Resolution (Saviour #2)(39)
I go to the bar and got us another round of drinks and as I pass them to my brothers, I watch Jo and her friends move closer to us as they head for a table by the dance floor. Zac and Cooper are deep in conversation about the Frank Carroll situation, the f*cker owes us about two hundred grand and has so far evaded all our attempts to accidently bump into him, tomorrow we won’t bother with the accidental part, we are going to knock on the f*ckers door, very early in the morning and wait with him till the banks open, at which time, we will very kindly escort him to the bank so that he can withdraw what he owes us. My Dad didn’t turn my pop’s small building firm into the successful development company that it is today by doing things the conventional way and us three Wilde boys had every intention of continuing with Charlie, my Dad’s way of running things. I’m only half listening as I watch the red head finally turn around and face me. Fuck and f*ck, I get this weird sensation in my chest, that moves to my belly and out of nowhere, my dick has jumped to life in my jeans. Thanks Ava for talking me into buying these stupid skinny chino things. They show every little lump and bump; I let out a deep breath and adjust myself before anyone notices.
“Dude, leave your cock alone. That’s so not what you do when you’re standing in a bar man.”
Trust Zac to notice, “Fuck off man, I had an itch.”
“You have a dose more like, caught something nasty from one of your skanks have you? When was the last time you got checked out bro?”
“Fuck off Zac, I always wear an overcoat, got caught once remember and as much as I love Ava, I learnt my lesson big time, and I got the all clear from the company medicals we just had and I haven’t been with a Sheila since then.”
“They were three weeks ago Gabe” Cooper harks up.
“Dude you’re single and you haven’t had a f*ck in three weeks? Man, you must be on like stage five restrictions as you are in a severe draught period – three weeks, that’s a seriously long time.”
I don’t hear any more, everything just fades to background noise as I watch shorty look around the room as she – shit, is she crying? She keeps her face away from her friends and I watch her as she quickly wipes tears from under each of her eyes and then turns back to them and laughs at whatever is being said, a smile plastered on her face, a smile that doesn’t reach her pretty eyes, which I think are blue but I’m not sure, I need to inspect them closer, much closer.
She suddenly pulls off her jacket and grabs an empty beer bottle and starts to sing along to the song, it’s an old Clash tune and I can’t help but smile as she really goes for it, another friend joins her and the pair rock out together and as she moves I notice her tits – f*ck me, how did I miss those babies, she’s wearing a silky blouse thing and apparently no bra, definitely no bra, every time she moves they jiggle, every time. Every. Fucking. Time. My mouth fills with water.
“Gabe…Gabe…What the f*ck are you looking at? Gabriel.”
I can hear Cooper but I can’t answer him and I can’t tear my eyes away from her, she’s, she’s just so f*cking small and cute and soft looking, with bouncy tits and red hair and she’s just perfect.
“He’s in the zone Coop, who’s the victim?”
I look up at Zac as he stands next to me following the line of site my eyes were taking.
“Who is she Coop, dya know her? The red head with Jo.”
We all watch as the redhead, Jo and two other women deliver a word perfect rendition of American Pie, all verses.
“Na, na I don’t, but she’s got a great rack.”
We all suddenly look away as Jo turns and starts to head towards us, my brothers being the cowards that they are, disappear and leave me standing there, alone, with Jo heading towards me and a raging hard on, I quickly turn toward the bar, Jo stands next to me but seems to be oblivious to my presence.
“Hey Jo, how ya going?”
“Gabe, how are you?’
She leans in and gives me a cuddle and a kiss on the cheek, I’m careful not to get too close, I don’t want her to notice my boner, I know Jo and she will announce it to the whole bar and find it hilarious, which it f*cking isn’t.
“Out with the girls I see.”
“Yep, night out with the besties, one of them has some shit going on that she’s trying to hide from us…so we thought we would get a few shots into her and try and get her to spill.”
“That’s a bit slippery Jo.”
“That’s women Gabe, and you should know all about slippery women. In more ways than one.”
Fuck, this isn’t good, what if she tells shorty about my rep and she blanks me. What the f*ck am I on about, was I planning on talking to her then?
“This is true Joanne, very true – so which of your mates is going through shit right now?” I ask as casually as I can.
“It’s the gorgeous red head you’ve been staring at since we walked in.” Fuck.
“Busted,” I shrug, “Tell you what, let me pay for the drinks and I will buy the gorgeous red head an extra shot from me. Is she married, shorty, the red head, your friend, is she married?”
“Gabe, you want deets on my girl? Well then you grow some and go ask my girl herself.”
We both look across at her friends, just as they laugh loudly and all turn towards us, shit did she see me staring, perving, staring, whatever? What the f*ck is wrong with me?