I moved on the stool to adjust the growing dick in my pants. Lifting my eyes back up her body, I had to suppress a damn moan.
She was fucking gorgeous.
“Goddamn woman, you look hot as hell! Still drink Buds?” Trevor asked as he leaned next to Cord and handed Paxton a Bud Light. Trevor would sometimes come and help Cord at the bar to earn extra money; I was wishing tonight hadn’t been one of those nights.
Paxton blushed and took a drink. “Thanks, Trev. You’re looking pretty good yourself.”
Trevor’s smile grew. “Dance with me, pretty lady. You owe me a raincheck.”
My head snapped to him as Cord and Tripp laughed. What in the fuck? My own brother?
Paxton took a drink, set down the beer, and nodded. I almost fell out of my chair.
“You can’t dance in those shoes.” It was out of my mouth before I could stop it.
“Oh damn boy. You fucked up,” Cord said as Tripp shook his head and gave me a what the hell glare.
Paxton faced me. Her eyes were dark as she let them roam over my body before she captured my gaze with hers. “How would you know?”
The words felt like a knife in my heart.
Trevor jumped over the bar, hit me on the shoulder and laughed. “You fucked up, bro.”
“So I’ve been told.”
I watched Trevor wrap his arm around Paxton’s waist and lead her to the dance floor. Anger boiled in my blood as he pulled her into his arms. “I’m going to kill that little motherfucker,” I said, starting after them. Tripp jumped up stood in front of me.
“Whoa there. Steed, take a deep breath and think about what you’re about to do.”
Cord must have jumped over the bar because he was already in my face, pushing me back. “Sit your ass down. I don’t do well with people starting shit in my place and I don’t give a fuck if you’re my brother or not. You can’t expect Paxton to drop everything and fall at your damn feet because you’re back in town, Steed. Trevor’s screwing with you because he knows it’ll piss you off. Let it go. You know damn well nothing will come from him dancing with her.”
I watched as they hit the dance floor and took off. He was lucky it was a fast song.
“Steed. Are you listening to me? Steed!”
My head jerked toward Cord. “What?”
Shaking his head, Cord said, “Dude, you lost any say when you left her.”
The pressure on my chest made it hard to breathe as I took a few steps back and sat on the stool.
Cord put his hand on my shoulder. “Look, I know this is hard for both of you. But you’ve got to see it from her viewpoint. You came walking into her life ten years later like nothing happened and you brought a kid with you. I’m sure no matter how much she pretends to hate your guts, y’all loved each other and she didn’t just lose you, Steed. I can’t imagine how that must make her feel knowing you have Chloe.”
My body sagged. It seemed like the last few times I was with Paxton I couldn’t put her feelings first.
I turned and grabbed my beer, quickly downing it.
A slap on my back had me nearly choking.
“Don’t drink too much. I wouldn’t want to pull you over.”
I grunted as my twin brother Mitchell sat down next to me. The only way you could tell us apart was a small scar above my right eye I got from being hit by Tripp with a baseball bat when I was fourteen. And we wore our hair differently.
“S’up, Mitchell?” I asked with a half-smile.
He grinned and motioned for Cord’s new bartender to give him what I was drinking.
I hadn’t realized how much I had missed my brothers. We had caused some serious hell growing up. I glanced around to each of them and wondered how in the hell they were all still single. It wasn’t like we didn’t come from a good gene pool. Not one of them was even dating a girl, let alone thinking about settling down.
“You off tonight?” Cord asked, putting another beer in front of me. He’d walked around the bar this time instead of hopping over it.
“Just got off. Rough day. Found the body of a woman on the banks of the Frio.”
“Damn, any idea who it is?” Tripp asked.
Mitchell shook his head. “No. We’re checking missing persons reports. Fucking sucks knowing someone’s daughter is missing and she might be dead.” He took a drink of his beer and glanced around the place.
“Fuck me. Who is Trevor dancing with? I’d like to tap that ass… Oh hell … is that…?”
My body shook as Tripp placed his hand on my shoulder. “Paxton,” I grunted.
Mitchell jerked his head back. “That’s Paxton? Sweet innocent kindergarten teacher, Paxton? Fucking hell. Look at that body.”