Pit: The A**hole Club Series by Saffire Blue (summer books txt) 📕

but I lift my hand and put my finger over my lips. She scrunches up her face in confusion.

“Chi-chi-chi,” I say. “Listen, you’ve had your one ride. It’s never happening again. Stop running your ass up on me before I put out a restraining order. I have camera footage of your crazy ass lurking around my car. That shit stops tonight.”

Her crestfallen face means nothing to me. I told her from the first night she wasn’t getting more than a quick fuck and nut. I turn back to Cirah and lead her the rest of the way out. Clearly, I’m not in the mood.

“You come through in a week or so. I should have something for you,” I say to Cirah as I push the front door open and walk out of the bar.

“Yeah, I’ll see you then.”

My eyes are back on her ass as she makes her way to her car. I shake my head. I truly should rethink that rule. I wouldn’t mind having her in my bed once, maybe twice.

I move to lean against the side of the bar and put my head back. I’m exhausted. That’s what my ass gets. I know damn well I’m getting too old for jumping out of planes and drinking all damn night.

I grin as I think of the crew. Last night was fun. However, I can’t help wondering where the fuck Kelex was. Something’s up with his ass.

I pull a cigarette and pop it into my mouth. Flicking the lighter open, I squint at the car that pulls up into the spot right in front of me. I don’t have any more appointments tonight but from this car, I’m sure whoever’s driving is here for me.

The shiny new blue Maserati has my attention right away. As do the red heels that hit the ground once the driver’s door opens and the owner steps out. I groan instantly.

I’d know those sexy ass heels anywhere. I’m just not sure why the hell they’re in my parking lot. The owner of these heels makes it her business to stay the fuck away from me when the rest of the crew isn’t around and I do the same when it comes to her.

Mayven “Skittles” Jennings is what you call trouble. Every time I’m around her I get into some shit. Yet I can’t keep my dick from getting hard every time I see her. Twelve years and I still haven’t squashed the feelings she stirs in me.

I scoff to myself. Never the same car. She has as many of those as she has shoes.

I pull my cigarette from my lips and blow the smoke to the side as I watch her lean her hip against the door of her car as she stares back at me. Damn she looks good.

Those tight ass jeans need to be on my bedroom floor while I finally get a taste of that pussy. I’m sure it’s as pretty as her face. Skittles has only become more gorgeous with time.

And that’s still not a strong enough word for her stunning eyes and lush lips. I’ll admit it. I’ve wanted those lips around my cock for twelve years.

I’ve watched porn and thought of her face on the chick a time or two. Fuck, I’ve been in some pussy and imagined the chick was her if I’m going to be completely honest. I’m not even going to analyze why this woman fucks with my head so much.

“You got a purpose here?” I mutter before taking another drag from my smoke.

She folds her arms over her chest and looks at my cigarette with disgust. It’s no secret she hates the fact that I smoke. I’ve heard it more times than I can count.

“I need your help,” she says the words, but the way her mouth moves you’d think she just chewed on some shit.

“It’s about time you came to your senses. We can be at my place in fifteen,” I tease as I let smoke pour from my nose.

She rolls her eyes. “Will, this was hard enough for me. Don’t be an asshole.”

“Isn’t that what you call me? Why change now?”

Yup, I earn my place in The Asshole Club. I absently rub at the tat that stamps my right to stake the claim. Still haven’t decided if the tattoo over my shoulder and peck was a good idea. Again, a decision I’ve made because of this woman standing in front of me.

I take one last pull from my smoke and flick it to the ground. Smooth as a motherfucker, I saunter over to Skittles and her expensive ride. She doesn’t just own cars, she always has the nice shit.

She tilts her head back to look up at me as I get closer. I love that she’s so much shorter than me. It makes me want to grab her thick ass up and toss her around.

Damn, I bet I could fuck her little ass up against my office door. We don’t have to bother with heading to my place at all. Heck, I have a spot I can drive us to where I can take her ass right on the hood of this car. I’m gonna second-guess my sloppy seconds rule tonight too.

“Your eyes always give away when you’re fucking me in your brain. Cut that shit out. I’m serious. I need your help,” she says.

“With what?” I say as I look down at her and mirror her stance, folding my arms over my chest.

My hackles go up when a pensive look crosses her face. Skittles doesn’t do pensive. Not over the years since that first night. Her slick ass mouth always has an answer for me.

It’s like she breathes to have a clap back for me. Another reason I’ve imagined my cock in her mouth so much. I can’t think of a time I haven’t had to tell her to shut the fuck up.

“You’re not going to like this,” she says after chewing on her plump lower lip long enough to distract