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He shrugged. “You are, but don’t worry; I can juggle more than one.”
I rolled my eyes as the brunette flitted off toward the bar. I had to admit, with her long, dark hair, great body, and huge, almost doll-like brown eyes, she was hot.
Still, she paled in comparison to the biker god who now stood just a few feet away and looked good enough to ride all the way to kingdom come.
“You come to talk to Fred?” Brute asked, smiling that easygoing smile that was, quite unfairly in my opinion, making my nipples hard.
Gabe cocked an eyebrow. “Fred?”
Brute shrugged. “He wasn’t being real forthcoming with his name, so I gave him one.”
“All right,” Gabe said, barely suppressing a grin, “then I suppose we should go have a chat with ‘Fred’.”
Brute nodded and started to lead the way.
“Are you coming, Greta?” Gabe asked when I made no move to follow.
I shrugged. “You go ahead and get started. I’ll be right there.” Besides, in all honesty, I don’t think torture was really my thing. I could do what needed to be done, but given that Gabe and Brute likely had a whole lot more experience with the unsavory task… yeah, I was good right here.
They both eyed me for a moment like they were expecting me to elaborate.
“Suit yourself, darling,” Brute said when no elaboration was forthcoming, and he led Gabe across the room and up the staircase at the back. I forced my gaze off the stairs and onto the bar. Dynamite was still sitting there, his dark eyes grazing over me appreciatively. I didn’t know the name of the muscled hottie sitting next to him, but the look in his eyes said he was more than willing to fuck Brute right out of my system.
Hm, Dynamiteandthe muscled hottie? Now, there was an idea.
I crossed the room, waiting to feel the heated rush settle between my thighs. The anticipatory tingle? The elevated heart rate?
Crap.Nothing.
I would have loved to say that Dynamite and the muscled hottie weren’t my type or that I was suffering from some affliction that sent my libido through the floor. Unfortunately, the stupid truth was I just didn’t feel like getting myself under a new guy; I wanted the old one. The one with arm muscles as big as my thighs and a tongue that, I was quite certain, could win awards. The one with blue eyes that seemed to grow hotter and colder depending on what was going on inside him.
An image of him bending me over the bar and fucking me right here, right now sprung to mind. Both of us, oblivious to onlookers. Or maybe, notentirelyoblivious. The idea of him fucking me in front of all these people held a fair amount of appeal. Enough that the heated rush settled between my thighs and my heartbeat picked up.
“What can I get for you, beautiful?” the guy behind the bar asked as I moved in between Dynamite and the muscled hottie and leaned my elbows on the bar.
I opened my mouth to respond, but I caught sight of the brunette out the corner of my eye at the same time. She had an aggrieved expression on her pretty face, like she was used to getting the attention here.
Regardless of what she was to Brute, I wasn’t in the habit of girl-bashing or competing for attention. I pushed off the bar and waved her over.
She looked less than thrilled with the invitation, but made her way over, hips swinging just a little more than necessary. Up close, she smelled like cinnamon and something woody, not an unpleasant scent at all, but the perfume was way too old for her, like she was trying to play someone else’s idea of sexy vixen instead of her own.
Someone had turned up the stereo, cranking classic rock tunes through a pair of speakers from behind the bar, so I had to lean in close.
“How about instead of fighting over the attention here,amica,we share it?” I proposed, eyeing her meaningfully.
The girl smiled—I think she actually looked relieved—and nodded.
“Tequila,per favore,” I called out to the guy behind the bar while I cocked an eyebrow at the brunette.
The way her smile turned devilish suggested we were on the same page.
At the same time, a tequila shot slid across the bar, and she grabbed it, putting the glass between her breasts. Miraculously, the salt shaker andwedge of lime appeared out of nowhere like the bar was stocked and ready for just this sort of occasion.
The brunette put the salt on her wrist and the lime in her mouth, and despite the music, I think I could actually hear every man in the room holding his breath. God, men were easy to entertain.
I smiled, then licked the salt off her wrist, took the shot from between her breasts with my teeth, and drank it back, feeling the smooth burn slide down my throat. When I took the lime from her mouth, just grazing her lips with my own, the men in the room roared and applauded vigorously. Like I said, easy to entertain.
When I ditched the lime, she stepped in closer, and we took it up a notch. I delved for her mouth while her hands settled on my hips, the tips of her fingers just dipping into the back pockets of my jeans. Her lips were soft, and when they parted for me, her mouth still tasted of lime.
