Vander slid the final glass into its place, sighing in relief. Kids were out, Benzo thankfully babysitting. He'd already thanked the man graciously and paid him.

She was coming over. Which wasn't a problem, not at all. Ever since she'd strolled into Vander's bar a while ago they hit it off, and had been talking regularly ever since. But one thing was definitely causing Vander some problems.

Fuck. He wanted her so bad. For the last four or so years now, he's been focusing on the kids, the bar, and making sure the enforcers didn't come prowling around down here. That's it. No personal life other than Benzo and a few other mates. So when he developed a slight attraction to her, his brain must've hyperfixated or something.

Now, if he didn't get off at least once before hanging out with her, sex would be all he could think about. Picturing her naked the whole time, desperately trying not to get hard. He'd dealt with that one too many times.

So he rushed upstairs, into his private room in the upper part of the bar. Barely got in his bed before kicking off his boots and shucking down his pants just barely enough to pull out his dick. Already half-hard just from thinking of her, he wrapped a hand around himself and started stroking fast and hard, letting his head fall back, mouth open and panting slightly. Of course - picturing her.