Her eyes met mine, and for a moment she appeared ashamed until Booker slid his hand around to cup her ass and she was once again lost in his advances.
“Line ’em up,” Jackson hollered. “And keep ’em coming.” He slapped five one-hundred-dollar bills on the bar and grinned over and Ryan and me. Apparently, he planned on taking full advantage of the fact his fiancée couldn’t drink. He had a designated driver, which meant he was getting fucking loaded.
And who were Ryan and I to decline a night on our younger brother? After all, if we refused, we may hurt his pride.
When the bartender set out a line of shots before the three of us, Ryan shrugged and took one in each hand. “To Jackson,” he stated loudly. “May you and Bailey live a life full of great sex and unforgettable love.”
“Well, the sex is fucking out of this world, so we’re all good there.” Jackson chuckled as he tipped back his first shot and hissed after he swallowed. “And the unforgettable love, we got that too. Never in my life have I felt anything like it.” He shook his head as if to clear it before tipping back the next shot.
Ryan and I followed, and the burn in my chest from the whiskey had me closing my eyes tightly, waiting for the soothing effect of the beer I chased it with.
“Fuck me, look what just walked in,” Ryan yelled, surprising us all. He was normally the quieter of us three. “Fucking sexiest damn women in Livingston.”
My eyes met Alena’s, and she tucked her chin toward her chest, hiding her flushed cheeks. Amber’s eyes widened a bit in surprise, and Bailey laughed loudly, followed by an obnoxious snort.
Apparently alcohol made Ryan vocal. I had a feeling tonight was gonna be funny as hell.
I sauntered over to Alena, and she lifted her head, looking up just as I stopped in front of her. “You look good enough to eat, sweetheart.” She had on such a short skirt that when I reached down, I could feel her bare thigh. I lightly trailed my fingertip along the hem and watched as she bit down on her lower lip. “Not sure I’ll be able to hold off until we get home. I may have to drag you off someplace dark and have my way with you.”
And apparently drinking made my ass hornier than usual. I suddenly felt as if I hadn’t had her in weeks.
“Don’t go teasing me now,” she taunted, and I knew she was baiting me. But she needed to understand there was absolutely no reason to push. I already felt myself growing hard at the idea of bending her over the barstool and nailing her hard. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly and tried to talk down the raging hard-on that was now pressing against my zipper. Fucking shit was painful.
She giggled, and my eyes shot open to meet hers.
“Have you already been drinking?” she asked, reaching out to press her palm against my chest. I nodded as I held my breath, waiting for her next move. “You’re acting a little out of character. I think I’m gonna enjoy this side of you.”
She rose onto the tips of her toes and brought her lips closer to mine. “I’m pretty sure at this point I could convince you to do just about anything.” Her soft breath tickled my face, and I nodded. There was no question about it, I would have given her whatever she asked without hesitation. I was so fucking wired.
As she leaned in closer, I thought she was going to kiss me, but she only brushed her lips over mine and pulled back entire too quickly. I could feel myself leaning farther into her, chasing her for the kiss I wanted.
“Come on, handsome, buy me a drink,” Alena hollered over her shoulder at me as she strolled toward the bar. My gaze fell down, focusing on her ass. That damn shake of her hips was taunting me, teasing me.
“Just a little warning, she did a few shots of her own before we left,” Amber said through her laughter, and I knew what that meant. Tonight was going to be explosive, because my girl got a little wild when she drank too.
***
“Stacey is still the same attention whore she once was,” Ryan said as he took a seat on my left at the bar. “And I hate to say it, but she’s doing it to get to Alena. I don’t see this shit ending well.”
I had been thinking the same thing for the last hour. Stacey had been doing anything she could to gain my attention, included dry-humping Booker over and over while looking directly at me. I wasn’t biting, and that only made her attempts more obvious.
“She’s shooting daggers at your woman,” Ryan added, and I turned in the stool to get a look at what he was referring to.
He was right. Stacey stood only a few feet from Alena with her eyes narrowed in a pissed-off glare. Alena, of course, was oblivious to her attitude, because she was feeling entirely too good to notice Stacey.