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“Close call!” I hear Candy call out across the parking lot, distracting me from nearly taking her in the back of my truck and doing all the nasty things I’ve imagined. “Good thing he's got quick hands!”
He jogs over to us as I set Dylan down. I turn toward the road to adjust the rock in my pants.
“But have you heard?” Candy slips an arm over Dylan's shoulders, guiding her causally into the bar as if they came together. “Mine are the best in the league.” He wiggles his eyebrows at her as I roll my eyes behind them.
He opens the door for her, and she stills in place, staring into the bar.
I almost run into her before I skid to a stop, peering around her to see what she's looking at, when she screams a high-pitched scream, scaring the shit out of me.
In a flash, she sprints into the bar, running towards the back of it. She reaches her arms out, jumping into the arms of another man.
She jumps into the arms of another man.
Heat is building, and for some reason, my neck is suddenly hot.
“Ash!” she yells before he spins her in a circle, his hands beneath her thighs, her legs open and surrounding his torso.
She's in a dress.
Her legs are open.
Surrounding his torso as his hands hold the back of her thighs.
“Pickle!” the man's voice sings and my fist curls into itself.
One thing I know is anyone who calls her Pickle must know her well enough to know Colin. That little tidbit of information I hold close, and I know for a fact she doesn't vocalize it often. This guy is in with her deep, and I fucking hate it.
Tension grips my shoulders as I tuck my fists into the pockets of my jeans, trying to act casual and not punch this guy dead in the face for grabbing onto my girl so intimately.Mine, buzz-cut.
Candy claps his hand on my back, walking us toward some of our teammates already perched by the bar. The guys come and shake up with me, but I'm not even here. I'm over there. By her. I lean against the bar, gawking, as Candy orders us some drinks.
“Stale as a rainbow, eh Wheels?”
I glower at his comment, hating that he can read me so well, as a circle of women approach us. Candy entertains them with his endless swagger, and I continue watching Dylan and her little friend catch up near the jukebox. It must be Ashton. Yep, it's definitely him. She called him Ash, and now that I’m looking, I recognize his build.
I wonder about his therapy with her. Feeling my pulse rage through my veins again, I find myself thinking about how the brothers of Bearback aren't really so bad after all.
One girl in a tight mini-skirt asks when she's going to be able to watch me in action again as she rubs her shoulder along my side. I don't answer, just grab the glass that's been placed before me, holding it up to my lips, about to down whatever it is.
I stall with the glass near my mouth, the potent scent of Bourbon just beneath my nose, when I see Dylan through the crowd of people again. Her smile is wide as ever as her hand comes up and gently touches his upper arm. My fingers tighten around the glass in my hand until it shatters, sending shards across the bar and onto the floor.
Surprising even myself, I look down at the mess before my eyes dart up to find hers locked on me across the room.
Worry pulls at the corners of her eyes as she sees the glass along the counter. It must've made a loud popping noise for her to even notice. I couldn't tell. The pounding in my head was deafening. Looking as if she is about to approach me, Ashton pulls her attention back to him and continues their conversation.
Candy laughs hysterically, grabbing his stomach and commenting about my vice grip as the women scurry away from the broken glass.
The bartender slides me another drink, Scotch this time, and I finish it with one roll of my throat, sliding the empty glass across the old wooden bartop to avoid another incident.
It appears your boy, Lake, doesn’t enjoy sharing your attention, Dylan.
Guess it's about time I make that clear.
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Dylan
“OhmyGod,thenmy mom wouldn't shut up about how you told her driver to change his radio station, or you'd peel his toupee off and throw it in the gutter.” Ashton laughs, nudging me playfully.
