My Dirty Sinner

Chapter 47: Thanks

☆Soul☆

I walk out spottin' Gus at the bar, and go sit with him.

"I thought ya had summink ta do-"

"I did-" He starts, but I see my Tiny race past me and jump into Ryder's arms. I stand about to go break his fuckin' jaw, but Gus grabs my collar and puts me back into my seat.

"Don't even think 'bout it." He smirks. I look back to see them talkin' and then she starts takin' her top off! What the fuck? Then she points to what I see are some new tattoos and I relax in my seat, swiggin' my beer.

I grab my box of ciggies out of my pocket, and spark one up, as they carry on talkin' and he looks at her arm, but when I see him pull her vest away from her chest, I see red. I stand, only to be shoved back into my seat again!

"'E was fuckin-"

"It ain't none a ya business…. Ryder, leave ya sister alone." Wait! Sister!!??

"I'll pour us shots." She says as she rushes behind the bar, and Ryder takes a pew on the other side of Gus.

"She's got a tattoo she won't tell me 'bout!" Ryder whines. Now I'm fuckin' curious!

"She doesn't 'av ta tell you 'bout every damn one, boy. Maybe she got a boyfriends name 'n' is regrettin' it!" Gus smirks. A fuckin' boyfriend? She betta not 'av. I just catch her eyes flickerin' over to me, and that blush I love so much spreads over her. When her eyes come back to me, she can't look away. Now I'm even more fuckin' curious.

"Gus, ya gotta let me-" I growl, because I need to fuckin' keep her. Fuck, I'm struggelin' not to reach over and drag her across the bar so I can devour her, with the way she's looking at me. She wants to be mine if the look in her eyes is anything to go by. He just needs to give me permission-

"Nope." Gus says. For fuck sake! He's driving me insane with this fucking crap!

"What's that about?" I wait to see what excuse he will give her.

"Club business, Babygirl. Nothin' ta worry ya pretty little head ova. Ya blush 'as gone now."

"Dad!" She snaps, her eyes flickerin' back to me again. It's weird hearin' her call him dad.

"Stop makin' 'er blush. You know she gives 'erself away." Ryder laughs.

"You two are so fucking frustrating."

"It's easy ta stop," Ryder smirks.

"Really? Please, do tell me how I get ya both ta stop!" She asks as she gets out four shot glasses and pours out shots. Why did she get out four?

"Tell us what ya tattoo is." Ryder grins. I feel so creepy sittin' here listenin' to their conversation while bein' silent. But I wanna know, too.

"Ya could tell me 'bout those Soul bands, too." Gus adds. What are Soul bands, with the fact she blushin' redder than I've ever seen. I wonder if it's something to do with me.

"Just you two wait. You're so embarrassing. I may 'ave ta tell mum." She smirks.

"Ya wouldn't, Babygirl. You're bluffin'."
"Don't tell mom! That's low. Even for you." They both say at the same time.

"Try me! She doesn't like it when you two gang up on me… And it's no lower than what you and dad are doin' right now." She says sweetly, sticking her tongue out at them.

"Ah'ite. Ya got us, we'll leave ya be… for now." They pick up the shots, and there's still one there, and it's the one that was closest to me.

"That one for me, Tiny." I ask before she can tip it down her throat. She looks down at it, then to me. She grabs it and pushes it toward me, and without taking my eyes off hers I take it, our fingers brushing over each others and… How can the most simple touch, shoot pleasure straight to my cock?