Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87993 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87993 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“Learned it from the best.”
Trevor pointed to the dance floor and his brother, Cord. He was currently sucking the face off of a blonde. His hands roamed all over her ass as they danced.
“And if you need more proof.” He pointed to Mitchell who was talking to a girl who looked like she was ready to drop to her knees for him.
I glanced around our table to find Steed and Tripp talking. Steed wasn’t about to step out on Paxton, and Tripp was in a relationship with Corina. Or at least I thought he was. I still wasn’t sure on that whole thing.
“Why aren’t you out there?” I asked Trevor.
“I’m waiting.”
“Waiting?”
Trevor nodded and placed his beer to his mouth.
“For?” I asked.
“The girl I know will be a sure hook-up. I haven’t had a decent fuck in a few weeks. I need to release some steam.”
I shook my head. “You don’t ever get tired of one-night stands, Trev?”
He looked at me like I’d lost my damn mind. “Hell, no. And bite your tongue. If you had any sense, you’d be looking, as well.”
After taking a look around the bar, I knew there were plenty of attractive women to pick from. I was positive I could easily get laid tonight, but I wasn’t interested in a mindless hook-up. I wasn’t interested in anything, to be honest.
Maybe there was something wrong with me.
“Look at the chick down at the end of the bar. She hasn’t stopped eye fucking you since you walked in. Go dance with her.”
“I’m not interested in a hook-up, Trev. Besides, what would I do? Bring her back to your parents’ place?”
“Have you ever heard of the back seat of your truck?”
I stared at Trevor. “Are you serious? You’re still screwing women in the back seat of your truck?”
“Hey, if they’re up for it, so am I.”
“Evening, boys.”
Trevor, Steed, Tripp, and I looked over to Waylynn.
Steed stood and kissed his sister on the cheek. “Hey, sis. You look nice.”
Waylynn blushed. She did look nice. She had on a long skirt and a blouse that hinted at how nice her body was underneath it all.
“Hey, glad you made it. Where’s Meli?” Tripp asked. Waylynn pointed to the bar.
My mouth dropped when I saw her.
“What in the fuck is she wearing?” Trevor said as he stood.
“Oh, settle down. She just has on jean shorts and a shirt.”
“I can see her ass!” Tripp said. “She needs to change.”
Waylynn laughed. “Okay, which one of you is going to tell her that?”
“I will,” Steed said. “She doesn’t need to be dressing like that. Look how nice you look and you’re covered up…kind of.”
Waylynn raised a brow. “The girl is twenty-two years old. I’m thirty-two. That’s why I’m in the long skirt, and she’s pulling off the daisy duke shorts.”
Trevor punched me in the chest.
“Ouch. What in the fuck, dude?”
“Stop staring at my sister like that, you asshole.”
“What? I wasn’t staring at her.”
“Dude, you were staring.” Tripp said. “Hard.”
“Well, hell. What do you expect? She’s a beautiful girl. I’m not the only one staring.”
Steed, Tripp, and Trevor scanned around them and Trevor growled, “I’ll kick the ass of any fucker who touches her tonight.”
“Then I guess y’all better make sure her dance card is full. I see someone on the approach.”
Trevor grabbed me by the arm and pulled me up. “Go ask her to dance.”
I stared at him, confused as hell. “You just punched me for looking at her, and now you want me to dance with her?”
“You, I trust. These others, I don’t.”
Swallowing hard, I looked over to Waylynn. She was wearing a shit-eating grin. If I hadn’t known any better, I’d swear she set it all up.
“Go. Now.”
He pushed me, and I stumbled forward. I could see the guy coming up on Amelia’s right. I picked up my pace, and when I reached her I placed my hand on her lower back. The feel of her soft skin instantly made my body come to attention. Amelia jumped. “Hey, Wade.”
“Dance with me, darlin’?”
A wide smile moved over her face. “I’d love to.”
I looked over her shoulder at the guy who had been about to hit on her as he came to a halt. I shot him a smirk and led Amelia to the dance floor. She dropped two beers at the table and then took my hand.
The second we hit the dance floor a slow song started. I pulled her body against mine and we started to two-step. The feel of her in my arms was nice. It was something I could let myself get used to, but I wouldn’t. I slowly took in the way she smelled. Like honeydew. Soft, yet sweet.
“Your brother nearly kicked my ass earlier,” I said.
Amelia drew back and looked up at me. “What do you mean?”
“I guess I was looking a little too long at you standing by the bar. Fair warning, your brothers all think you need to change your outfit.”