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He grinned back. “The very.”
Turning to her, I opened my mouth to lie and tell her how nice it was to meet her when someone shouted our way. “Okay, fucker. Enough kissy, huggy time. Hands off. Now!”
I glanced over to catch sight of a guy behind the bar giving Asher the finger.
Curious why he was so irate, I asked, “Who’s that?”
Asher’s grin grew as Caroline slipped away from him. “Caroline’s husband.”
My eyebrows spiked in surprise, and yes, a little ball of relief welled in my gut. After I watched Caroline skip up to the bar to kiss the man still flipping off Asher, I frowned Asher’s way. “So you were flirting with her because...?”
He chuckled. “Because it’s fun as shit to fuck with Ten. Seriously, you should try it.”
He nudged me forward until I was standing where Caroline had been, because she’d already flitted away to talk to a brunette and a redhead about twenty feet down the counter.
“So that’s your wife, huh?” I asked, taking in the guy Asher had called Ten. When I met his gaze, I was surprised to see half his face was scarred. Ouch.
Glancing longingly after Caroline, he nodded. “I know, right? I’m a lucky-ass bastard.”
I let out a low whistle. “I’ll say, because holy shit...she’s got a sweet ass. I bet every man in this joint would give his left nut to tap that
.”
Ten’s smile died flat. “What did you say, motherfucker?”
With a snicker, I nudged Asher in the arm. “You’re right. That was fun.”
He choked on the water he’d been chugging from a bottle and ended up spitting some out onto the countertop.
When he started laughing, Ten pointed at me and demanded of him, “Who the fuck is this douchebag?”
“Ten, meet Sticks. Newest member of the band. He’s our drummer.”
“Looks like a dead drummer to me.”
“Oh, leave him be,” Asher told him mildly enough as he grabbed a napkin and wiped away his mess. “I told him to mess with you.”
But Ten was already climbing over the bar toward me, looking determined to maim.
Holy shit. I lurched in reverse, my eyes bugging with worry. But damn, one night in public, and two guys had already threatened to beat my ass.
Were men always this punchy?
Asher held up a hand and stepped between us. “Relax,” he ordered, his voice harsh. “Sticks is gay. He won’t seriously mess with Caroline.”
Ten jerked to a stop and sent Asher an incredulous glance before he turned back to me and narrowed his gaze into a suspicious scowl. “He didn’t sound very gay with the shit he was spouting about her.”
I held up both my hands. “I am. Trust me. I think you’re hotter than your wife is. Swear to God.” And just because it really had been fun to rile him, I stared after his wife and shrugged. “I mean, sure, she’s got a nice rack and all.” The perfect shape and size to drive a girl like me absolutely jealous. “But I’d rather see what you’re packing behind that zipper of yours.”
I turned back to send a meaningful leer to the front of his pants and noticed, huh, dude was sporting a nice-sized bulge. Maybe Jodi had been onto something when she’d made my man panties.
Ready for Ten to go all homophobe on me and tell me to back up off him, I was surprised when he merely grinned. “Hell, yes, you’d like to know.” He pointed to his fly. “This is a one-of-a-kind, grade-A awesome cock, right here.”
“Oh, Jesus,” Asher muttered.
Ten lifted an eyebrow and challenged him with a look. “What? Caroline can’t keep her hands off it. Or her mouth. Her pussy loves it too.” Then he finally narrowed his attention back on me. “And you...don’t even get near it, gay boy.”
Finally getting the response I’d been seeking, I grinned and winked at him.
