Some girls are born to wear jeans. Maybe it’s the way the fit displays her ass, or perhaps how the skin-tight denim reveals the alluring shape of her thighs. Whatever it might be, some women can be sexy as hell in nothing more than an old pair of Levi’s.

Gina was one of those girls. Blessed with nice tits and a figure that made blue jeans cling to her ass like Saran Wrap, she made my cock ache. That and the tight-fitting black tees issued by her work and, holy fuck, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her

We were together for months. Not like boyfriend and girlfriend. We didn’t go out to dinner with each other’s family and shit. No, we just drank. And fucked.

A lot.

We were fuck-buddies, friends with benefits, and we were good at it. It’s like that, sometimes. You find someone you can’t get along with during the day, but in bed, it’s dynamite. And it was with her. Our constant explosions were the stuff of local legend. Yeah, that was us, all right. At least until I found out she was fucking another guy.

Goddamnit, I was pissed. I couldn’t believe that bitch cheated on me. Me! How fucking dare she do that! Oh, I was hot when I confronted her. I yelled at her. I demanded to know who that cock sucker was. I asked her when she fucked him, how she fucked him…

I went off like a madman, is what I did. And then she told me straight up that I was the one who never wanted a committed relationship.

What the actual fuck!

That was hard to swallow. I was hurt and betrayed, and I wanted to blame her for making me feel that way, even though I fucking knew it was my fault.

It was my fault because she was right, the bitch. I’m the one who wanted it casual. Fuck! But I was pissed, and I couldn’t let her get away with it, even if she was right.

So, I called her slut.

That's what did it. Not because I was wrong, exactly, because she was a fucking slut. But that didn't mean she was easy. She wasn't the kind of bitch who fucked every guy in the bar. Hell, it took me half a dozen dates to get her out of those jeans, so I knew damn well how much she valued what she had.

It was only once we were together that she revealed just how hot her Latin blood could burn. If she had limits in bed, I never found them. Gina was the kind of slut you kept, but I was too proud and too fucking stupid to do it.

I had a few flings over the next few months, but they just didn’t scratch the itch the way she did. It was like she had moved into my head and decorated it with cute fucking pictures and a dog bed for her little shit of a chihuahua! I couldn’t evict her from my thoughts.

The truth was, I missed her, even though I wouldn’t admit it. Especially to Gina. At the time, I wasn’t even sure why I went back. One minute I was on my way home, and the next I was walking right back into the spider's web.

And I was in a shitty mood when I arrived. So, I went in, got a beer from the bar, and grabbed a pool cue to knock some balls around. That's when I saw her bringing a bunch of beers to a table full of good ol’ boys who looked like they could pound nails with their foreheads.

They were the exact types of men she would be attracted to, I thought, and she was all smiles and shit, laughing and flirting like she wanted to pull a train right there at the fucking table.

Man, I got pissed. My vision turned red and my sight narrowed until only her sexy little body was in focus. It was jealousy. I knew that, even then. But goddamnit, she’d walked right past me and didn’t bother to do anything but roll her fucking eyes! My vision narrowed and my blood got hot. I was burning with rage, but my cock got hard as a fucking rock. And it was that tight black top with those short-ass sleeves and the words ‘The Rusty Nail’ scrawled over her tits in golden letters, and those goddamn, tight-assed jeans…

oo0oo

How dare that fucker come in here? After the way he went off, just seeing him made me mad as hell. He came waltzing like he fucking owned the place and picked up a cue without even trying to speak to me. I tried to ignore him, but I could feel his eyes following me around, the fucking prick.

We had a good thing, you know? And then he loses his mind because I fucked someone else? It was an open thing! It wasn’t like he ever asked me to be his girlfriend. He made it clear I was nothing but a booty call, and then he fucking explodes when he finds out I was with someone else? Well, holy hell fire, why not fucking crucify me!

The longer I felt him looking at my ass, the madder I was getting. I swore that if he looked at me one more time, I was gonna go off.

But, damn, did he look good in his fucking Levi’s. Worn just enough to be sexy and just tight enough to show the outline of his big cock and sack. What I would have given for another chance at riding that big dick again. It was lucky for him that we weren’t still together. As mad as I was, I might have bitten it off and handed it to him.

Goddamnit, why did he have to come back into my life? And the bar was mine! I worked there! All the friends he made there were mine first! If he had half a fucking brain and the balls to be a man, he’d have stayed away. I was fine until he came strutting back in here and bam, all I could think of was having that dick in my cunt again!

