Riley’s POV

“What the fuck am I doing here?” I sighed, carrying a twelve pack of Budweiser up the front steps. I had just gotten off my shift at Johnny’s and I craved a release. It had been one nightmare of a night and to make matters worse, Kayla, my redheaded fucktard of a best friend, had ditched me to do something with Sullivan after her shift, leaving me to berate the pervert tourists on my own. Now, normally I would have shot a line or two and passed out at Kayla’s but my huge lady boner had drawn me back to Sanders.

I couldn’t get the memory of Sanders pushing me against the pool house wall as we made out like animals out of my head. I could still feel the way his strong hands groped my ass as he lifted me up, allowing my warm core to grind against his throbbing cock as our tongues danced. How badly I craved to feel his full length deep inside me… Too bad it turned out to be nothing more than a huge cock tease because seconds later Christ interrupted us. I let out a light moan, feeling myself become wet as I pulled out my pack of cigarettes. Damn it all, I was going to have to smoke more than half of this goddamn pack to make sure I wouldn’t jump the bastard the moment I walked in the door.

“Ahh,” I sighed, feeling the nicotine rush come over me with my first drag. After a few more puffs, I did what any good ol’ gal would do and put my cigarette between my lips and let myself in. “Sanders?” I called, looking around at the disaster area in front of me. There were still beer cans, red solo cups, empty liquor bottles, and game controllers thrown all over the room. Shit, was that a fucking blanket fort?! To hell if I’m going to bone in here! I’m sure as hell not going to play maid! Those assholes can clean up their own damn mess.

I was becoming irritated as I made my way through the living room. “Where the fuck is he?” I hissed. I knew he was here; his big stupid black Tahoe was parked in the driveway. Suddenly, I felt my boot mush in something on the floor. I closed my eyes and cringed as I picked up my boot to see a trail of sticky white iridescent substance stringing from it. “Ew, you sick bastards! Right here in the middle of the floor? Come on, at least jack yourselves off in the privacy of your own room!” I disgustedly scuffed my boot across the floor before heading out to the patio. Hell, it was Sander’s jack pile to clean up, not mine.

As I reached the open French doors, my eyes instantly wandered to Matt’s computer screen. He was looking at pictures of some chick, which was really made my blood start to boil. If there was one thing I hated most in this world, it was fucking users and cheats. Now don’t get me wrong, I knew we weren’t fucking dating, but you don’t go and practically bend someone over a water spigot and then go searching for a new toy. No way, buddy, that shits not going to fly with me!

I scoffed and crossed my arms, clicking my tongue as I blew out a cloud of smoke. “Hey, Sanders, who the fuck is that?” I spit, watching as he cringed and instantly stuck his beer bottle in his mouth. He coughed before turning around to look at me with a sheepish grin on his face.

“Hey, Riles. What’s up?” he practically choked out. Oh, Sanders, you’re lucky that I haven’t had any lines tonight, or else you’d be dead in the fucking pool right now.

I scoff and shake my head as I storm out onto the patio, flicking my cigarette. “I’ll say it again, since you apparently seem to be fucking hard of hearing,” I say, slamming the twelve-pack hard against the glass tabletop. “Who the fuck is that?” I pointed to the now closed laptop as Sanders pinched the bridge of his nose.

“It’s just some porn I was looking at.” Liar. You son of a bitch. I narrowed my eyes at him and took a step forward, my finger digging into his chest.

“Do I look like some damn moron to you, Sanders?” I hissed in a deadly quiet tone, causing him to swallow thickly and run his hands over his face. That’s right you son of a bitch, you better pull your act together or I’m going to beat your two-timing motherfucking ass! You’ll be fucking Quasimodo when I get done with you. Then that pile of jizz that I stepped in the hallway will be your last! Fuck!


“No, of course not!” Sanders urged as I pushed my finger up to his chin, forcing those brilliantly blue eyes to look at me. Come on! Lie to my face again! I fucking dare you. “Look, Riley, I—“

“You what? Were looking for someone else to play with?” I growled, shooting daggers at him. Matt let out a flustered groan and ripped his face away from my pinching hold on his chin.

“It’s not what you think! I wasn’t trying to play you, Riles,” He insisted, leaning forward and putting his head in his hands. You’d think by the way that he was acting that he’d never been told off by a woman like this before. Well, news fucking flash, Sanders, if you’re going to play with me, you’re going to play by my rules.

“Listen, Sander, if you want to play with this,” I said, grabbing his hand and putting it firmly on my ass. I was wearing short denim shorts that barely covered my ass and I knew that it must have had some effect on him by the stupid smirk falling over his lips.

