“That sounds good. I’ll clean up and put things away and catch up with you in a few.”
The rest of the evening with the parents went by uneventfully. No more badgering me about Lillie, and it was actually what I needed. It had been quite some time since the four of us have spent any time together, and for the first time, since I was a child, I was able to put my issues with my fathers behind me. The game was a good one and we were able to connect on a new level. Beer was drunk, cheers went up when our team did well, and curses were heard all around when the opposing team took the lead. By the end of the game, my mother retired, and my fathers and I stayed up to the wee hours of the morning playing cutthroat pool. At some point, the old reserves of Kentucky Bourbon were opened and before I knew it the three of us had gone through two bottles of aged Maker’s Mark. By four in the morning, the three of us were done. Both my fathers went to crawl in bed with my mother.
It left me time to reflect. So I went out to the dock to sit in the Adirondack chair out there with what was left of the bourbon. Evidently, I fell asleep out on the dock. I woke with a pounding headache, clutching an empty Maker’s Mark bottle. How pathetic. I hear the call of geese and squint to see that a family of waterfowl is paddling in the tranquil waters of the lake around me. For the love of Lucifer, how much alcohol did I drink last night? And still, the first thing I think of is what is she doing right now. I’m so in over my head that I can’t admit it.
The sun is coming up behind me in the eastern sky and there is movement in my cabin. I stagger to my feet and slowly make my way back inside, wondering what the hell I did with my teeshirt. As I stumble inside my fathers approach and say, “Drink this, it will help.” They hand me a concoction of unknown origin and I gulp down the foul looking drink. It tastes of a combination of tomato juice, pickle juice, tabasco, and quite possibly vodka, and who knows what else. All I know is that it tastes like tar.
“So, Daxell, we’re heading out in a few hours. What are your plans?”
Grimacing, I wince as my hangover all but clobbers my head, “I have to close up the house, and then I’ll go to meet up with LJ.”
My mother squeals and I wince, before saying, “Mother, she’ll have to work for it. This is not me giving in to her every whim. She will need to prove that she can handle everything that I will bring her way.”
“Oh, my sweet son, do not underestimate this young woman.”
Alittle more than nine hours later, I arrive at Tarron’s Tavern, feeling a little bit more myself after the ride into the city. It’s Friday night, and as soon as I stroll into the bar, I’m approached by a tall sexy blond, she’s barely clad. Her full breast straining in their confining bustier, her mile-high legs are on full display in her skimpy mini skirt, and her sexy stiletto heels complete her web of enticement. Before I can do anything, she’s in my space, wrapping herself around me like a vine climbing a pole. I lean in, accepting her invitation. Wrapping my arm around her small waist with a sexy smile, the action is automatic, like so many times before. Then the realization that this female can’t compare to LJ rankles me. She’s sexy and enticing. Before I met LJ she was just my type but now she doesn’t compare. A wicked, resentful part of me is willing to play out this bit of harmless flirtation to see where it goes, but I’m not all in. It’s then when I feel her presence and I turn to see that LJ just showed up, and she’s pissed. I stiffen. I don’t owe her an explanation, but damn if I don’t want to offer up one. For spite, because I don’t like this feeling, I don’t like feeling tied to someone else, I lean into the female that has all but suctioned herself to me like an octopus and smile, before nuzzling her neck and licking at her pulse. Hell’s saints, I’m a bastard.
9
Playing Games
(Lillie Joanna)
What the fuck? Is he trying to piss me off? Then realization dawns on me. Yes, he is. He may be licking and nipping at that bitches neck but his eyes have not left mine. Those glittering green orbs pin me with an intensity that I can not deny. Turnabout’s fair play, right? I drag my eyes from his and home in on a handsome succubus at the opposite end of the bar. He’s with several other male friends and the five of them look innocent enough, maybe my age, not as old as Dax, and definitely not as dangerous. He may be cute but there is no attraction, which is perfect. I look back over to Daxell and blow him a kiss, before making my way over to the succubus and his friends. Making sure to put a little extra sway in my hips as I walk away from demon boy.
As I approach, I draw a finger up the unsuspecting dark fae’s bulging bicep and say, “Hi, handsome, I’m new here. Can you suggest a drink? What are you guys having?”
They make room for me as I move into their space, the handsome succubus assesses me before leaning in and asking, “Hey, beautiful, what’s