I was falling in love with the guy and he up and dumped me because I fucked someone else? Well, damnit, I only did it because he wouldn’t make a commitment! I just wanted to shake him, and maybe get even with him for treating me like a whore, even if I kinda was. But that wasn’t the fucking point!

Damn him to hell, anyway!

I could see he was pissed. Rolling my eyes always set him off and he was just standing at the table, fingering that cue and glaring at me with those big, dark, smoldering eyes.

Fuck!

He was making me crazy, madder than an angry hornet, and I couldn’t take it anymore. Walking to the bar, I grabbed a beer by its neck before stomping over to where he was standing. Our eyes met just as I reached him. His big, pearly white smile spread on his chiseled face and my heart just skipped a fucking beat. Fuck that, I thought. I wasn’t letting that basted beguile me again.

So, I poured the bottle right over his head.

“Screw you, Jake!” I spat. “How dare you come in here just to stare at my ass? I hope you got a good fucking look because you are never touching it again. Now, I hope you enjoy watching it walk away!”

Jake was stunned, and the whole bar went silent as I stood there laughing as his stupid, shocked expression melted into one I knew all too well. His brow furrowed and his eyes narrowed. His lips drew back, and I could see he was about to explode. Damn, it was so fucking sexy that my cunt exploded with wetness.

I also knew I’d really done it this time. His mind was counting down and I didn’t want to be there when he reached zero. Turning quickly, I made a beeline for the woman’s room, hoping to get away before that temper of his went off like a fucking bomb.

I could feel him following and my blood rushed to my ears as I reached the door. I was sure I had gotten away when I felt his strong hand grab my arm.

oo0oo

That fucking bitch! I couldn’t believe she did that! Right in front of the whole fucking bar! Beer was dripping into my eyes, stinging like a motherfucker and soaking my shirt, and then she thought she could just walk away?

Oh, the fuck she could!

She was halfway to the bathroom before I moved, but I caught her just before the damn door closed, not that it would have stopped me. Grabbing her arm, I spun her around and pinned her against the wall. I would never hit a woman, even as much as I wanted to, so I just stood there, growling, and staring into her eyes.

And then I saw it. She was afraid of me. That hit me like a freight train. We’d fought like demons, thrown things at the walls, and screamed our lungs out at each other, but she’d never once shown any fear of me. I closed my eyes, letting go of her arm and forcing my rage down my throat before punching the wall on the other side of the door.

My hand exploded in pain, and then, Gina started laughing at me! She fucking laughed, and it wasn’t a cute little giggle. Oh, no. It was a full-on, belly full of utter disrespect. She could have cut my balls off, and it wouldn’t have hurt any more than that did.

Everyone in that bar was watching, and her laughter was beginning to spread. My anger flashed again, but this time directed toward the hicks she’d been flirting with. I may not be willing to hit a girl, but I had no issue with breaking a cue stick over another man’s jaw. I needed to get away from them before I did something stupid, so I grabbed Gina and dragged her into the ladies' room, slamming the door behind me.

oo0oo

I couldn’t fucking help it, I swear to God! One moment, I thought he was gonna clobber me, and the next, he was shaking his hand after punching a wooden beam. I was worried he broke it, but looking at him, drenched with beer and holding his hand in pain was just too much. I was either going to kiss him or scream, but instead, I started to laugh.

I mean, that was some funny shit. I loved how he chased me down, and even though he was as angry as I had ever seen him, he decided to fuck up his hand rather than my face.

It was fucking adorable! And more importantly, it meant he cared. The son of a bitch cared about me, and that’s all I ever wanted from the big clumsy lug. By the time he dragged me into the restroom, I could see he was calming down. He paced, back and forth in the small room, cradling his knuckles like a little boy. Damn, he was cute. I leaned back against the counter, watching him and giving him time to decide what he was going to do next.

My bet was that he was gonna storm out, but what he did next was the last thing I expected.

He laughed.

Not the big, hysterical laugh like I gave him. It was just a chuckle, but enough that I knew we could at least talk without killing each other. We were back in the cycle of fighting that defined our relationship, instinct, and old habits, replacing the hurt and pride that caused our break.

So, I went with it. “You can be a real asshole, Jake.”

“Me? You are the one who poured a beer on me! Why the hell did you do that? After all that time, are you still that pissed I broke up with you?”