“Or these…” I moved his hands to my perfectly round D cup breasts. I swear drool was going to fall from his gapping mouth at any minute. Come on! Pull yourself together man!


“Or this…” I continued, climbing onto his lap and letting him feel my warm core against his erection only covered by grey gym shorts. He let out a moan as I moved my lips to his ear, breathing heavily at the feeling of his twining cock pressing on my tight shorts. “Then you keep your dirty paws off everyone else, ” I warned as I pulled back and looked into his lust filled eyes. “Or else, I will take this…” I suddenly, reached my hand between both of our legs and mercilessly grabbed his throbbing cock and squeezed hard. “Snap it off and kick it around on the ground as my brand new hacky-sack. Got it?” I smirk sweetly as I watched Sander’s eyes water at the thought.

Matt nodded his head frantically at me as I patted his chest and climbed off him. “Good, so what’s the plan for the evening?” I asked as if nothing had happened.I moved around to the other side of the table and plopped myself down in the patio chair. Matt gaped at me as I put my feet up on the table and opened one of the beers before taking a cool refreshing sip. “What? Cat got your tongue?”

Sander’s jaw dropped at my words and I couldn’t help but chuckle. Oh, I was going to make him suffer now. He would have to beg to ride his cock, not that it would take much convincing. I just wanted him to work for it so that he wouldn’t be tempted by some other bitch. I was the only bitch he would be seeing or else he was fucking dead.

Matt started to move towards me but I quickly grabbed his computer and opened up youtube. “You’ve got to see this fucking singing cat video! You’ll shit yourself!” I said with a smirk as his hands wandered down my curves. Oh, this game is on!

Danielle’s POV


“Come on!” I screamed, shaking my two-coil Hello Kitty tattoo machine. “Its fucking jammed again! Come on you motherfucker!” I raged, ignoring the horrified look on my patron’s face.Well, it was this valley girl fucking choice to sit around and wait for me, so she better get used to my mouth. Hell, she only wanted a watercolor tree that dissipated into birds; only a twist on the most common white girl tattoo ever. Where was the real art that I craved to etch into someone’s skin? I sure as hell wasn’t going to find it this blockheaded valley girl. Not to mention I was kinda pissy at her because it was her fucking fault that I had to text Zacky and push back our date until I was done with my shift at ten. I hoped he wasn’t too upset.

“Can’t you just fix it or something?” the bitched whined. Yeah, like it’s that fucking easy! I was halfway through her piece and I was about ready to tell her to make another appointment. I just didn’t want to have to re-stencil her because the bitch refused to sit still the first time.

“Can you just shut up?” I snapped back, leaving the girls gapping at me as I stood and left my booth. Hey, if she couldn’t stand the heat, get the fuck out of my tattoo chair. “Meg, can you take a look at this? The combs are fucking jammed again. You’d think after how much I paid for the damn thing that it would function correctly.”

The tall brunette from behind the desk turned and took my gun out of my hand. “Yeah, sometimes the custom ones don’t always work the best. I would suggest…” She continued but my mind had drifted away along with my eyes out the window into the dark street. There standing across the street illuminated by the streetlight was the sexist man alive leaning against his BMW with a cigarette in his mouth. I bit my lip as I watch him take a drag and slowly blow out a cloud of smoke. Damn I don’t know if I’m going to be able to make it through this date without creaming myself. He is even more attractive than I remember. My eyes wandered from his clean-shaven face to his cuffed denim skinny jeans and black button down shirt.

“Danielle? Earth to Dani!? DANI!”

I shook my head and looked back over at Meg. God, I hope wasn’t fucking touching myself, I think as my cheeks flush. “Yeah?” I finally respond in a lustful tone. I honestly had no fucking idea what she was talking about. All I could focus on was walking out that door. “Yeah, okay I got it,” I said, absentmindedly taking my gun back from her.

“Are you okay?” Meg asked, as I tried to wipe the drool that was bound to be falling from my mouth.

“Yeah, I’m great. Look, will you have valley girl make a new appointment…I’ve got other…plans,” I said with a smirk, gesturing my head in Zacky’s direction. Meg’s eyes suddenly grew wide before she let out a low whistle. “Damn girl, why do you get all the lookers?”

I threw my head back and laughed at that one. “Please, this is the first fucking date I’ve been on in months,” I said as I grabbed my purse, keys, and leather jacket. “Do I look okay?”

Meg’s eyes traveled down me and gave me and approving nod. I was wearing a pair of dark wash skinny leg denim jeans, black studded pumps, and black V-cut tee that showed off my curves. I had also made sure to cure my vivid red hair and perfect my make up this morning. Hey, it wasn’t everyday a girl go to go out with a rock star! “Hey, Dani, tomorrow I want all the dets!” Meg added as I walked out the door but I wasn’t one to necessarily kiss and tell.

