“So,” the blonde said, “who do you want to take home with you?”
He nearly dropped his glass.
“Pick one of us, or take both of us. We want to be sure you’re not lonely tonight,” the redhead said.
“I haven’t had enough to drink to take on two women. Or maybe I’ve had too much to drink to do two.”
The blonde giggled while he downed the whiskey. She was looking better all the time. He knew she wanted him, the way she kept touching him.
But he didn’t like blondes. Not anymore. Not with Kimberly’s blondeness seared into his memory.
“Both of you, eh?” His gaze wandered up and down each woman. “You must be pretty good friends to want to share me.”
“We know what happened,” said the blonde, “and we want to make you feel better.”
His laugh forced its way out. “A man’s got no secrets from a woman who’s determined to know them.”
The redhead trailed her fingers across his forearm, circling his Semper Fidelis tat, the one with a snarling bulldog above the legend. “Charlie, the bartender, told us.”
“Like that tat, honey? Had it done during my first drunk after Parris Island—boot camp, you know.” He gulped the rest of his Bushmills while he watched the two confer.
Who knows what they’re thinking. Besides, my mind’s still on Kimberly.
He signaled for another drink. The blonde spoke just as he raised the glass for a sip.
“We’ve decided you’re going to have both of us tonight.”
“You have, huh? What’s your name? I’m Jake.”
The redhead stepped up, flashing teeth that glowed white in the club’s dimness. “She’s Connie. I’m Amanda. Let’s go, devil dog.”
Well, why the hell not? I don’t exactly have plans tonight. Not now.
He pulled Amanda to him, her breasts soft against his chest, and felt his cock stiffen. When he brought his mouth to hers, she opened wide for him. The kiss combined with the whiskey had his head spinning. He broke the clinch.
“I’m in no condition to drive,” he said.
“Leave it to us,” Connie said.
He knew he shouldn’t go with the women. Maybe they were setting him up for robbery—or worse. But he didn’t care. He was always faithful in a world that no longer valued loyalty.
Maybe he was just a chump, with his damned fidelity. Tonight, he’d throw it to the winds.
The women piled him into the back seat of an SUV. The summery Indiana air on his face felt like a caress. Within twenty minutes, all three of them were lounging on a king-sized bed in the closest decent hotel.