Well, fuck. That left me quiet. The truth was that yes, I was still upset. I loved him, and he broke my heart by treating me like a piece of ass. But I’m the one who cheated, even if we weren’t supposed to be a thing. So I changed course. Moving toward him, I took his hand in mine and checked to see if he broke the fucking thing. “Does it hurt?”

oo0oo

Jesus, this chick could change course faster than a jackrabbit. One minute she’s humiliating me in public, the next she's cradling my injured hand like, well, like she cared. She was monkey-fucking my mind just like she always did.

But, damn, her hands were soft and gentle, even though I’d just scared the hell out of her. My emotions were whipping like barbed wire in a tornado and I did the only thing I could think of. I kissed her. Hard, driving her against the wall and sucking her tongue into my mouth.

Gina melted into me, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me as hard as I was kissing her. My blood was still hot, but now with something other than anger. My knee moved between her legs and she let me in, pressing her crotch against my thigh.

When the kiss broke, she pulled back just far enough to look into my eyes. “You are still a prick, Jake.”

“And you’re a bitch. But then that’s been true for us both all along.”

Gina smiled at me and kissed me again. I lifted her, putting her ass on the counter, and pushed her back so she was leaning against the wall. I had just popped the buttons on her jeans when she grabbed my hand.

“Seriously, you want to make-up fuck me in a bathroom? With the entire bar listening? Are you out of your mind?”

“If I am, it’s your fault.” Grabbing the top of her jeans, I looked straight in her eyes. “Lift your ass or I’m pulling you right off the counter.”

Gina’s eyes got wide, and that old, cock-hungry grin flashed across her face. Then she lifted her hips, letting me peel her jeans from under her ass and down her legs. “You could at least lock the fucking door, Jake.”

“Why? Everyone here knows you're a slut.”

“You asshole.” Her eyes were burning, but she lifted her ass again when I started pulling down her panties.

“Keep talking like that and I’ll fuck yours while I’m at it.”

Gina grabbed her panties off her foot and set them next to her on the counter. “Yeah, you’d love to make me scream with the whole fucking bar outside, wouldn’t you?” She was still talking shit, but her hands were busy opening my jeans.

Then she grabbed my cock and squeezed it hard. “At least you can still get it up. Without this, you’d be fucking worthless.”

In response, I reached down and plunged my finger into her cunt. The gasp that caused made me smile. “Well, look at that. You’re wet as fuck. I knew you missed me.”

“Yeah, like a toothache. Now fuck me, and make it fast before someone walks in here.”

She didn’t have to tell me twice. Grabbing her hips, I pulled her to the edge of the counter and brought my cock to her cunt. Gina’s eyes were filled with fire, and she gasped as she felt me entering her.

I was growling too, and Gina wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing her forehead against mine as I stabbed my cock into her. Her breath caught, and our eyes were locked with a mixture of rage, lust, and love, forming the best anger fuck we’d had yet. But that was us, wild, unstable, and dangerous. We thrived on that shit, and our need for it was why we worked so well.

And it was also why we were a fucking disaster.

But our fuse was lit, and we weren’t gonna stop until we exploded. Grabbing her by the hair over her ears, I started pounding her hard, making her body rock. Gina grabbed me by my wrists, bracing herself and snarling at me like a bitch in heat as I fucked her raw.

I was getting close and Gina knew it, so she lowered her hands, slipping her fingers into my belt loops and holding me tightly inside her.

“Slow down, fucker. There are two of us here, remember? If you come before I do, I’m gonna rip your nuts off. Now, fuck me like I know you can.”

My cock throbbed inside her, longing to paint her cunt white with cum, but I took a breath and pulled her off the counter.

“You want to cum?” I growled. “Then bend the fuck over”. Not waiting for her to move, I spun her around and pushed her over the sink.

Gina huffed as her arms landed on the cheap laminate counter. Then, I grabbed her hair on the top of her head and shoved my cock deep into her soaking wet cunt.

“Oh, fuck”, she winced as my balls slapped against her clit. “Fuck, yeah, Jake, show me you can be a man for a change.”

That was it. I yanked her head up so she could see me in the mirror. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll walk outta here bow legged.”

“That would be a fuckin first,” she spat just before I drew back and slammed into her hard enough to crush her on the counter's edge. After that, I gave it to her hard and deep, making her take every inch of my rock-hard prick.

