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Fuck.
I lifted my hand to my face, rubbing my fingers under my nose, taking in her lingering scent.
An hour ago, she’d been mine. That perfect body spread out in front of me, urging me to touch whatever part I wanted, but I’d focused solely on that incredible spot between her legs.
I’d brushed my fingers over her softness.
I’d watched her face as the orgasms rippled through her.
I’d felt her pussy clench my fingers and the cum she left on my skin.
The cum I was smelling now.
And what, less than sixty minutes later, she was cozying up to my best friend, someone who was going to take her virginity and run?
Just like me.
Who certainly wasn’t going to be soft or tender if he fucked her.
Because of course, he was going to fuck her, goddamn it, since she’d just agreed to go out on a date with him.
Something I couldn’t wrap my head around.
Something I couldn’t fucking stomach.
Something I couldn’t watch a second longer or I was going to make a scene—and that was the last thing I wanted.
Hannah would then know.
Everyone would know.
And I couldn’t let that happen.
I was just turning away from the new couple when I heard, “Where the fuck have you been?” from Dominick.
As he approached, I stood to greet him and went in for a man hug, relieved that I had something else to focus on.
“I met up with a girl, nothing serious, just got it in real quick,” I lied.
The truth was, I’d gone into the restroom at the restaurant and rubbed one out before I left to come here. It was my only option—my hard-on wasn’t going to go away otherwise.
But, shit, I hadn’t expected to see Oaklyn when I arrived at the bar.
When I’d texted Macon from the table, I’d assumed it was just him until I got into my car and read all the texts from my sister, telling me the whole family was there and waiting for me.
“Sounds like you,” he replied, taking a drink from a tumbler that I assumed was full of scotch.
I needed a fucking drink.
Fast.
“And just like you before you got hitched.”
He clasped my shoulder. “Not hitched yet, my man, but soon.” He smiled. “Maybe one day, you’ll know that feeling.”
“Unlikely,” I huffed.
“We’ll see about that.” He chuckled. “I’m headed to the bar, and it looks like you need a drink.”
