Page 19 of Slow Burn

“I need to get laid,” Nash casually told the group. “It’s been forever.”

Benny laughed. “Two weeks ago, you left the bar with some smoking-hot brunette.”

“That’s my point.” Nash flashed his cocky grin. “I haven’t fucked in two weeks.”

A knock on the door interrupted them. Elijah was just about to lecture his idiot friend on safe sex for the millionth time. Yes, they all had active sex lives, but it was like Nash was on a mission to fuck every woman he met.

“Hey, boys!” Sophie greeted them as she sauntered into the room.

Anna followed, and she sat down next to Roman. “What are you guys talking about?”

“My sex life.” Nash had no bounds.

“Gross, you’re my brother.”

Elijah almost choked on his drink at the sound of her voice. There was no ignoring her now, especially since she sat down next to him.

“We need some votes. Who wants to go out, and who wants to stay here?” Roman surveyed the group.

But all Elijah could focus on was how close Georgia was to him. Fuck, she smelled good. Like a damn orange creamsicle. He did his best not to actually look at her, but she made it damn hard, since every time she moved, she grazed his leg with hers.

“I want to go out.” Nash was the first person to vote.

Sophie glanced at Georgia for a second and winked. “Me too.”

Nash muttered something, but Elijah couldn’t hear him clearly.

“Fuck it.” Benny took a chug of his drink. “I’ll go out too, but not to Lighthouse. We always go there. I want to go somewhere different.”

Anna propped her feet on the coffee table. “I’d rather stay in, but I don’t want to watch baseball.”

“We can put on whatever you want,” Roman quickly told her as he pulled a piece of her hair out of her face.

Elijah, finally, turned to look at Georgia.

What the fuck was she wearing?

As she batted her eyelashes, he swore he could feel his blood pressure rising. The woman who had paraded through all his thoughts for the past two months wore next to nothing.

Georgia turned to him. “What are you going to do?”

His eyes traveled all over her body, hating how much of her skin was on display. She was wearing a nude dress cut low in the front showing off her amazing chest, and he imagined the dress was short. It was basically nonexistent as she sat next to him, so he doubted her outfit would grow six or seven more inches when she stood.

If she went out tonight, there was no way in hell she wasn’t going home with someone.

And imagining her with someone else made him irrationally mad.

“I’m staying here,” he ground out through a clenched jaw.

Sophie, with an evil glint in her eye, asked, “Georgia, what’s your plan? You look hot as fuck⁠—”

“Hell yeah, she does!” Anna hooted from her seat.

No, Elijah didn’t need the brigade of her friends taunting her to go out. Fuck that. Elijah wasn’t letting her out of his sight.

“You should come out with us,” Sophie kept talking. “Find a man to hook up with.”

Nash glared at Sophie. “That’s my sister.”