SIX by Ker Dukey Read Free Book Online Page A

the grip I have her hair in, I lower her head to the table. “Smell your cum, you dirty girl. Lick it up like the bad girl you fucking are.”
    Her tongue comes out to swipe at the wet patches on the table.
    Her friend makes some unpleasant sounds at watching the scene, but it doesn’t appear to register with the horny little number bent over.
    I part her legs with a kick at the ankle and slide straight back inside her.
    Pounding at her pussy while holding her hair, I tug her head back so she’s looking at Lucky as he wipes her friend’s new tattoo.
    I give her a few more hard thrusts and she screams as her pussy clamps around my cock, releasing another orgasm.
    Her body trembles in my grasp.
    “You want to have a look at this for me?” Lucky requests, looking over at me and back to the tattoo he just finished.
    Pulling my cock from the warmth of her pussy, I slap her bare ass, roll the condom off, and drop it next to her head resting with her torso over the table, spent. She’s flustered as fuck and needs a minute.
    Pushing my now flaccid cock back in my jeans, I make my way over to his table. The girl can’t look me in the face and keeps silently giggling.
    Her stomach bounces up and down, giving her away.
    I eye her new ink, which reads: Luck is believing you’re lucky .
    Cocking a brow at Lucky, he quickly states, “She chose it, told me what she wanted.”
    “It’s cute, right?” She grins, clapping her hands.
    “Right.” I nod, patting Lucky on the shoulder.
    The skill used to create the art is flawless.
    She could have shit on my tits tattooed there and the execution would still look impressive.
    “You didn’t come?” I look to see the fuck doll holding up the condom I took off.
    “You did, though,” I point out.
    “Time to wrap this up, ladies. We have appointments coming in soon.”
    I make my way to the register to ring up their bill and halt when Misty’s eyes hold mine through the small circle window separating the shop with the bar.
    I can’t pinpoint the emotion in them, but I can in myself: regret and hatred.
    I hurt her to protect her and all she will know is the hurt.
    Why did she have to see me as anything more than her boss and an asshole? The girls walk over to the desk and drop money on the surface.
    “I feel like I’m paying for sex,” one giggles.
    “Just paying for the time, darlin’.” I smirk and gesture to the door.
    “Do you want my number?”
    I know I’m supposed to say yes, but I decide to go with my initial thoughts to that question. “No thanks.”
    They become mute and if I could read minds, I’m almost positive hers would say, “Cunt.” She wouldn’t be wrong.
    “I wouldn’t have given it to you anyway,” she sneers, swinging her bag strap up her shoulder before sauntering out of the shop.
    “So, that was new…” Lucky comments, cleaning his table off.
    He’s right.
    I’ve never done shit like that before in here.
    I love this place and keep it professional, but I just violated my own rules—and for what? Because I’m strung up over a girl who’s strung up on me.

 
    Pain explodes in my chest.
    I don’t have a right to be hurt or feel such overwhelming jealousy, but it’s there anyway.
    Why did he take a girl like that but wouldn’t look twice at me? Ugh, I don’t understand men.
    Maybe I need to just find someone to sate the craving inside me.
    Casual sex is something I could do… maybe.
    I know this much: I am not going to let him see how much it bothered me—or that it bothered me at all.
    I’m not going to be one of those girls who acts out when her feelings are hurt.
    I need this job and I’ll just use all this pent up lust and affection and aim it in a new direction.
    Maybe even take up the couple offers I’ve have had to go on dates.
    Ignoring Six’s probing gaze when he later comes into the bar, I go about my business and make my way through to the rec room for a much needed break.
    Parker is late again and if she doesn’t