Page 110 of Dirty Like Jude
I probably couldn’t have gotten it up for another woman right now if I’dtried.
I just wasn’t wired thatway.
My dick was hardwired to my head, and right now my head was all the way up Roni Webber’sass.
Piper had straight-up asked me where my head was at when I’d turned out to be the world’s worst conversationalist tonight. And since I wasn’t interested in beer or pussy, he was at a loss for what to do withme.
Eventually, he’d told the girl with the black hair to put a smile on myface.
“Not tonight, darlin’,” I’d told her, because no reason to be rude. Wasn’t her fault she wasn’t VeronicaWebber.
“What’s eatin’ you?” Piper asked as she wandered away with a pout. “Not like you to turn down goodpussy.”
It was definitely like me, actually, to turn down club pussy. Which just went to show that my brother didn’t pay all that much attention where me and women wereconcerned.
He never reallydid.
“Just not feelin’ it,” Isaid.
I could’ve said,I’m feelin’ Roni Webber. Remember her? Yeah, her. I’ve got a thing for her the size of a Mack truck and it just keeps running me the fuck over, so I’m just gonna sit here for a while and look likethis.
But I didn’t saythat.
I hadn’t said it to anyone, evenJesse.
I hadn’t told any of the guys, the Kings or the band, that I’d been seeing her almost everynight.
Because we were just fuck buddies, right? Didn’t seem like I needed to send out formal fucking announcements to everyone Iknew.
Right.
We were more than fuck buddies. We were exclusive fuck buddies, which was really fuckedup.
And it was all myidea.
I was the one who’d suggested the whole fuck buddy thing. I asked her to be exclusive. Told her, actually, that shehadto be if she wantedme.
And now she thought I didn’t want her around my clubbrothers.
Maybe Ididn’t.
Fuck.
No wonder she waspissed.
Roni was gorgeous, sexy, witty and fun to be around, and any guy should be happy to show her off, show up anywhere withher.
I pushed my way out of the bar, outside, to get some space. To get air. The stink of booze and smoke and perfume faded and I took a deep breath. Sat my ass down on the rotten-ass old picnic table off to the side of the gravel lot. No one used it for picnics. It was so carved up with brothers’ signatures, no one wanted to put it out to pasture at the dump like we probably should’ve yearsago.
I could see my name, JUDE, carved into the tabletop near one corner, where I’d carved it when I was, what?Fifteen?
And then when I was twenty-one, the bigRI’d carved right into the opposite corner while I was seething over Roni, just days after I’d first had sex withher.
When I was avoiding her. Hiding out at the clubhouse so I wouldn’t have to seeher.
Now, she’d accused me of not wanting her around Piper and the Kings, and she was right. Just not for the reason she seemed to think—that I didn’t want to be seen with her. Like she wasn’t good enough orsomething.
Obviously, she was goodenough.
