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I pushed her back onto the bed and growled, “I want a taste of that pussy.” As my head disappeared into heaven’s gates.
CHAPTER TWENTY
THE CLUBHOUSE WASmuch quieter in the daytime.I found myself sitting around one of the tables in the corner with Brenda, Tillie, and Amy, the three of them laughing and swapping stories like we were in the middle of some secret club meeting. It was nice, and their easy banter was contagious.
Brenda leaned back in her chair, her sharp eyes twinkling as she pointed a finger at Tillie. “You got to get help for that squalling of yours. It’s scares the shit out of me at night thinkin’ a dog is being killed.”
Tillie, one of the sweet butts, with her signature bright red lipstick and a flirtatious grin that never left her face, shruggeddramatically, her long dark hair bouncing as she did. “I can’t help what happens during the moment, Brenda!”
Amy snorted, rolling her eyes. “How many moments do you have a night? You woke me up three times.”
Tillie winked. “Gotta live, sweetie. You’ll find out one day.”
We all laughed, the sound bouncing through the room as Brenda shook her head, giving Tillie a mock look of disapproval. “You’re gonna give us all a heart attack one night is what you’re gonna do.”
“Oh please,” Tillie shot back, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Hit Walmart for some earplugs.”
“I’ll buy you a muzzle instead,” Brenda quipped, her eyes flicking at me with a mischievous grin. “Speaking of men... How’s Bolt treatin’ you?”
I felt the heat rush to my cheeks, and I fumbled with my drink, trying to keep my cool. “He’s... good.”
Brenda’s grin widened. “That’s it? Honey, come on. That man’s been stuck on you like a wet t-shirt since you walked in here.”
Amy laughed, which she didn’t seem to do often. Her eyes carried a sadness that always seemed present. “Oh, come on, Fiona. Don’t hold out on us. We’ve seen the way he looks at you.”
Tillie leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Yeah, and let’s be honest—Bolt doesn’t exactly have a reputation for...lingering. You’ve got him wrapped around your finger, girl, own it.”
I laughed, shaking my head as I tried to dodge the attention. “I don’t know about that, but he makes me happy and we’re just... still getting to know each other.”
Brenda snorted, crossing her arms over her chest. “Getting to know each other, my ass. He’s been hovering around you like you’re the last drink at the bar.”
“Exactly!” Amy chimed in, nudging me with her elbow. “I mean, he’s always had that whole brooding, bad-boy, I can’t commit thing going on, but with you? He’s so different. You’re special to him and everyone can see it.”
I couldn’t help but smile, even though I could feel my face getting redder by the second. It wasn’t like I could deny it. He made me feel so special, but part of me was afraid to admit how happy I was for fear it would all disappear.
Brenda leaned forward, giving me a knowing look. “Don’t be afraid to move on and find someone who deserves you.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “Oh, trust me, I’m not.”
“Good,” Brenda said with a wink.
“I hope one day a man looks at me the way Bolt looks at you,” Amy said, sighing, her eyes going to Rune, who walked in and sat down at the bar, before darting back.
“How old are you?” I asked, giving her a curious look. All I knew about Amy was she was a runaway who Brenda took under her wing and protects.
“I’m almost nineteen,” she said, her eyes going to Rune again, and he glanced at her too, before quickly looking away.Interesting.
“I see where your mind is headed, young lady,” Brenda said, giving her a stern look. “He don’t go for the young ones and even if he wants you, he won’t go there. Not that I would allow it. You know the rules, finish your schoolin’ at that college and you make yourself a good life, away from this club.”
“I’m not thinking about him like that,” Amy insisted, running her fingers through her hair, her violet eyes even sadder if it was possible. “He just lets me help out with his garden and stuff. I don’t want a man, you know that.”
“You will have a man one day, sweetie, yourownman, who’ll heal you,” Brenda said firmly. “I won’t allow you to end up like me.”
I grasped Brenda’s hand and said, “Brenda, you’re perfect.”
“Perfectly lonely in that bed of mine,” she replied sadly. “You get old and men have no use for a used up old broad like me.”
“Stop that, Brenda!” Amy said forcefully. “That’s not true. Any man would be lucky to land you. You’re the kindest woman in the world.”