Page 4 of Pucking Bad Boys

Mack doesn’t just have more talent than any normal human being deserves. He has the home advantage here. He knows this town, and coming here, on his turf, as the outsider was the last thing I wanted.

“Can I get you another one? It’s last call.”

I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts that I didn’t notice that the bar is now emptying and some of the staff has already left. The pretty bartender is standing right in front of me.

Fuck. That smile makes it hard to think.

I shake my head. “Maybe just some soda water? I shouldn’t overdo it with the sugary stuff; it’ll make me hyper.”

Her lips twitch into a smile, her blue eyes full of amusement. “We don’t want that.”

Jesus. Way to sound like I’m a kid hyper on sugar. I open my mouth to say something, anything that’ll make me sound like my dad isn’t coming to pick me up, but before I can get one word out, a high pitch whistle pierces the air.

“Yo, sugar tits!”

My head snaps in the direction of the table where the catcall came from.

Three douchebags in polos and shorts call out to my bartender. Their table is littered with a bunch of empty glasses and beer bottles.

The bartender rolls her eyes. “Tourist season is great for this town, but by the end of the summer, I’m ready for them to go back where they came from.” She mutters, grabbing a tray and getting out from behind the bar. “Might as well help with the cleanup.”

I roll around on my barstool, my eyes glued to her as she walks to the table. Her stride is confident as she addresses the three men. I can’t help but notice her perfect, round ass and shapely legs in her black denim shorts. “Last call, guys. What will it be?” She begins collecting the empty glasses, moving around the table as the first two guys tell her their orders.

The third one, however, offers her a sleazy smile. “I’ll take a Long Island Ice Tea.” The man’s smile widens as he pulls a twenty-dollar bill out of his wallet and waves it in her face. “And this is for you.”

She accepts the tip, tucking the money into a small pocket on the front of her shorts. “Thanks.”

“It’s our last night in town. There’s another one of these for you if you want to come to our room with us.”

Her shoulders stiffen. “No, thanks.”

“Are you sure?” The man chuckles. “My friends and I are a lot of fun. And you’d help us settle a bet. Randy here says that your ass isn’t as firm as it looks. Jeff and I bet you could bounce a dime off that ass.”

I don’t know what’s louder. If it’s the slap of the man’s hand on the hot bartender’s ass or her horrified gasp as she jumps because of the hit.

My bar stool is empty in the blink of an eye, but it turns out the sweet smile I’ve been looking at all night isn’t the only thing there is to the pretty bartender.

Before I can get there, she drops the tray she was holding and kicks the feet of the chair the douche is occupying.

“Fuck.” The man wails as she steps on the fingers of the hand that slapped her ass a few seconds ago. “Get off me, you stupid bitch.”

She doesn’t relent, pressing her foot down. “Of course. The choice is yours, though, if I let you up before or after the sheriff gets here.”

“No, no. There’s no need to be like that, babe. We just wanted to have some fun, that’s all.” One of the douche’s friends, who have been chuckling as the bastard offered her money, slurs.

“Fine,” she bites out. “Then settle your tab and get the fuck out of here. The bar is closed for you.”

I’m right behind her when she releases the scumbag, who stumbles onto his feet, favoring his hand.

“This is assault.” The asshole whines. “We should call the sheriff ourselves.”

She crosses her arms over her chest, her head held high. “Good luck if you want to spend your last night in town in jail. Sheriff Hartman has known me since I was in diapers.”

“Fine. Have it your way, bitch. This place is a slum, anyway. We’ll go, but you’ll have to walk out of here to go home, eventually.” He says the last part in a low, menacing voice.

It’s impossible to miss the way she tenses up, clearly more shaken than she intends to show.

This time I act faster than her. “You know what, asshole?” I smile, but I know it isn’t reaching my eyes. “First off, you’re going to apologize for the language you’ve been using in front of this lady. And then you’re going to settle your tab, give her that tip you offered earlier as an apology for being a pathetic sleaze-bag and disappear before I decide to walk you to your hotel room. If you don’t, I’ll make sure you don’t leave on your own two feet. How does that sound?”