Once Upon A Killing (A Gass County Novel Book 2) Read Free Page A

years, and an engagement, I’m tossed back on the street like I’m not worth a thing. A damn thing.”
    Wayne shook his head, and mouthed an apology Raylyn’s way. Brody on the other hand, stood in front of Jefferson holding back a drunken punch meant for Bryce, and not him.
    “What a wonderful evening. Can we just get going?” Raylyn leaned into the booth and grabbed Bryce by his arm and helped him finally scoot along the seat and on wobbly legs, like Bambi’s first time on the ice, he wrapped his long arm around her shoulders and followed her lead out of the pub.
    The last thing Wayne heard before the door closed and his four friends were all outside was Brody warning Jefferson that a punch to his friend’s face would do nothing but put him in jail for the night, just to have Jefferson’s slurring voice tell Bryce to back the hell away from his wife.
     
    “Everything alright here?” The waitress was back to clear of the table, which was left in quite a mess, now that he looked back at it.
    “Sorry about this, let me help you out.” He knew he could put on the charm whenever he wanted to, and tonight he definitely needed to. The amount of beers had made him relaxed and frankly, a tad too horny to go home by himself. There was nothing he found more useless than rubbing himself in the shower later instead of using himself up inside a pretty girl.
    For a few minutes he helped her clean off the table, wiping up a few beer spills on the seat where Bryce had been sitting, and took the beer pitchers out of her hands to carry them across the floor and put them behind the bar.
    “Thanks. You didn’t have to do that.” She smiled shyly, and that right there was his signal.
    “When do you get off work tonight?” His voice just had to ask, it felt like it was automatic, the most common question in his vernacular. The work seemed to already be prepared and done. The only thing left was nakedness and sex. Sweaty, clingy sex. She looked like someone who could cling like a vine around his muscles, letting their moist bodies rub against one another until one of them screamed for release.
    She looked down at the watch sitting tight on her slight wrist, then met his eyes once more.
    “I can be off like right now, if you’d like?
    “Alright, but you have to drive. Those beers you poured us won’t do well on my record if I get caught, knowing one of the other guys around the table tonight was the Sheriff.”
    “Sure. Let me just tell my boss and I’ll be with you in a second.”
    Oh, she sure was with him alright. Not just then, but was going to be for the rest of the evening.
     
    All night he tossed her around among her bed sheets, trying to keep that erection rock hard blocking out Brody’s idiotic comment about fluid stained sheets, and fucked her all the way into the morning with just a few breathers and snack breaks in between.
     
    This is why he didn’t want a girlfriend, he thought. Mindless fucking was absolutely fantastic: a new mouth breathing, a new voice screaming into his ear every weekend was paradise enough. Why change something so good? Something that had worked since he was in high-school. Making out, grabbing tits, having sex. No one asking when to see him again, or ‘what this thing between them’ was all about.
     
    Some might have called him out for being a rude man-whore. Especially other women whom he didn’t sleep with. Maybe they were just jealous ? he used to think. He knew what he had to offer physically and was damn proud of it. Six-pack abs, a tall height towering 6 foot 4, a nicely tattooed back and right shoulder, and from anatomy and biology classes, and years of experience within the medical field he knew his way around a woman’s body. Every nook and every cranny. If a part of skin existed anywhere, he’d know about it. And God how he loved taking advantage of that knowledge. Every weekend, every town, with just healthy check-up midweek to make sure things were good to go. Never