Chapter Seven
“GET THE f**k out of here,” I ordered, shoving Brandy away from me. I’d found her waiting for me on my porch after leaving Griffin’s. She’d been sitting there, alone in the dark, just like always. Needing me to get her off before returning to her boss.
Always loving a challenge, she ignored my anger. “Come on, baby, don’t be like that,” she pouted, snuggling up against me. She reached down, below my button, and began caressing my c**k through the fabric. “See, he already wants to come out and play.”
“You’ve got a lot of f*****g nerve,” I muttered, letting her stroke me. The truth was I was still hornier than a mother-fucker and needed to do something about it. I didn’t care for the whores at Griffin’s and with everything that had gone on at the club, there hadn’t been time
