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“Nice to meet you, Lacey.” Chet raised his glass and then looked over at Emily. “And you, too, Emily. I’m Chet, Wyatt’s brother.”

“Oh, nice to meet you, Chet. You are so handsome,” Emily gushed. Well, I guess she wasn’t interested in me after all. Emily sat next to Chet, and then Lacey sat next to me.

“Hi,” Lacey said breathlessly. “You’re really cute as well. How old are you?”

“I’m 25. And you?”

“I’m 28, but I can be a cougar if you want.” She licked her lips and scrunched up her nose in a way that was probably supposed to be cute, and it was everything that I did not appreciate in a woman. She was pretty, sure, and if her top were any lower, her boobs would be exposed, but she just wasn’t my type. I mean, she might have been fun for a night, but I was old enough that I didn’t bother wasting my time with that type of woman anymore. Far too much drama.

“So, Chet,” Lacey leaned forward on the table, “you have such a familiar-looking face,” she said. “Have I seen you on TV or in movies?”

“I don’t think so,” Chet replied. “But you know, maybe you’ve seen me in your dreams.” He winked.

I groaned. “Really, Chet? Does that line work for you?”

“I don’t know. Ladies, does that line work for me?”

“Oh, yes.” Emily was touching his chest now.

I could see Lacey glaring at Emily. Maybe both of them were after my brother. I laughed inwardly. Here I was not wanting to be with either one of them and trying not to be rude, and it seemed like neither of them wanted to be with me anyway.

I was about to make my escape when Lacey turned back to me. She put her hand on my jeans and ran her fingers up my inseam, stopping directly over my crotch, and squeezed.

Startled, I jumped a little.

“Just checking the goods,” she said, squeezing again. My cock reacted, but not because I wanted to be with her, more because her fingers were squeezing me quite hard.

“Okay.” I grabbed her hand and moved it away. “Do you normally go up to strange guys and grab their cocks?”

“No.” She leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “I normally go up to guys and grab their dicks, though.” She giggled and poked her tongue into my ear. It was wet and cold, and I moved away quickly. The whole thing was starting to feel like a bad dream.

“I think you might have the wrong impression here,” I said, keeping my voice down. “Me and my brother actually just came out for a drink. We weren’t really looking to hook up tonight.”

“Speak for yourself,” Chet said.

Emily was running her fingers down his arms now and squeezing his biceps. I guess she preferred his because she was oohing and aahing like no one’s business. I tried not to roll my eyes. This was absolutely ridiculous.

“So, Wyatt …” Lacey leaned towards me again.

“Yep, that’s my name. Don’t wear it out,” I grumbled.

She giggled. “Oh my gosh, you’re so funny. You’re so, so funny. Can I tell you something, Wyatt?”

“Go right ahead.” I took a deep sip of my beer.

“You know what my favorite position is?”

“First position?”

“What?” She looked at me blankly.

“I figured you were talking about ballet.”

“No, silly.” She ran her fingers up my thigh again, and I grabbed her hand.

“Don’t,” I said.

“Reverse cowgirl,” She licked her lips again. “I can be pretty wild, you know.” She leaned forward and pressed her lips against mine.

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