“Hey, sorry I’m late, I had the worst fucking client,” I said as I walked toward Zacky. The moment his brilliant green eyes looked up from his phone and met mine, I felt a shock of electricity run through my body.

“No problem, I didn’t mind waiting,” Zacky replied with a sexy smile, his eyes looking up and down my body. “Damn girl, you look amazing,” he mused as my eyes lingered on his metal snakebites. I wonder what that cold metal feels like against my skin.

Suddenly, I felt myself being pulled into his embrace, the shock of his muscular body touching mine ripping me from my wandering mind. I took in a shaky breath and bit my lip as I smelled his delicious scent. There was nothing more attractive that a man with a good sense of fashion and good hygiene. Come on, Dani, keep it together. You can’t jump him here in the street! You just met the guy.

“So how do you feel about some ice cream and a walk down the boardwalk?” Zacky asked as he opened the car door for me. I felt myself swoon slightly at how much of gentleman he was. Was he fucking perfect or what?

“That sounds fucking amazing,” I said as Zacky slid into the driver’s seat. “Though, I am afraid to say that I’m not a fan of country music. I’d actually rather slit my throat or gouge out my eardrums than listen to that twang…” I said and Zacky threw his head back laughing. “So prepare for the massive self mutilation if Willie Nelson comes through these speakers.” I say the country singer’s name like it’s a dirty word and Zacky continues to laugh. “What is so funny?”

As if he were answering my question, he turned up his stereo system to blare and old Pantera song. “I don’t like country music much either. That was all buddy Jimmy’s doing. Though, I do have a soft spot for Taylor Swift,” he chuckled. “So I guess in a way you could say I do like sappy love songs and puppies and rainbows.” He really was a cheeky bastard, but in the most attractive way possible.

Now it was my turn to laugh. “So you’d be all game to go into that ancient taxidermy shop on the boulevard?” I looked at Zacky with a raised brow as he parked the car.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He retorted with a raised brow, turning to look at me. It was only then that I realized that our faces were inches apart. With a shy smile, I bit my lip and looked into his amazing green eyes. God they are even greener than I imagined. I watched as he licked his lips and swallowed thickly before continuing. “Taxidermy is creepy as fuck. Now skeletons, that’s a different story. I just can’t stand how the stuffed bastards stare at you and watch your every move,” he said in a low husky tone. “But enough about that creepy shit, let’s get some ice cream.”

The next thing I know, I’m half way through a chocolate ice cream cone with sprinkles and walking hand-in-hand with Zacky Vengeance. It seemed like we had only been there for minutes when I looked down at my phone to see an incoming call from Riley and clock that read midnight. I quickly pressed ignore and slipped my phone back in my purse, not missing a beat in the conversation. It was amazing how easy, funny, and charming it was to be around Zacky, like we had been friends for years. He even held my attention these past three hours, and that was saying something, considering my wicked case of HDHD.

“So yeah, we’re planning to start writing another album here shortly and possibly do a few small shows,” Zacky said, his hand resting on the small of my back as we stood looking over the water with the moon shining overhead. I smiled and bit into my ice cream cone, only for Zacky to crane his neck around bite the other side.

“Hey! Back off, buddy! This is my chocolate cone of goodness!” I laughed, watching as he came towards my cone again. “It’s not my fault that you at all yours in two seconds!”

Suddenly, Zacky was reaching around me with one hand trying to grab the cone out of my hand. His other hand moved to grab me around the waist and tickle me mercilessly. “Haha, back off bitch! I will not relinquish the chocolate!”

“Oh, you’re going to give me a bite!” He laughed as I squirmed in his arms. His devilishly talented fingers worker harder on my side, causing me to drop my cone and push him away. “Fuck!” We both hissed in unison as our eyes met. I bit my lip and swallowed thickly as I felt our closeness and his arms around me.

“You-you’ve got some ice cream…” Zacky stammered shyly as his thumb moved to wipe away the mess. As he looked down into my eyes, our lips magically gravitate toward each other. Just as his lips brush mine, I jump back in surprise as his phone starts screaming in his pocket. Just my fucking luck….

“Fuck,” Zacky hissed as he ran his fingers through his hair and pulled his phone angrily out of his pocket. “What!?” he raged, not realizing that he accidently hit speaker phone.

“Um…Baker,” said a spirited voice. “This is Riles….I need your help. So I may or may not have knocked out Sanders….”

Notes

What did Riley do to Matt? Where are Jimmy and Kayla? Has Johnny had any luck with Ryn?