Fighting to Forgive (Fighting Series) Read Free

“Don’t worry, babe. There’s plenty of me to go around.” In an effort to punctuate my words, I grab her ass and grind her against my thigh.
    She slides her hand into the back pocket of my jeans. “Both of us?” she asks, with what sounds like a mixture of curiosity and excitement.
    “Yeah, both of you.” I pull back to meet her eyes. “It’s a New Year. Try something new . You’ll be glad you did.”
    It doesn’t matter if she agrees or not. There’re a handful of women who would take her place. A few I can see from where I’m standing, the rest an easy speed dial away.
    She chews her lip, thinking it over.
    The blonde has made her way to my mouth, grabbing my chin to pull me to her parted lips. Vodka on her tongue mixes with the sugary flavor of her lip-gloss. I sink into her kiss, making sure to give decision girl a visual that she won’t soon forget, a taste of what she’ll be missing.
    Before long decision girl is tugging on my arm. I break the kiss and give her my ear.
    She flexes her hand that’s still in my back pocket, and she runs her other up my chest. “I’m in.”
    “Great news, babe.” I study her expression. Everything about her body language says she wants to go home with me, but something in her eyes puts my alcohol-flooded mind on alert. “You ready?” I press her, testing.
    “Yeah, just let me hit the ladies room and make a phone call. I’ll be right back.”
    She pushes up on her tiptoes, going for my lips.
    I turn my head, taking her kiss on the cheek. “Phone call? Let me guess, husband?”
    She recoils, her eyebrows pinching together. “No.”
    “Boyfriend?”
    “No, it’s nothing like that.” She looks around then leans into my ear. “I have to call my sitter. Let her know I’ll be late.”
    This shit ain’t happening. “Whoa, whoa.” I hold up my hand. I don’t need any more information than that. “No.”
    “No?” Her mouth hangs open.
    “Um, more like hell no.”
    “I don’t—”
    “Sorry, babe. You’re good looking, but I’ve got to send you packing.”
    She gasps and pulls her hand from my back pocket. “I… I…”
    “Yo, Baywatch,” I call out to the new guy, motioning for him to come over. He’s what I would think most girls would find attractive. A little too pretty, but muscled enough to look straight.
    “What’s up, Blake?” He eyes the young mother who’s still standing there stiff and offended.
    “I want to introduce you to…” I’m not hiding the fact that I don’t know her name. I swing my gaze to her and wait.
    She glares at me. “Alana.”
    “This is Baywatch.” I put pressure on her lower back, pushing her to him.
    Baywatch looks pleased with his gift. “Hey, it’s nice to meet—”
    Alana jerks her head around. “You’re a dick.”
    I shrug.
    The blonde at my side watches me brush off her friend. “Alana, are you okay?”
    Nothing will kill my buzz faster than a nasty chick fight. It’s not personal. Hell, I’m probably doing the girl a favor. I’m definitely doing her kid a favor. Girl with a mouth to feed doesn’t need to be paying a babysitter overtime so she can go home with a dude that’ll fuck her and never call her again.
    I murmur a quick “Be right back” and move to the opposite side of the bar, where Rex and the boys are hanging out. Baywatch isn’t far behind me. Apparently, chick fights aren’t his thing either. Maybe he deserves more credit than I gave him.
    “What happened, B? You strike out?” Rex says.
    He’s teasing. He knows I never go home alone on a holiday.
    “Biding my time, Rex. Night’s still young and full of possibility.”
    “I don’t get it.” Baywatch’s voice is laced with disapproval. “Those chicks were hot. And you just… walked away.”
    “Blake’s got selective taste. He’s always blowing off the hot ones for the hotter ones.” Rex laughs and takes a pull off his beer. The groupies at his side seem to have taken on a sudden interest in our