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I glance at her and fight a grimace. Women who don’t like sports or follow football have never bothered me before. Usually I’m content with them wanting me simply because I play and look good in a uniform, but for some reason, her ignorance this irritates me.
“Best damn set of hands we’ve got,” Chris chimes in.
“Really?” Her smile spreads, and she glances down at my hands, which are still clutching the same beer I ordered when I got here. It’s now warm and likely flat. I wouldn’t know because I’ve barely touched it, afraid to dull my senses in an effort to keep a clear head for Brynn. “Mhmm . . .” she purrs. “I’m sure those hands are very talented. Maybe you can show me.” Her red lips spread into a lascivious smile.
She’s gorgeous; there’s no doubt about it. With curls that reach her back, bright blue eyes, a pert nose, and full lips that I fully suspect know how to work a man. I’d be a fool not to jump at the opportunity for a good time with her. But the signal in my brain which should be sending all my blood down south is the same one irritated that Douche Dick Stan’s arms are now encircling Brynn from behind while she moves her perfectly round ass to the music.
What the actual fuck?
Jealousy washes over me like a tidal wave, stealing my breath, and forcing me to run a hand down my face.
Get a freaking grip, Taggart. This is Brynn, Teagan’s twin sister.
Focusing back on the blonde in front of me, I tell myself Brynn will be fine. Who cares if she’s now grinding on him. They’re on the dance floor in a public place, not in a bathroom stall or under the bleachers where anything can happen.
“What’d you say your name was again?” I ask her, trying to feel a spark—anything to take my mind off the other blonde occupying my thoughts.
Her glossy pink lips purse, eyes glittering with interest. “Heather.”
“Wanna dance, Heather?” I ask, dropping my voice an octave.
“Thought you’d never ask.” She grips my arm and drags me to the edge of the dance floor, where she molds her body to mine, moving to the music.
I reciprocate, running my hands down her back, to the top of her ass while her breasts brush against my chest. Dancing like this is foreplay. There’s nothing else to it. Normally, I’d already be anticipating what comes next after we leave the dance floor, but I feel nothing as she moves her body against mine. No spark or heat coursing through my veins. Not even the familiar stab of lust. It’s as if my libido is Elvis and he left the fucking building.
Desperate to feel something, I lean down and take her mouth with mine. Her lips are soft and pliable, but she’s a little too eager. Her tongue immediately darts into my mouth, exploring it like she’s Christopher fucking Columbus intent on finding new land.
The acrid scent of her perfume burns my nose, but I ignore it and sink into her further. Trying to control the kiss, I bite at her lower lip, but her responding moan does nothing for me.
Heather is the kind of girl I normally want. The kind guys like me dream about. I wouldn’t have to worry about attachments or calling her the next day. There’d be no awkward moment afterwhen I wonder how quickly I can get her out of my bed without pissing her off.
All she wants is a good time. She made that clear from the moment she approached me.
But the silent commander in my pants stays firmly tucked away, uninterested and bored. It’s like he took a fucking Ambien.
I open my eyes as her hands sink into my hair while I angle my head in my search for Brynn.
I easily spot her in the crowd, and I’m immediately blinded by rage.
Stepping out of Heather’s arms, I leave her hanging as she stumbles back, blinking at the loss of contact like she’s been smacked.
My jaw hardens along with my gaze as I watch Brynn suck face with Stanley.
Heather turns, a dazed look on her face as she searches for the object of my attention, but I offer no explanation as my hands curl into fists and I storm over to where Brynn is pressed up against him, her mouth on his.
“What the fuck, Brynn?” I grind out, my hands coming between them even while a part of me recognizes I’ve become unhinged. I have zero right to interrupt, yet I can’t seem to help myself. I’m no longer in control of my body as I shove Stanley away from her.
“Hey, man!” Stanley seethes, narrowing his eyes on me, clearly pissed at the intrusion.
Too bad I don’t give a flying fuck.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Brynn’s eyes meet mine, dark under the strobing lights.
“Uh, I could ask you the same.”
“It was a kiss, Jace,” she says, as my gaze darts to her plump mouth.
Her lips are slightly swollen, her gloss gone. Probably on that fucker’s mouth, but I don’t dare look because I’m already overreacting and the sight of it will undoubtably fill me with even more rage.
