kisses deepen. I part my lips, and her sexy little tongue slips into my mouth.
I grab a handful of her hair, holding her to me, and meet her tongue with mine, stroking it.
“Can you still…fool around?” she says into my mouth.
“Sweetheart.” I grab her ass, hard. “It’ll take more than a tattoo to stop me from getting inside you. Death, maybe.”
She giggles in my mouth, which pulses all the way down to my dick, and it throbs in response.
“I suppose I should go on top. Can’t have you in pain, can I?”
I stare down at her. She’s biting those sexy plump lips of hers, and I have the urge to bite them myself—and a whole lot more. Then she pushes me down on the bed and straddles my hips.
I feel her wet p-ssy against my dick, and it feels so f*cking good. She shifts, and starts to move up and down against it, creating friction, rubbing her sweet self all over me.
“Jesus Christ,” I groan. “You are so f*ckin’ sexy. You keep doing that and I’m gonna shoot my load any second.”
“Can’t have that,” she says, slowing. “You want me to get that ice cream?”
“Later, baby.” I’m practically salivating. “Right now I just need to be inside you.”
Smiling that sexy smile of hers, she rises up on her knees. Taking hold of my dick, she positions it at the head of her entrance.
She slides down onto me with a gentle moan, and I swear to God, I enter a state of nirvana for a moment.
I’ve never felt anything like her before. I’ll never get used to how f*cking amazing she feels around me. She was made to fit me.
I stare up at her, watching as she pulls her nightgown off over her head, her long hair loose down her body, looking so f*cking incredibly beautiful, and I wonder how the f*ck I got so lucky.
She’s the girl of my dreams, and more.
Glancing down, she looks at my tattoo and grins. “Tru love, eh?”
“Damn f*cking right,” I growl. “Now love my cock, will you, sweetheart, before I die a death here?”
Grinning, she rises up on her knees, then slowly slides back down my length.
“You know I like to play slow, but right now, I need you to ride me good and hard, because you look way too f*ckin’ hot up there to hold out.”
She looks for somewhere to rest her hands for support, so I offer her my hands.
Lacing our fingers together, my girl starts to move up and down, riding my cock fast, and I’m so close to coming it’s ridiculous, but I need to get her off first.
Freeing a hand from hers, she drops it down onto my chest and keeps going.
Putting two fingers together, I offer them to her mouth. She puts her pretty little mouth around them, sucking them, and then I move them to her * and start working her up more.
She must be as turned on as I am, because it’s less than a minute later when I feel her start to tighten around my dick. Then she’s crying out in a string of Spanish, and I’m a f*cking goner.
I come inside her, hot and hard, spurting everything I have, while she tightens around my dick, squeezing it.
When she’s done, she falls forward, head on my chest, but keeps her back arched up, keeping her stomach from touching my tattoo.
After a moment, she moves off me, and my dick slips out, falling heavy against my stomach.
F*ck, I needed her.
Tru reaches over and turns the lamp off, and then snuggles up to my side.
I put my arms around her, pulling her closer. I stroke her back.
Pressing a kiss to my chest, she says, “I can’t believe you had ‘Tru Love’ tattooed on your stomach.”
“Could be worse,” I say. “Tom got ‘Rub the Lamp’ tattooed just above his dick.”
She sputters out a laugh, tilting her head to look up at me. “You’re kidding?”
“Nope. I just wish I was there tomorrow morning to see his reaction when he wakes up and sees it sober.”
“What about Denny? What did he get?”
“He wimped out.”
“So how come you got a sensible one done?”
“Because unlike Tom, I can handle my drink, baby.”
She rests her head back down on my shoulder, fingers tracing close to the tattoo, and whispers, “I love it, Jake.”
“I love you, baby.”
More than you’ll ever f*cking know.