My Baby Girl fuckin’ snapped.

Kenna shoved Devon to the side—it was all just a blur really—and with the strength of a giant troll, she pushed Brigid. The puny European bitch went flying—again, just one big blur—screaming like a fuckin’ banshee, landing hard and skidding across the floor. Kenna was gearing up to pounce, but Devon wrapped his arms—I was gonna break those—around her and held her back.

Jason popped up to his knees next to me in the booth, craning his head to watch as Brigid’s legs spread out, showing the bar all sorts of snatch.

“Would you look at that?” he crowed, pointing. “It looks like a busted fuckin’ taco! The beef is spillin’ out an’ e’erythan’! Where the fuck’s Flipper? We need Mexican verification on that!”

Devon gently pushed Kenna on me, and I wrapped my arms around her.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, horrified.

“The fuck for?” I asked, all fired up again.

Kenna slithered off my lap, watching Devon haul Brigid to her feet. The woman had the wisdom to run out and not look back.

“Devon, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let her get to me.”

“No worries, Doc. You’ve taken enough shit from her to last a lifetime,” he said. He gave me a peculiar look, but then he just headed out of the bar, following the trash.

Kenna stood there, looking like she was really disappointed in herself.

“Come here,” I said.

She moved to stand next to me, and I slid my hand up between her legs.

“Phil!” she hissed.

Looking up all innocent-like, I pushed the pad of my thumb into her sweet spot. “Hmm?”

“Stop it!”

“I don’t wanna! Come on. Don’t I get a little somethin’ for not tearin’ into the motherfucker right here?”

Jason snorted, and I turned to glare at him.

“Fuck you, douche.”

“I thought you said it didn’t work for anyone but Baby Girl.”

Rolling my eyes, my head swiveled back to Kenna, who had moved my hand away from her sweet warm crotch. I pulled her onto my lap, and my dick jumped.

Motherfucker. Looked like I didn’t have whiskey dick after all.

“Let’s go fool around,” I said.

She laughed. My dick went Ironman.

“Come on. Please?” I begged, wiggling my groin under her ass. “I’ll make sure you come four, maybe five times.”

“Pfft!”

“At least three.”

Her laugh was warm and alive, a breathing fuckin’ entity that stroked me from the inside out.

“Maybe just once, but it’ll be good. You know I’ll keep goin’, Baby Girl.”

“I know.”

“Is that a yes?”

“No.”

“Is it a no then?”

“Yes.”

“Damn it.”

She pulled out her phone, and I totally felt her up, slipping my hands up under her shirt.

“Hey, Tiny. I’ve got Phil and Jace here in the bar, and they’re way wasted—”

“Is this the black bra I got you?” I asked, running my thumb over a lacy nipple. It was all tight and pebbled. Cool.

She slapped my hand, so I pinched her back.

“Thanks, Tiny. See you guys in a bit then.”

I buried my face in her neck, licking and kissing her gorgeous skin. She tasted like honey and cream and…

“Vanilla,” I groaned. “You’re diabolical, Baby. Why do you hate me so much?”

“You know I don’t hate you, Phil,” she said, her voice low and rich.

I could feel it. It was like warm velvet touching me all over.

“Fuck, I want you so bad…” I groaned.

Next to me, Jason gave off a light snore. Son of a bitch had passed out.

Sweet. Then, maybe Baby Girl wouldn’t mind too much if I put my hand back on her crotch.

“Damn it, Phil—”

“It’s my fuckin’ pussy, Kenna. I don’t even know why I let you keep it away from me. Ain’t right, woman. I need it. Give it to me.”

She was laughing at me, but I couldn’t care less. She was laughing, and that was fuckin’ awesome. I hadn’t heard it too much lately. I fuckin’ missed it.

“Miss you,” I told her, shoving my face in her neck and sniffing her.

Her arms went around me. “I miss you, too.”

“Just make it stop.”

“You’re the only one who can do that, babe.”

“I hate you.”

“I know.”

“I don’t. I love you. I love you, love you, love you. You’re so awesome, Baby Girl. The best. I just wish I wasn’t such a fuckin’ fuck-up.”

Sighing, she kissed the top of my head, and I smiled ’cause that made me so stupid happy. She twisted, and I raised my head.

Tiny and Carl. Damn it.

“You ready to go, Mr. D?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Kenna got off my lap, and I tried to stand, but the world fuckin’ went all slanty and shit. Tiny caught me under my armpit and grunted. Tiny was a huge motherfucker, probably outweighed me by fifty pounds or more. Kenna slipped under my other arm, and my hand went straight for a tit.

“Phil!”

“Leverage!” I barked.

Carl lifted Jace up into his arms like the little lady he was.

He woke up enough to swipe the whiskey off the table and cradle it to his chest. “Hey, Carl. You’re lookin’ awfully sexy.”

“Thank you, Mr. Jones.”

Kenna was trying to hold in her laughter. I wished she wouldn’t do that.

Next thing I knew, I was back in the shitty little room that Connor’s initiated ass should be in, and Kenna was tugging off my boots.

“Thought you said no!” I shouted, grabbing her. “Why you taking off my clothes, woman? You said no!”

“I’m getting you ready for bed, babe.”

Rolling us till I was squishing her flat into the bed, I was sloppy-eating her face. She didn’t seem to mind too much. I even got to play with her titties a bit.

When I woke up, facedown on the bed and fully clothed, I was less drunk but not by much. Kenna wasn’t in the bed with me. Raising my head, I saw her sleeping in the other bed. Death had crawled into my mouth, so I got up and somehow made it to the bathroom. I fell asleep on the toilet for a few minutes. At some point, I opened my eyes and wasn’t pissing no more. Getting up, I managed to brush my teeth and strip to my skivvies, and then I stumbled back to bed.

Her bed.

“Phil?”

“Who else would it be?” I grunted, all pissy and shit.

“What are you doing in my bed?” she snapped.

“Shut up, woman. My place in this world is by your side. Fuckin’ accept it.”

Wrapping myself around her, I passed the fuck out.

Vanilla. Light and sweet…

My own moan woke me up. My face was buried in her neck, and I was starving for her. Hand smoothing down over her tits, I pushed my aching dick into her ass, grinding hard. My hand slipped beneath her panties, finding her dripping wet and lava hot.

“Oh, fuuuck, Baby Girrrl…”

She just sighed—not unhappily, but a resigned sort of noise.

“You’re so fuckin’ wet…” I groaned.

“I’m always wet for you, Phil.”

As I bit her shoulder, my fingers slipped into the slick folds, finding her sweet spot.

“For fuck’s sake,” I swore.

“I told you it would be a bad idea to sleep in the same bed,” she hissed, yanking my hand out of her panties.

Dying to fuckin’ taste her sweet slice, I sucked my fingers clean. She moaned. I didn’t think she meant to, but she rubbed her soft bubblebum into my dick, and I nearly came right then and there.

“You’re just so fuckin’ perfect,” I told her, rubbing my face in her hair. “So gorgeous. Wonderful. I’m dyin’ to be a part of you again, Kenna…”

“Me, too.”

But she pulled herself out of my arms, and my head started to pound. Hangover hell was beating its way into my skull. I needed some fuckin’ water. Angel of Mercy, she brought me a bottle.

Kenna walked around the room, getting her shit together, and panic hit me hard.

“What are you doin’?”

“I’m leaving,” she replied, like it was no big thing.

“Where are you goin’?”

“Home.”

A little too fast, I shot up. “What?”