50 More Sexcapades novel Chapter 24

“What’s it gonna be, big man?” the flirty bartender inquired. I looked her up and down and mumbled “Jack and coke- make it a double.”

“Coming right up!” The girl swung her hips as she went to fix my drink and I slightly leaned back, to check out the bar’s patrons. It was tourist season here in the Moondocks, and unsurprisingly, the Vineyard Vines-wearing crowd had found their way to one of the only few tourist-safe bars left in town. They parked their ritzy boats out on the dock almost a mile away and still found their way to this obscure joint, far off the road.

I blame it on the too-cheap drinks. Rich people would always find their way to a good deal no matter what, though the lakeside bars charging $15 for a beer weren’t doing so bad themselves.

The girl returned with my glass and complimented my beard, trying to strike up a conversation. I grumbled a quiet thanks and pretty much shooed her off with my body language. Yes, I may have been a stereotypical redneck: 6’5 with a big ol’ beard and a pick-up truck full of tools…but that didn’t mean I preferred a woman to satisfy me.

I focused my attention on the tv screen. They weren’t even airing the local team tonight, and instead had on some damn preppy college football team that no one who actually lived here ever watched.

God, 3 months of this bull I thought sourly, draining my glass. I knew I shouldn’t complain much. Summer meant rich tourist folk, which meant good business and good money for all the locals- including myself…but that didn’t make them any less irritating.

“Did one of those ballplayers screw your girlfriend or something, bro? Cause you are glaring at that screen pretty intensely.” The voice of the guy interrupted my thoughts and I looked over at him- handsome, dark hair, perfect teeth, clean-shaven, well dressed. It was like a uniform that I’d grown used to seeing. The only peculiar thing was the way he was grinning at me like a damn fool. I burrowed my brows and scoffed. “Don’t got a girlfriend to get screwed…”

“Ah, my bad. Boyfriend then?” What the? The damn nerve on this prep.

I glared at him and stood up, dropping some cash on the bar and heading out. That dude was weird as fuck and looking for a fight with the wrong guy.

“Hey come on man, lighten up- I was joking!” Did he follow me outside?!

“Do I fucking know you or something?” I turned around and was surprised to see the guy nearly matched my size physically. He shoved his hands into his polo shorts and shook his head. “Should I want to know you?” He asked.

“Fuck kinda question is that?” I kept on walking to my truck but he wouldn’t relent.