Says whom?
I know that thought is preposterous, but still. In my warped little world, they’re both mine.
Before I get a chance to tell Tammy hands off, someone hollers my name.
I turn to see Knight stumbling toward me.
“What’s up, girl?” His voice pitches as he puts an arm around me. “I thought you didn’t show face at these things.”
I’m momentarily stunned. One, because he’s never touchy-feely, and two, I think that’s the most he’s spoken since I met him.
“Um . . .” It takes me a second to reply.
“No worries. No explanation needed.” He cuts me off. “The important thing is you’re here, and I have moonshine.” He holds a large Mason jar up to my face. Now, I understand the source of his loose mood.
“Why do I have a feeling that you and that ‘shine are a dangerous combination?”
He grins and nods. “Like a Molotov Cocktail.”
“I like cocktails,” Tammy chimes in coquettishly.
“Oh yeah?” Knight still hangs on me but centers his full attention on the leggy brunette. “I don’t think we’ve met.”
“Tammy.” She flashes him a flirty smile, and I swear up and down he gets hard instantly.
“Knight.” He slips off me and cozies up to Tammy. She doesn’t seem to mind one bit. You cannot only see the instantaneous attraction, but you can feel it. I glance behind me at Dev and Reese, who are still hanging back on their bikes. Despite being identical twins, they each portray their own persona. Reese is flashy, where Dev lays in wait. He’s methodical. Even his sleek black sports bike screams discipline and control. A quiet domination.
I know just how dominant he can be. I shiver from the mere memory. Jesus. I need to get a grip and stop thinking about Dev when Reese is the one I came here with. Who made me come an hour ago.
Too bad that’s easier said than done. Truthfully, it’s fucking impossible. Not with them both ingesting me like that.
“Drink, Nursie?” Knight shoves the moonshine under my nose. “You look like you’ve got way too much shit on your mind. It’s a party! Lighten up.” His arm is around Tammy now. When did that happen?
I gladly accept the Mason jar without a second thought. He’s right; I do have way too much shit on my mind.
I take a sip of the sweet-flavored alcohol. Mmm. “Is that root beer?” I examine the dark amber liquid.
“Riley’s grandpoppi’s secret brew.” He winks as I take another swig. “Now, drink up!”
“I like this side of you,” I confess to Knight.
“You mean he isn’t always this charismatic?” Tammy pets Knight’s chest. He’s dressed casual, as usual, in a gray and white camo flannel and baggy jeans.
“He’s usually so shy,” I tease.
“Not shy,” Knight corrects me. “Controlled.” He looks directly into Tammy’s eyes, and I swear I hear her panties squeal.
I need more ‘shine if I’m going to endure this. One jar is just not enough.
I hit the bottle hard as Tammy and Knight eye-fuck each other right in front of me. For Pete’s sake, get a room or get lost in the woods or something. I laugh to myself.
“Easy there, killer.” Reese’s voice travels behind me as I swallow down more moonshine. I turn to find him and Dev leaned forward on their bikes, looking like two jungle cats on the prowl.
“Someone made a friend,” Dev comments about Knight.
“He’s full of surprises tonight,” I add.
“So are you.” Dev stares me down.
