Travis just shrugs. Nick chuckles like this is the most entertaining thing he’s seen all week.
I tap my fingers against my beer glass, that restless feeling inside of me amping up. I’m fighting the urge to stand up, march over to Briar, and pull her away from that guy. But I can’t do that. I’ll look like a lunatic.
Nick’s brow lifts as he looks over at the bar. “Oh shit.”
“What?”
“I think that guy just talked Briar into letting him do a body shot off of her.”
“What?!”
I whip my head to look over just in time to see that guy grab Briar by the hips and haul her onto the bar top. He’s standing so close to her that his hips are pressed against her legs. He holds up a shot of liquor in one hand and a lime wedge in the other. She bites back a smile as she looks at him and nods.
Jealousy and rage pump hot through my veins.
I don’t think. I just react.
Two seconds later, I’ve made it across the club. I’m standing right next to them.
No fucking way is this happening.
Chapter 26
Blake
Briar’s smile drops when she sees me. “Blake. What are you….”
She trails off when I turn to the handsy motherfucker standing in front of her.
He looks at me and frowns. “What do you want?” he mutters
“Can I see that?” I nod at the shot of tequila and lime wedge he’s holding.
Before he can answer, I grab them both out of his hands and set them on the bartop. I grab some cash out of my pocket and hand it to him.
“Thanks for the shot,” I say as I push him to the side. I’m standing in front of Briar now. She’s staring at me, her mouth open in shock.
I don’t blame her. I’m not like this. I’m easy-going and friendly, always joking around. I’m her teddy bear best friend.
Not now.
I’m pissed. I’m possessive. I’m seconds away from punching this guy in the face if he tries to touch her again.
I’ve never acted like this around her before. For the past eight years, I’ve had a crush on Briar, but I managed to hide it.I managed to hide the jealousy I felt every time I saw her with another guy.
I can’t anymore though.
From the second we became more than friends…from the second I had her in my bed, something inside of me changed.
I know how sweet her skin tastes. I know that hazy look in her eyes when she’s aroused. I know how she sounds when she comes. I know how wet her pussy gets when she’s turned on.
And I don’t want any other man to know those things about her.
There’s no way in hell I’m going to stand back and let this guy lick tequila off her body. There’s no way I’m going to let him think that he has a chance to take her home with him.
“Dude, what the hell?” He’s glaring at me now. “We were kind of in the middle of something.”
“You’re not doing a body shot on her.”
