Page 14 of Dirty Like Zane
“How’s she doing?” I askedhim.
“Sexy as fuck,” he said. “Pregnant women are sexy as fuck.” He said that with a smile he couldn’t even suppress, and I had to grin. Then I shook myhead.
Fuckingfigured.
Normally, I’d be down for details on that. Right now, I really didn’t want to hear about all the sick, sexy shit Seth and Elle were doingtogether.
He got talking with Jesse anyway, and I managed to wave over one of the waitresses,finally.
A couple minutes later, Maggie and Talia had two shots sitting in front of them—each.
Talia smiled at me. “Thanks,Zane.”
I gave her a nod. Talia had dark brown eyes and blonde hair, and I wasn’t sure what her story was but she was cute as shit; I’d put money on someone scooping her up long before the end of this tour. Day one, and the dudes were already circling. Jimmy, Jesse’s guitar tech, for one, who’d been drooling all over her backstage. And Lex, one of Jude’s security guys, who kept staring at her like a creeper from theshadows.
I’d be happy to watch them fight it out, actually. Would be pretty fucking entertaining, even if Jimmy didn’t stand achance.
Talia lifted her first shot and looked at Maggie… who was glaring at me. At least I had her attention now. And I could read that look on her face like abook.
What the fuck do you think you’redoing?
I cocked an eyebrow at her.Loosen up, Maggs,I told her with my eyes as I sipped my granddad cocktail.Have ashot.
She glared at me some more, but finally lifted her first shot and clinked her glass with Talia’s. They threw back. It went down decently smooth for a whiskey shot; it was a Double Jack—Jack Daniels and Yukon Jack, which was strong as shit but kinda sweet. You wanted to do a whiskey shot with a chick, this one was a pretty safebet.
The next one wasn’t sosmooth.
It was a Kick in the Balls—Jack Daniels, Yukon Jack andtequila.
As soon as it went down her throat and Maggie fucking shuddered, she glared at meagain.
Totally worth it. The shots did their job, taking the edge off. Maggie’s shoulders softened a bit and her mannerisms got more fluid, her body language infinitesimally looser as she chatted withTalia.
She even shed herjacket.
For the next round, I asked the now-attentive waitress to bring whatever was the dirtiest, sexiest shit they had. She made some suggestions—while bent over, her tits in my face. Was her shirt yanked that low the first time she came over? I passed on the Red Headed Sluts; she had red hair, and this wasn’t my firstrodeo.
But a round of Slippery Nipples sounded good tome.
They definitely went down a little smoother than the whiskey. This time, when Maggie glared at me, there was a little flicker of relief in hereyes.
Thank you for not being a douche, that looksaid.
Iwinked.
Next up was a round of BlowJobs.
They came in tall, curved shooter glasses with a wad of whipped cream on top. “Proper way to do them,” the waitress informed us, “is to stick the shot in-between the guy’s thighs—” she pointed at my lap, “—and the girl picks it up with her mouth and shoots it back without using herhands.”
Fine by me. I was already seated, so we were good to go. Seth, however, flatly refused toparticipate.
Pussy.
So it was me and fucking Lex, who mysteriously materialized out of the shadows to pull up a chair on my other side. We stuck the shooters between our thighs as I beckoned Maggie and Talia over. They came around the table—or Jesse and Dylan pretty much propelled them—as the waitress cleared out of the way, obviously disappointed she wasn’t offered alap.
By the time Maggie was on her knees in front of me, a small crowd had formed. Amber had come off the dance floor, and because there was definitely some sort of god who occasionally looked out for me, she’d brought her camera with her. People were yelling and clapping as she aimed the giant lens at us and started takingphotos.
Yeah. There was definitely agod.
