Chapter 193: Luke

She was fucking killing me. I asked for sexy and she gave me her version of sadistic. Not having my hands on her was one of the most painful exercises in futility I'd ever gone through. My plans before I arrived were to keep my hands entirely off her. That flew out the window within minutes of seeing that fucking dress. Though lifting it and admiring her bruises might not be the sexual fantasy of most red-blooded males, it fucking rocked my socks.

I had made reservations at an upscale restaurant that our band frequented when we felt like playing dress up. With Krispin's new wife, Angela, we were settling down and things like suits and ties were keeping us from being tossed out of places we seldom visited back in our crazier days. We weren't exactly known as the sit-down-dinner type of musicians.

So now I had a major problem. If any man looked twice at Machala, I planned to punch his lights out. Depending on his size, the management throwing us out might include calling the cops. Fuck