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“Careful, Green Monster,” Leon quips, squeezing my shoulder. “I can kick her out if you want. But this is probably the most exciting thing that’s happened to her since she had kids.”
I wrinkle my nose, finally glimpsing Tessa in her short shorts and tube top. She looks the exact same as back in the day. Blonde hair. Pearls. Lean body. And a beautiful snarl twisting her face.
“Someone mated with her?” I snort.
“Jesus, how drunk are you?” Ode asks, passing by with drinks in her hands.
“Little,” I giggle, holding my fingers together.
“Yeah, she has three little spawns running around. She got married to some old, rich prick four years back,” Leon says with a shrug. “Take care of yourself, baby girl. Maybe no more tequila for you.”
“Tequila lets my girl live the damn life she’s craving. Let her drink more so she can go home and get dicked down in the darkness by four hunky rock stars who look like they want to eat her alive,” Ode says, sliding the entire bottle of tequila in my direction. “Have at it, bitch. Drink all the drinks. But don’t regret a damn thing in the morning.”
“No regrets,” I say, lifting the bottle to my mouth and down a mouthful.
“That’s my bitch,” Ode chortles, running off to more patrons.
“River West!” I startle when the sound of my name rings through the entire fucking bar over the speakers.
Oh, no, he didn’t.
“Yeah, you, Pretty Girl,” Rad cuts in with a grin, waggling his long finger at me.
“Make way,” Callum says softly into the microphone, echoing his timid voice through the bar.
The crowd hushes. Their eyes dart around, searching for the person they’re calling. Meanwhile, I’m trying to find a cool new place to hide so they can’t find me.
“Come on, River. Don’t be shy now,” Kieran’s deep voice pulls me to my feet.
“Fucking hell,” I grumble, thrusting my bottle of tequila into the unsuspecting bartender’s hands. “Don’t let anyone drink that.”
“You’re River West,” she blanches, looking me up and down with wide eyes. “You’re a goddamn legend around here.”
Legend. Huh. I kind of like that. I thrust my shoulders back and put my chin in the air. I’d look smooth if I didn’t trip over my damn feet two steps away from my stool. The room spins. It’s either from the copious amounts of tequila I’ve been drinking. Or…it’s the four heated eyes staring at me from the stage. Incinerate me now. Fuck.
Asher holds up a finger, placing his guitar down. “I got her,” he says in a smooth voice, earning a grin from Kieran.
Somewhere along the way, the boys not only mended our relationship, but theirs, too. Maybe it was the extra therapy they’ve been diving into. Or maybe, they’re finally healing something within themselves.
The crowd parts when Asher jumps down, making his way toward me with determination.
“How much tequila have you had, Little Brat?” he murmurs, hoisting me into his arms. My legs instinctively go around his waist, where I tighten them, bringing our centers together.
I squeal, clinging to his neck. “Not enough, Daddy,” I whisper, blowing into his ear as he groans.
“I’ll spank you if you keep that up. I can’t go on stage saluting everyone. They’ll know I have it bad for you.” I shiver at his words, flicking my tongue against his earlobe.
“And do you have it bad for me?”
“So goddamn bad it fucking hurts. Now, stop squirming and be a good brat so we can play you a new song.”
“A new song?” I ask, pulling back to stare into his eyes.
“Just for you,” he says with a smile, stopping right before the stage. “Climb onto the stage, baby.”
I swallow hard, letting go of my anchor, and drunkenly climb onto the stage. Somehow, I fall over my damn feet, straight into Kieran’s waiting arms.
“No more tequila,” he huffs at my flushed face, kissing my nose.
