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The thing is, she’s more beautiful now than she was ten years ago. But I’ll bet that goddamned stick is lodged so far up her fucking ass, she feels it every time she takes a step.
It used to be so much fun getting her riled up. Pissed off.
Just enough to get her to let go of her inhibitions.
To forget her carefully constructed plans and have fun.
“What are you doing skulking in the shadows instead of behind the bar?” Becks joins me, leaning against the exposed brick wall, mirroring my stance.
“Just taking it all in, asshole. My staff has it under control.” I turn and catch Jace walking our way with a beer in each hand. “Hey, jack-off, how’s it going?” Since the little shithead is our youngest brother, we all love to fuck with him. It’s a rite of passage he may never outgrow.
“Going good, Huck Finn.” Shithead hands Becks one of the beers and tips his chin my way. “These are on the house, right?”
Jace can give as good as he gets. After all, he grew up with six older siblings for most of his life.
“Yeah, smacker. They’re on the house. Are your friends over there twenty-one?” I nod over to the crowded corner where a few of Jace’s teammates are standing near Wren and Quinn.
“Yup. Everybody’s legal.” He turns to Becks. “So brother, what’s with you and the two ladies you came in with whoaren’tyour girlfriend? Does Kendall know you’re at a bar with other women?”
“Careful,” I whisper loudly. “If you say her name three times, she’ll show up and kill everyone.”
“That’s Bloody Mary, you fucking asshole. Kendall had an event for her law firm tonight. I didn’t have to go, so I figured I’d show my face at the game. It’s been a few weeks since I’ve been to one.” Becks’s girl is horrible. Our sister nicknamed her Medusa at one point, but honestly I’m not sure that’s fitting. Kendall is worse than Medusa. But Becks has been with her for years, so we tolerate her. “And I’m not at the barwithQuinn O’Doul. But Wren Davenport... That could be a different story.”
I crack my knuckles as I hear Becks say her name.
I don’t like it, and I don’t know why.
Actually, that’s fucking bullshit. She might be an uptight, anal-retentive princess, but she’s sure as shit not gonna fuck me, leave town, then come back ten years later and fuck my brother.
I push off the wall, leaving dumb and dumber behind, and make my way through the crowd. I’m stopped a few times by some regulars who congratulate me on the Revolution’s win. Like I had anything to do with it. That team is my oldest brother’s baby. My name is just one of many on the ownership documents. By the time I make it to where Quinn and Wren are, I’m not sure how much time has passed, but Quinn’s sister, Mackenzie, has joined their duo.
They’ve just downed a shot, and the three of them slam the glasses down on the bar next to a few other empties. Hmm. Guess it’s that kind of night then. “Long time, no see, Red,” I whisper the words in her ear and watch goosebumps rise on her pale flesh.
Or maybe it’s going to bethatkind of night.
The three ladies all snap their heads up at me, varying shades of surprise on their faces. “What are we toasting, ladies?”
I catch the bartender’s attention. “Drinks are on the house for these three tonight.”
“No,” Wren argues immediately. She turns to my bartender, her cheeks a fiery red. “Please charge the card I gave you.” When she spins back to me, her long hair slaps me in the face, surrounding me with her spicy scent. “I don’t need you to buy my drinks.”
My lips brush her ear, and she sucks in a breath. “No, Red. That was never what you needed me for, was it?”
“Fuck off, Kingston,” she whispers back to me. “I never needed you at all.”
“Fuck off? Or fuck me, Davenport? I seem to remember you enjoyed fucking me once.” Her friends are watching us, but not closely enough to hear our conversation or I’d probably have already gotten a knee to the nuts from Quinn. “You used me good that night, and we both know it.”
Jace and his friends grab the O’Doul sisters’ attention, and Wren steps closer to me. “Wedon’tknowanything. Youthinkyou know, Kingston.” Her hand presses against my chest. “You assume. But you aren’t sure.”
The scent of whiskey lingers on her breath as I lean in closer.
“You came on my face twice before you came on my cock that night.” Her green eyes blink as her face flushes, and IknowI’m getting to her. “And then you came on my cock another two times before you slunk out of my apartment, like a thief in the night. I know what your pussy feels like when it milks my dick. And I know what your orgasm tastes like on my tongue.”
I run my nose up the side of her neck, my cock growing hard in my jeans. “I know what you sound like screaming my name.” I run my hand up the same trail my nose just traveled. “And I know you’re wet, just thinking about it. So go ahead and lie to yourself all you want, Red. I might not ever be as smart as the high-and-mighty Wren Davenport, but I know you’ve been thinking about how I fucked you for fucking years. Iknow.”
I take a step back and enjoy the dazed look on her face.
“You might not like me, and that’s fine. I don’t like you either. But you liked how I fucked you. You’ve compared every dick you’ve had to mine since that night. I dare you to deny it.” With those words, her face goes from flushed to flaming red.
