I gave up on playing anymore that night and decided to join in on the conversation that Tripp, Dade, and Charming were having. It really wasn’t about anything specific. We all ended up bullshitting about random stuff, both club related and not. It was kind of nice to have a chance to get to know Dade and Tripp a little better.
Then it happened.
I got this chill down my spine.
The same one that set me on high alert.
I sat up straight and noticed what it was right away.
Walking in behind one of the new prospects was Laurel.
The prospect had his head down and that was the only reason I didn’t get to my feet right away. My guess was that Brand had probably sent him out to pick her up because he knew she didn’t have a car.
She was stunning, like always.
And for a moment the world around me ceased to exist.
Her hair was up in a way that said she’d spent a little time getting it just right. Her eyes were lined with black and she had this smoky thing going on around the lids. Her lashes were outstandingly thick and noticeable. Her perfect mouth was painted red.
There was nothing subtle about her makeup. Which threw me for multiple reasons. I’d never seen her done up like this. Not even when I’d first met her. Everything had been light and barely there back then. Her lips had been glossy pink. And while her lashes had been thick, the stuff on her lids had never been dark like this.
I would have sworn my jaw dropped to the floor.
“Damn, she’s fine,” Sketch said from out of fucking nowhere.
I clenched my jaw.
I counted to ten.
I gripped the edge of the wooden booth.
I barely held back the urge to punch him.
Even though I had no right to be upset.
It was when I noticed what she was wearing that I calm down a little. I actually smiled on the inside. Because that dress looked even better than I imagined it would on her when I’d picked it out. Damn.
Her eyes met mine, but before I could get a reaction out of her, she turned to Cami as she called her over to their little corner.
Minutes turned into hours.
I sat there and stewed.
Finally, I’d had enough.
Because she’d spent the night ignoring me. I sat there all that time watching her drink and flirt her way around the bar. I watched from afar as she laughed and chatted with Cami, Chris, Ky and Brand like they were old friends that hadn’t seen each other in ages. I sat there, pretending it didn’t bother me to be on the outside. Pretending that I wasn’t a part of her life. That I wasn’t the man that she spent most of her nights with. And like I wasn’t the one that knew every little thing about her body.
Like that sexy beauty mark on her left shoulder.
Like the cute little freckle on the arch of her right foot.
Like the way she whimpered in the back of her throat when I ran the rough pads of my fingers down her spine.
Like that cute little thing she did with her lip right before she laughed.
Or the way she would dig her nails into my scalp when she came on my tongue.
And how her perfect nipples pointed slightly upward when she was turned on.
