Finding A Way by T.E. Black Page A

thing, I could probably arrange that if it’s what it will take." She places another bottle on the bar in front of me as I finish mine. I snatch the beer, tossing a twenty over to her.
    "Yeah, yeah. As much as I enjoy talking to you, you aren't gonna be the one naked in my bed tonight. I gotta go find someone who will be, unless you wanna fill the spot?" I tease, grinning wide at her.
    She huffs, walking away to the other customers, yelling over her shoulder.
    "In ya dreams buddy! Just make sure to wrap it up. No one needs another Mac Davis running around. The population of women would be fucked, literally and figuratively. And when ya decide which one of these lovely ladies you’ll be corrupting tonight, let me know. That way I can send the little scootch a drink."
    I laugh at her insult, spinning around on my stool and looking through the crowd. I spot a petite brunette watching me a few spots down at the bar. She's good looking enough for tonight. Brown hair down to her shoulders, big tits, and a slim waist. A little less ass than I normally go for, but she’ll do. I'm not in the position to be picky tonight. I'll take anything at this point.
    I signal Ryleigh, telling her to do the usual. She complies by making some fruity mixed drink and taking it over to the brunette. She raises her eyebrows at me, mouthing “That quick?” and I nod my head at her. I watch Ryleigh lean over the bar, telling her who it's from. The brunette’s eyes light up and she makes eye contact with me from down the way. It's almost too easy. She grabs her drink off the bar and saunters over. Her friends giggle behind her and I immediately know I have a giggler on my hands. I just have to suck that shit up and deal with it tonight.
    "Thanks for the drink handsome," she moans as she rubs her hand on my arm.
    Game on.
    "Anything for a woman as beautiful as you. What's your name, sweetheart?" I ask, even though I really don't give a shit what it is.
    “My name's Ally. You have big muscles. They’re really hot. Do you box or something?” she purrs in my ear.
    “The name's Mac, sweetheart. And no, I’m not a boxer, or even a fighter. I’m a lover, and tonight I’m hoping to show you how good I am at exactly that.”
    She seems to enjoy my little line because she’s like a cat in heat now. Her tits push into my arm a little harder, and she leans down to nibble my earlobe. It’s exactly what I need from her for my cock to stem to life and forget all of the other shit in my head.
    “I think it’s sweet you’re a lover, and not a fighter. It’s sweet you’re gentle,” she coos.
    “Sweetheart, there isn’t a gentle bone in my body. Don't fool yourself. You wanna get outta here?” I ask her, already knowing the answer.
    “I thought you'd never ask.” She giggles, tightening her hold on my arm.
     

     
    After getting her out of the bar and into my truck, we get back to my apartment. When the front door closes behind her, the brunette strips off her thin piece of fabric she calls a dress. I take her small hand, leading her upstairs to my room. She makes herself comfortable as I start to take off my own clothes. This is the way I like it to go, fast and hard. A woman who wastes no time taking what she wants from me, and my girl for the night, Ally, wastes no time at all. She crawls to the end of the bed, unbuttoning my jeans for me, and pulling out my throbbing cock. Desire shows all over her face as she takes me into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip. I let out a groan as she picks up the pace, bobbing her head in a fast rhythm. I didn’t even have time to take my boots off yet, but this chick couldn't care less. She’s here for one thing and one thing only.
    “Keep going, sweetheart,” I say, encouraging her as I fist a handful of her hair a little harder than I mean to. A moan she makes lets me know she likes it a little rough, and lucky for her I’m in the mood to play her little game. I shove her away. My cock pops