Pyke novel Chapter 4

Did she just walk out? She walks out of the coffee shop with her sexy ass without looking back. That cantankerous of a woman just walked out on me.

Un-fucking-believable!

Well, that’s new because women often come to me and not the opposite.

She’s right though, and I never deny the fact that I love to have fun with women, and stays single. I feel suddenly guilty. This city has a lot to offer, lots of interesting people, lots of food to taste, lots of beer to drink, lots of pus—

I startle when someone nudges my shoulder. I look up to see my cousin, Xandry.

“Seriously, you look like your goldfish just died,” Xandry remarks, taking a seat where that sexy cantankerous has seated.

“Don’t talk about goldfish like that when Bash is around,” I snicker.

He chuckles, “How’s your dick?”

The waitress left after taking our order, but Xandry doesn’t miss to take a look at the waitress’ ass.

“My dick is just fine, asshole. Stop asking about my baby in a public place like this. They think something happens to him.”

Xandry smiles, leaning his back against the chair. He scans his eyes around the almost full booths in the coffee shop.

“So, why were you frowning earlier? You didn’t even notice me coming in. I called you twice, but your mind seemed so far away, probably in between woman’s thighs?” He smirks.

Sometimes he is nosier than his twin, Saph but he’s one of my best friends. We have a lot of things in common—one of them is we both love women. We call him leg-spreader.

“Nothing,” I answer glumly. I hope he won’t pry anymore.

“Are you sure? Then what happened to your cheek?” he asks, arching his brow.

My hand flies to my cheek. “I hit the door,” I try to ignore his scrutinizing gaze on me.

He laughs at my poor excuse. I know he doesn’t buy it. “Did a woman hit your cheek?”

What can I say? He’s right. A woman hit me.

“I heard from Wright last night that there is a fearless woman hit you in your baby face,” he adds, rubbing his thumb on my bruised cheek.

“Don’t touch me, asshole. You could have jerked off on your way. Do you even wash your hands?” Pushing his hand off of my face, I cringe at the thought of Xandry jerking off in his car.

“I didn’t touch anything or jerk off, man,” he replies, showing me his goofy smile.

I grab a coffee that the waitress placed on the table. I didn’t get a good sleep. That hot piece of a woman completely plagued my mind with dirty thoughts about what could I possibly do to her. I was so glad to enter the coffee shop and found her here, then boom! She walked out on me.

I thought I was lucky that I could hit on her and make her agree to go out with me, then I end up banging her on the different surfaces of the hotel room, but instead, she gave me the longest speech than the State of the Union Address.

“Hey!”

I startle. “What?” Irritation creeps in my voice.

“Spill it, man. Since when did you become so secretive? If that woman turned you down then forget it.”

Scratching my five o’clock shadow, I say, “Yeah, I said something inappropriate but not enough for her to mark me like this.”

He looks amused. “What did you exactly say?”

“That Brittany or Gisele or whatever her name was got out from my office after I pressed her against the door. When I opened it, I almost bumped into that brunette then I said we could have a threesome.” I rub the back of my neck, feeling my face heats with embarrassment.

I’ve never been ashamed of sharing my active sex life with my best friends, but now I don’t know why I feel suddenly reluctant to share it with Xandry.

“She doesn’t know who you are, does she? Because if she knew you, she would be glad accepting your invitation. Have you seen her before?”

I shake my head. “Impossible I won’t remember her if I saw her before. She’s hot as hell. She’s not my type though, but I swear to God if she ever gets off my mind since I met her.”

Xandry’s eyes gleamed, and I can imagine what’s in his mind right now. Probably the same thing I thought about that brunette last night.

“But she has a big mouth,” I add, wrinkling my nose.

“How big?” he asks with a laugh.

“Infuriatingly big.”

“Wow! Do you think you’ll see her again?”

I shrug.

“I bet on you, man. She’s gonna end up in your bed, screaming your name over and over again till her throat hurts, asking for more while you take her from behind.” Xandry’s lips curve into a devilish smirk.

“Nah. Not interested in her. For what? I have an endless list of women. Why bother for someone who is not interested in me?” I say with a hint of dismay.

There is an unsettled feeling in the pit of my belly. I also feel a pang inside my chest.

“I bet my car. She will end up in your bed in less than a month. She’s a challenge to you, Pyke.”

I shake my head stubbornly. “She’s nothing!”

“Really? Then why did you look so lost and sounded disappointed? Are you afraid of losing your quarter profit?” he asks in a challenging tone.

My eyes narrow. “You won’t dare bet your car, Williams!” He’s probably joking because his car is Saph’s gift, and it means everything to him.