I sobered, and my dick softened, at the mention of her name.
"What the hell has Neala got to do with us shagging?" I asked.
Laura smiled. "This is her brother's engagement party, and I've been around you enough to know explosive shite happens when you're both at the same function. I don't want to jump to the top of her hit list by being on your arm tonight."
I growled in annoyance, "Neala doesn't get a say in who I fuck."
"No," Laura agreed, "but when she is mad at you, she will get you back no matter who you're fucking and she is always mad at you. I don't fancy her pulling some stunt while we get down and dirty in the bathroom."
This wasn't happening.
"Don't do this to me, Laura. I need you tonight," I pleaded.
Yeah, I pleaded with a woman to have sex with me, so sue me. I wasn't the first man to do it, and I wouldn't be the last.
Laura smiled that sexy smile of hers, and gave me one more chaste kiss before she whispered on my lips, "Until next time, Wicked Mouth."
She turned and broke the pulsing heartbeat in my cock as she walked away. I looked at her arse and instantly narrowed my eyes at the tortious hump.
Did she really need to sway so much?
"Women," I grunted, and looked away from Laura's arse, and up to the ceiling of the pub.
I took a few deep breaths.
I grunted in annoyance when I thought of her.
Neala Clarke.
The evil little menace has managed to work her way into my sex life. She single handily just cock blocked me... and she didn't even fucking know about it.
"Bloody woman!" I snapped.
The noise of the punters in the pub filled my ears until a familiar voice got my attention.
"What's the matter, little brother?"
I sighed as I looked to the concerned gaze of my older brother. "Laura just turned me down because of Neala."
I spat out her name like it was poison in my mouth.
Justin's eyebrows jumped. "Why?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "Something about her being worried Neala would target her for being with me."
Justin laughed and it annoyed me.
This wasn't funny.
Nothing about a male not getting pussy was funny.
Nothing.
"Care to explain why you're being a dick, and laughing at me?" I asked.
Justin chuckled, "Why does everyone make Neala out to be something she isn't? She's probably the sweetest girl I know, and just happens to have an attitude every now and then. Sounds like every woman I've ever met if I'm honest."
I gawked at my brother.
Was he having a laugh?
"Neala Clarke is the Devil in disguise, brother. You had better realise that. Sweet is the last word I would use to describe her... she is evil incarnate."
Justin cracked up laughing again, and like before, it pissed me off.
"Fuck you, man."
Justin waved his hand at me. "I'm sorry," he said as he tried to calm himself down.
He did, but only after another minute.
"I understand you both have history, but I love that she gets to you this much. You actually freak out about her."
I furrowed my eyebrows. "You find it funny that a woman pisses me off?"
"No, I find it funny that she gets under your skin and you like it and hate it at the same time."
What the hell?
"I don't like-"
"Don't lie. Don't say you don't like Neala, because you do. You hate her because you want her so much. It's obvious, to me anyway."
My brother has lost his bloody mind.
"There is something wrong with you. I don't want Neala in any way."
Justin smirked, but said nothing and it bothered me.
"What?" I snapped.
He laughed, "Nothing, bro, nothing."
I shook my head. "You're a dick."
Justin clasped his hand on my shoulder and squeezed. "I may be a dick, but I'm an honest one."
With that said he walked off, and greeted some of the other locals. I stared after him feeling utterly confused. This was the first time he has ever mentioned that he thinks I liked Neala, but he was very wrong.
I didn't like her.
I hated her.
I just enjoyed messing with her from time to time.
Sure, I sometimes felt like I needed the Neala adrenaline rush to keep me sane, but that didn't mean I liked her, it meant I liked her reaction to my bullshit. That's all. I didn't like her. Not one bit.
"You look absolutely horrified about something."
I blinked my eyes, and turned my head to the right and saw Sean standing next to me.
"Justin thinks I like Neala," I said, and shook my head.
Sean remained silent so I turned to face him.
"Don't tell me you think the same thing?" I asked, shocked.
Sean shrugged, but still remained silent.
"For fuck's sake. I don't like her. I can't stand the witch!"
Sean laughed at me, but continued to look at me as he held his tongue.
"Say something or I'm going to sock you one!" I warned.
Sean licked his lips and said, "Don't hit me... but I agree with Justin."
Oh, Christ.
"What the hell? But it's not true. I don't like her!" I stated.
Sean raised an eyebrow at me and grinned. "You're possessive of her. You never let anyone pick on her growing up. You-"
I cut Sean off. "Because she was mine to torture."
"You wouldn't go to any parties unless she was in attendance. You-"
I jumped in and cut Sean off, again. "Because they weren't any fun unless she was there so I could wind her up!
Sean lightly chortled. "You punched Kenny and Luke Spencer in the face because they said she was hot at her sixteenth birthday party. You-"
Again, I cut him off. "Because I didn't want to deal with a boyfriend when I was torturing her... How can you not see any of this?"
Sean shook his head, still not convinced.
"You admitted that seeing her makes your day."
"Because I know I drive her mad every time I see her, and that makes me happy."
Sean pinched the bridge of his nose. "You never shag brunettes even though you told my they are your preference - you only get into blondes, redheads, or black haired girls, never brunettes."