Free The Winter of Regrets by Needa Warrant Page A

in the back room with this asshole. He passed her the bottle and she took a long chug, letting the liquor burn down her throat; maybe that’d help make this bearable.
    “Want your cock sucked, or do you wanna fuck me?” she asked, her voice hoarse from the whiskey. The sooner she got this over with, the better.
    He stared at her, then let his legs fall open. “Yep. Unzip and pull it out,” he said, letting his head loll back on top of the couch.
    Rebecca knelt between his legs and fumbled with his heavy belt buckle for a few minutes. Finally opening it and unzipping his jeans, she found his cock. He didn’t move as she pulled it free from his pants and held on to it. It wasn’t getting bigger as she stroked. She tried harder, jerking him with mounting strength until the sound of his snore made her jump back.
    The bastard passed out on her.
    With a sigh, she grabbed the bottle and curled up on the far end of the ratty old couch. Looking at him passed out with his dick hanging out made her laugh quietly. Good, let him sleep, she thought. She wasn’t in the mood to suck the drunken biker off or hear his war stories, anyway. She’d stay where she was and let him think she’d given him the best blow job he’d ever gotten. Resting her head on the arm of the couch and watching him snore noisily, she closed her eyes and let the sound of his snores be the last thing she heard before she, too, fell asleep.
     

     
    A n abrupt kick to the couch jarred both Nailz and Rebecca awake.
    Nailz looked over in horror at the girl on the other end of the couch and her smeared makeup. With a start, he realized his pants were open and his dick hung out. He stuffed his junk back into his jeans and zipped them up.
    Holy shit. He cheated on Jo with this ugly bitch. He looked up to see Bullet and Snake staring down at him hard. He tried to figure out what the hell he was doing up in Central Jersey’s clubhouse anyway. His head ached like a motherfucker and he felt sick. He tried to shut his eyes against the light, but the couch shook again, this time even harder.
    “We got a meeting,” said Bullet, “so say goodbye to Rebecca and get yourself up. Tramp ain’t in the mood to wait for your ass much longer.”
    “Rebecca.” Snake folded his arms. “Recall what I told you last night? I meant every word of it. If I hear that you told anyone you were with Nailz, I’ll cut that tongue out.” Snake pointed to the door. “Get the hell out of here. Club’s closed to sluts, now. Don’t try to lurk around.”
    “I promised you Snake,” she finally responded, rubbing sleep out of her eyes. “Nobody will ever know about … what Nailz and I did last night.” She looked at Nailz, whose eyes reflected only horror. “I … had a great time, and I know you did too,” she said quietly. “Next time you come back up here, we can party again. I’m always happy to make a bro feel good. Thanks sweetie.” She gave Nailz a wink, then smiled widely as she left.
    The second she’d gone, Nailz roared, “What the fuck?? There’s no fucking way I touched that chick! I don’t even know why I’m up here. I must’ve drank a few bottles of Jack.”
    Snake grinned. “You were so hot for Rebecca, that’s for sure. Couldn’t wait to get her back here. I’d say you had a good ol’ time last night. She won’t say shit,” he added. “I told her what would happen if she did. Get the fuck up, you’ll be lucky to have time to take a piss. Tramp’s waiting.”
    Nailz tried to recall the night before, but it was a total blur. “I fucked up real bad, didn’t I?” he said, a touch of sadness in his voice. Jo was going to flip out because he hadn’t come home. By the look on Snake’s and Bullet’s faces, he knew he’d made a serious error in judgment.
    Bullet just stood there with arms crossed. “You gonna tell me you got no memory of last night? At all?”
    Nailz tried to shake his head, but he felt the bile creeping up his throat and bolted