Sir Loin of Beef

DUKE

Behind the bar, I kicked
Jed in the shin to get his attention, but when I tore my gaze away long enough
to look at him, I saw his focus was dead-on with mine.

Her.

She stood a little behind
the flashy woman, but it was obvious in that women-stick-together sort of way
that they were here together. She was…shy. Quiet, maybe? Definitely not as
forward as her friend. She wasn’t the forward type. And the way she’d rolled
her eyes, I knew I wasn’t the first guy her friend had hit on. And once I
turned her friend down, I probably wouldn’t be the last.

The music changed again
which had her glancing over her shoulder at the latest stripper—Jesus, a cowboy
with chaps, red Speedo and nothing else—then looked back. She wasn’t
frowning, but she wasn’t into the strip-fest either. She looked…amused instead
of aroused.

And hot, in that prim
librarian sort of way. Because while others were out for a wild girls’ night in
various stages of barely dressed—from short jean skirts and skimpy tank tops to
slutty dresses and stilettos, including her friend’s sequins—she had on
a crisp white blouse and jean skirt. Cute as fuck cowboy boots.

I didn’t know of any woman
besides a grandma or a waitress that wore a button up white shirt. And she was
no grandma. No, she had to be in her mid-twenties and the only button up I
wanted to see her in was one of mine after a night of wild sex, and nothing
else. Maybe a few love bites of mine marking her skin, a mix of Jed’s cum and
mine coating her pussy and inner thighs. We’d see that, know she belonged to
us. She’d feel it slip from her, a constant reminder that her pussy belonged to
us.

Fuck, I was hard as a fence
post and that was just thinking about her shirt.

Her dark hair was parted
down the middle and pulled back into a bun. A bun. But she was gorgeous and
having her hair styled so simply only showed that off. Big, dark eyes, pert
nose and full, pouty lips that weren’t slicked with red but with some kind of clear
gloss. So fucking kissable and I ached to see them stretched wide as I watched
her take Jed’s cock nice and deep.

She wasn’t trying like her
friend. Hell, she didn’t need to, not with me. Not with the way Jed was ready
to jump over the bar to get to her. Any guy who wasn’t blind could see how
beautiful she was.

If these male dancers
didn’t make her pussy wet, I wanted the chance to do so. No, more than a
chance. I wanted it all with her and she hadn’t even said a word.

I wanted to tug that bun
loose, unbutton that modest blouse and see what kind of sexy confection covered
those full breasts.

Yeah, they couldn’t be
hidden behind a simple top, no matter how prim it was. She’d be more than a
handful. And those nipples? Plump, pink and perfect.

And the thing about her
that made my dick even harder? Glasses.

Fuck, yes. Who knew I had a
thing for a woman with glasses? Maybe I hadn’t had one before because it had
never been her. Until now.