Gina was trying to dig her fingers into that counter so hard that her knuckles were turning white.

Through the mirror, I could see her eyes become glossy as her body jerked under my brutal assault on her clasping hole. It was fucking incredible.

It was then that I felt her body tense up, and her legs began to shake. She was almost there, so I drove deep, stabbing into her as hard as I could, and then she went off like a fucking bomb.

Gina wasn’t a girl who came quietly. A high-pitched moan built in her throat, growing in pitch and volume as her orgasm ripped through her like a tsunami.

That was all I could take. My balls were boiling, and my cock felt like it was on fire as my cum erupted, shooting pulse after hot pulse right into her shaking body. Heat boiled from my skin, and I grunted hard as the last of my jizz flooded into her.

We were both exhausted, and I barely had the strength to put her ass back on the counter.

“Fuck, I bet everyone in the bar heard that,” she said, and then she burst out laughing.

“Probably so. But you look like you just had the shit fucked out of you, anyway.”

Gina scowled but looked in the mirror and sighed. She was red-faced, sweaty, and her hair had that just-got-fucked-wildness she always had when she came. “Well, shit. It isn’t the first time you’ve made me look like that here.”

“Nope. But don’t worry, you look sexy as hell,” I picked up her panties as I said it and slipped them into my pocket. Then I grabbed her jeans and slid them up her legs.

Gina hopped off the counter and buttoned them up before heading to the door. “You do realize that without my panties, your cum is gonna make a mess in my jeans, right?”

“Yup, and you are gonna smell like sex for the rest of your shift. That way, all those good ‘ol’ boys will know you’re mine."

Just before we left the bathroom, she turned to me. “Next time we go to your place, I’m gonna check your drawer to see how many of the panties you’ve collected aren’t mine, and I better not find any.”

“Does that mean I can see you tonight?” I replied with a smirk.

Gina stopped and her look got really hard. I tried to kiss her, but she pushed me away.

“No, Jake. It doesn’t mean you’ll see me there tonight. This shit is what got us into trouble in the first place. If you want me, you need to show me you want all of me, not just my cunt. You need to do it right, or we don’t do it at all.”

“Do it right? I asked, feeling her mood swing wildly again. “What does that even mean? If you want us to be exclusive, fine. I never cheated on you. That was your idea.”

Gina glared at me, that Latin anger coiling like a snake in her heart again. “You just don’t get it, do you? I cheated on you to make you jealous, asshole. I didn’t give two shits for that guy, and he was a lousy fuck anyway.”

That silenced me. I was shocked and didn’t know what to say. And then she put her arms around my neck. “I love you, Jake. What pisses me off is that I know you feel the same, but you never fucking say it. You are too wrapped up in your tough, overbearing masculinity to let me in. That needs to change.”

“Okay, Gina. I love you too. I thought we both understood that.”

Gina rolled her eyes but kept her arms around me. “No, that’s not good enough now. You can’t just say it after I do. I need you to show me. I need you to treat me like I should be treated.”

“Fine,” I said, feeling exasperated at where this was going. “So, how do you want to be treated?”

“Damn, Jake. I shouldn’t have to tell you that! But you have the mind of a brick. Spend some money on me for something other than beer. Make me feel like I’m worth it.”

Then she put her hand on my cock through my jeans. “Make me want to give up every other dick out there. Make me know I’m important to you. Do that, and I’m all yours,”

Gina kissed me again. “Go get a nice hotel room. And some real wine and some candies and flowers or some shit. Do it now and call me soon. Or don’t call me at all.”

And then, she left the restroom.

The door had barely closed when a chorus of cheers and catcalls rose from the men in the bar.

ooOoo.

Honestly, sometimes I don’t know what I see in that guy. How many bitches have to plan their own seduction? Not that I minded the bathroom fuck. It was just the kind of spontaneously dangerous shit that made Jake so exciting to be with. But dammit, I was gonna get treated like a lady for once, even if he never did it again.

Jake left the bar right after that, but at least he stopped and gave me a quick kiss before walking out the door. My friend, Janice, raised her eyebrows at that. “Well, look at you. Taming the beast and all that shit.”

“Yeah, we’ll see,” I told her while opening a beer. I’m clocking out. Tonight is either going to be something special, or I’m going to end up drinking a lot of these.”

“Okay.” She said, hugging me. “But if you two left a wet spot in there, you clean it before you go. I ain’t touching that shit.”