Velvet and Lace(42)

“Baby, have I told you how amazing you look tonight?” He slid his arm around her shoulders as he locked the truck and began to walk with her to the bar.

“Yes you have but I don’t mind hearing it again.” She cuddled up to his side and he had to fight not to notice the way her breasts squished against his chest. He had had her just last night but it seemed so long ago. His body craved hers, like an addict he needed a fix. He slid his hand down to cup her ass and she slapped him away playful, but she didn’t say anything.

They reached the door and Trent stuck out his hand to the bartender, Johnny, a taller dark skinned man of some Native American descent. They had known each other for a long time and they greeted each other as old friends. Then they were waved inside.

It was about 8 p.m. so the crowd was still thin. It would get busier later. But it was a good time to find a seat and grab some food. Trent led Daphne to his favorite booth over in the back corner where he and his crew usually sat. He enjoyed that he could see almost every part of the bar from that particular booth.

Daphne ordered a margarita and Trent nodded his head when the waitress asked if he wanted his usual beer.

Daphne raised her eyebrow and smiled. “Come here often do you?”

“I do. Well, since Damian and Logan bought the place, I have. I remodeled it.” He smirked slightly. He was proud of his work. This place used to be a dive until the brothers bought it.

They had just placed an order for a bunch of wings, cheese sticks, and bacon cheese fries when Anna and Liam walked in. Trent had only met Liam a few times before in town when he talked with Anna, but he was a decent guy. The girls began to chat away and they looked at each other in understanding and clicked their beers together in a silent salute.

Liam looked over at Trent. "So Trent, how is the house coming along?" Trent darted his eyes over to Daphne, but she didn't seem to notice the conversation.

"It's good." Trent kept his answer short, hoping that Liam would take the hint to change the subject.

There was laughter in Liam’s eyes. “Does she not know about it?”

“Not yet. She will, I’m hoping to show it too her soon.” Trent’s heart swelled at the thought of Daphne seeing his dream home. It had taken him a very long time to decide on what he wanted and he thought he finally had constructed the best home.

“I’ll be quiet about it then.” Liam nodded in understanding and Trent gazed at Daphne for a few moments before he turned back to Liam for small talk.

Both of the women were stunning as they sat chatting together, ignoring Trent and Liam until the food came by, when they came back to the reality and realized that there were four people at the table.

They all sat laughing and eating for a while before the girls became restless and made the men get up so they could go dance with each other to “Red High Heels” by Kellie Pickler.

“You love her don’t you?” Liam’s words caught him off guard as he watched the way Daphne’s dress fluttered and moved when she twisted.

“I do. Is it that obvious?” Trent smiled over at Liam when the other man nodded.

“Oh yeah, you got it bad. But I can only tell because I’m sure that goofy look is on my face with I look at Anna. And just out of courtesy for my wife...you better treat Daphne right.”

Trent nodded his understanding. He would never, ever hurt Daphne but he would say the same thing to himself if he was in Liam’s place. The continued to eat some of the food for a while before the song changed to a slower song, “When She’s On” by Chris Young. Trent excused himself and walked purposefully to the dance floor. Anna saw him coming and gave him a knowing look. Daphne looked over her shoulder as she rocked on the floor to the first lines of the song. Her eyes flared with heat and love and Trent almost stopped in his tracks.

Instead, he sped up and caught her by the waist bringing her flush against his body, bent her slightly back and brought his lips down on hers, pouring everything he was feeling for her into that kiss. It wasn’t an erotic kiss but the feeling of her fingers sliding into his hair sent a shiver through his body. He brought her back up and a whistle rang out.

He caught Liam laughing in the booth and he knew it had been him. He almost flipped him off but Daphne threw her head back and laughed. Fitting her into his arms, he led her around the dance floor, following the flow of the rest of the dancers. There was a sparkle in Daphne’s eyes and he would embarrass himself a million times to put that look on her face.

“You do know how to put on quite the show, Mr. Bradshaw. I feel like we aren’t ever going to be able to come here without putting on some kind of show.” Daphne lifted a finger and wiped at the corner of his mouth, presumably to remove some of her lip gloss.