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With a chuckle, I told her, “Just thirsty.” I seriously hadn’t done it for her.
“My name’s Holly. What’s yours?”
“Texas.”
“What can I get you?” one of the bartenders asked me while the other served Holly.
I ordered two beers for Coyote and me, a vodka and raspberry for Maya, and then I was stuck on Channa. I didn’t have a clue what she drank. In the end, I grabbed another of Maya’s drink. If she didn’t like it, Maya could have it and I’d get Channa something else.
“So, Texas,” Holly said, and I glanced back at her before she continued, “you here with others?”
“Yeah.”
She smiled coyly. “A girlfriend?”
A hand touched down on my shoulder, and then a body pressed against my side. “I thought I’d come and help,” Maya said from my left.
My dick jerked at her clear claiming actions. Hell, I couldn’t be happier with it.
Turning my head, I grinned. “Thanks, babe.” I straightened from leaning on the bar and curled an arm around Maya’s shoulders. My lips twitched when I caught her staring at the woman on my other side.
Maya tipped her head back and whispered, “Am I interrupting?”
“Not at all.” The bartender arrived with the drinks, I paid, and we took them back to the booth where Coyote and Channa were making out.
They only stopped when Maya slid into the other side of the booth. I took one of the glasses she’d been holding and put it in front of Channa. “Weren’t sure what you drank so I got you one like Maya’s.”
Channa waved a hand around. “Thanks. I’ll drink just about anything but wine.”
I took the spot next to Maya and couldn’t help myself; I shifted close enough to press my thigh against hers. I was still half hard from her actions earlier, and my gut wouldn’t stop its dance. But I needed her close; the hope she’d just given me meant a great fucking deal.
We chatted for a while. Channa complained about Stanley, an old guy who worked at her bakery, but it was only because he gave her shit in a loving way. Coyote told me he was getting in new gear at his Harley store, which I wouldn’t mind checking out.
When I was done with my beer, I leaned back in the booth and placed my arm along the cushion behind Maya, close to touching her shoulders.
Whenshe was mine, I wouldn’t have to stop myself from the casual touches I wanted to give her now. Grinning, I watched her every move as she told us a story about Drake. How she spoke with her hands, how animated she got, how her eyes lit. Hell, I could stare at her day and night if it wasn’t creepy. She was damn mesmerising.
Christ, I wished she was mine now. The need to kiss her, taste her was strong. My body ached from it.
Soon.
If she kept showing me signs, I’d step up my game to make her mine and me hers.
When the conversation lulled, I leaned into her. “Guess Easton couldn’t make it after all.”
I made sure to watch her reaction. There was no missing her gaze flaring, her brows shooting up, the way she opened and closed her mouth. Only to open it to lie, “Ah, yeah… I guess not.”
Why had she lied to me about him coming?
The only reason I could think of was that she’d been nervous about something else. Was it being around me with no one as a buffer? I’d thought we’d passed that stage where she didn’t want to be around me.
Unless her feelings had grown.
Unless she was into me.
That had to be it, right?
She’d always got out of my way when I was around because she liked me and was shy about it. A shyness that grew into annoyance when I kept bringing women around.
