“Damn, they’re fucking hot, with those tight-ass bodies,” Tank added and grinned. “I betcha I can get both of them in my bed tonight.”
“No doubt, man, but they are young enough to be your kids.”
Tank looked over at him. “Yeah, but I don’t have any kids, so I’m not going to entertain that thought.” Tank stared over Booshie’s shoulder. “But damn, look at that blonde hottie over there by the bar.”
Booshie knew exactly who Tank was referring to, and he wasn’t going to let Tank entertain that thought.
“Man, I might go hit up the tatted-up honey.”
“Back it off.” Booshie hadn’t meant to say that on such a rough growl, but damn, just the thought of any guy, especially a Bastards’ member, going over and trying to get with Naggie pissed him off.
“What, you hitting that or something?” Tank moved a step back and reached for the toothpick in his mouth to remove it.
“No, but she works with Cadeon, and she has a man.” Damn, Booshie needed to take a step back from this conversation. Tank was watching him with this look that told him he was suspicious on why he was cock-blocking so hard.
“Yeah, man, what the fuck ever.” Tank shrugged. “I’m going over and picking up those chicks. They look like threesome material for sure.” He moved past him and over to the girls on the dance floor. Instantly, they parted from each other and fit Tank between them.
Booshie looked at Naggie again, and his fucking cock got hard right away. She was leaning over the bar slightly, reaching for the limes, and her tank top rode up and displayed the small of her back. Shit, the ink on her skin was such a turn-on, and although she wasn’t totally covered in tattoos from head to toe, she had the perfect amount. Her body was also hot as shit.
Booshie had always been about the thick, curvy variety of women, but Naggie’s slender form had him on the verge of jerking himself off later tonight. He looked at her lower back, and his dick gave a jerk. On the small of her back was what looked like a sugar skull tattoo in vibrant colors. There were roses and vines moving throughout the eye sockets, the nose, and mouth, and Booshie found it hard to concentrate on anything else.
He took a step closer to her but stopped when some douchebag moved up right beside her, leaned on the counter close enough that their shoulders were touching, and whispered something in her ear. Before Booshie could react, because he was feeling pretty damn irrational at the moment, Naggie turned and pushed the guy away.
The fucker took on this angry expression, said something else to her, and Naggie reared her arm back and brought her open palm to his cheek.
The guy stumbled back, a look of shock on his face, and then slowly it morphed into rage.
Before the situation could escalate into violence toward Naggie, which Booshie could tell the guy was about ready to hand out, he was moving toward her and feeling his possessive side rise up like a hungry beast.
6
The guy who just whispered in Naggie’s ear said he wanted to fuck her with his tongue. Normally, Naggie was all about raunchy, filthy sex, but this guy looked like he liked to get his way no matter what and couldn’t give two shits about the woman he was screwing.
She wasn’t all for that. He also couldn’t take no for an answer, and that was a big red flag for her. She might’ve been tough and have a mouth on her that rivaled a sailor’s, but no fucking way could she take on a guy when rage was running through him, not for long anyway.
Naggie was not a prude and had done some pretty freaky shit in her time, but no way in hell was she about to let some little prick she didn’t know come up to her and whisper those filthy things in her ear.
He was drunk, but that wasn’t an excuse. Her hand stung from slapping him, and she realized in less than a couple hours she had hit three people. She would have felt doubly liberated to have smacked this guy and put his dumb ass in its place, but it was clear he was not used to this kind of treatment from a woman.
He was one of those men on the inside. He looked like one of those boy next door types, with the perfectly combed hair, tailored and starched clothes, and that Tommy Hilfiger scent surrounding him. So not Naggie’s type, but even if she had given him the time of day, his raunchy drunk talk was not winning him any points.
“You trashy cunt.”
She chuckled, because it had been a while since she’d been called a cunt. Her handprint was a red mark on his cheek. “Fuck off, prep.” She turned to talk to Bennie, but then he grabbed her arm and yanked her back around so she was staring at him. He still didn’t let her go. “You better fucking let me go before I smack you again and make you look like the little bitch you are.”
He bared his teeth at her, and just when she thought he’d have the balls to hit her in front of everyone, this looming shadow covered both of them. She turned and saw Booshie standing right beside them, this dark, deadly look on his face and his gaze latched onto where the asshole still had a hold of her arm.
“Boy, you better fucking let go of her arm if you want to keep your hand.”
Booshie’s voice actually had shivers working through her. If the prep had been smart, he would have realized Booshie was like The Hulk compared to him, and looking like he really would tear off the kid’s hand with the slightest provocation.
“Hey, this doesn’t concern you.” It was clear the kid was a hothead, drunker than hell by
