Page 12 of The Killer Card

Oh, thank God, she’s mean. Rowan might hate me, but heaven does not. Someone up there is definitely looking out for me. Well, that or they’re playing a very good practical joke because I have never gotten so hard so fast in my life.

She snaps again. “Understood, pretty boy?”

My smile grows impossibly wider. “Of course, mamí. Whatever you say.” Begrudgingly, I tear my eyes away from her to the birthday girl who looks overwhelmingly thrilled just to be here. “What can I get you, baby girl?”

Rowan gags in my ear and Elias laughs again but I rip the ear piece out so I can focus on the girls better. Those assholes can eat my dick, but hopefully not before I get it past another set of pouty lips.

The birthday girl seems to hesitate, so I help her out, not wanting to incur the wrath of her friend. Not yet anyway, I have to work and won’t be able to do that if she edges me all night. “You like fruity drinks?”

She shrugs. “I guess? I drink a lot of punches.”

Party girl. Got it. “I’m gonna make you my specialty,” I assure her. Then I glance between the woman I will one day marry and the little burst of sunshine behind her. “You’ll all love it.”

“Show us what you’ve got then,” my future wife leans her hands on the bar. “Pretty boy.”

Before I can come in my pants like a teenager, I grab a tumbler, a bottle of rum, and I get to work. I have to impress her. I’m desperate for her approval, to see a little sparkle of life in her icy eyes. Eyes that are mildly familiar even though I know that’s not at all possible. She’s nearly half my age and I don’t fuck around under twenty. I’d rather castrate myself. So, no there’s no way we’ve met before, but the set of her lips and the curve of her backside as she turns to help her little friend onto a stool in those ridiculous heels is alluring and evocative in a recognizable way I can’t quite place.

Setting the three warped glasses in front of them, I garnish each with a slice of pineapple and a slice of orange, snapping my fingers like a magician. “Voíla! Feliz cumpleaños, chica.”

With bated breath I watch them pick up their drinks and take slow, tentative sips. The birthday girl and the little blonde light up immediately. “Holy shit!” Rubia exclaims. “This is amazing!”

“What is this?!” The birthday girl asks.

I grin, wiping my hands clean of the orange and pineapple juice. “We call it a Pain Killer, and believe me, it earns the name. Pretty good, right?”

“Amazing!” The little one says again, nearly finishing half her glass in a single pull.

My gaze turns to the golden one leaning against my bar. I raise a brow and she gifts me a tilt of her lips. “It’s pretty good. You can keep your balls another night.”

I’d honestly pay her to step on them later.

Grabbing her hand, Rubia pulls her towards the dance floor. “Come on! Let’s go dance!”

“You guys go,” the birthday girl waves them off, taking a stool. “I’ll wait for Cris.”

The tall one’s brows narrow. “You’re sure?” Her concern for her friend only makes her more beautiful.

The raven-haired young woman waves them off. “Of course. You know how he gets. Go on, have fun!”

“Come on, Naomi!” The little one pulls harder, nearly tumbling in those shoes again.

Naomi.

I hold her name close as I watch her get dragged away, leaving me to babysit her friend who is looking increasingly aggravated at her phone. “I’ll get another drink started,” I tell her, putting my earpiece back in. She just nods, preoccupied with texting feverishly.

While I mix her next drink, I allow myself to watch the packed dance floor, scanning and locking my focus firmly on the shimmering gleam of silken gold against smooth ebony skin. I would give anything to run my tongue along that skin, get on my hands and knees and worship her like the queen she fucking is.

Reina. Mi reina.

“You’re drooling,” Elias chortles in my ear.

I sigh dramatically. “You’re both invited to my wedding. Elias, you’re my best man—”

“Woah!” Rowan interjects. “Why him?!”

“I thought we already went over this? Because you’re a fucking cabrón.”

“Suck my dick, Graham.”