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None of them said a thing.
“That’s what I thought. You’re not too old for anything.” I looked out the window when the car stopped. There was a small crowd of people, but it wasn’t anything like I’d been dreading. “I really do appreciate not having to fight a mass of people to share a drink with y’all. Let me just say that.”
Xavier had his hand on the door, ready to open it, but he hesitated and looked back at me. “How old are you?”
I felt like there was a wrong answer. “I’m twenty-four.”
All three of them groaned. Xavier cleared his throat and nodded. “Too goddamn young for us.”
“Says who?” I didn’t know why I was arguing with him. It wasn’t like I could really hook up with one of them. Ijustgot cheated on and dumped Matthew. I just didn’t like being excluded from their possibilities, I guessed. “Never mind. Let’s just go get our drink. It’s been a long day.”
6
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“Atwhatpointdoesthis cross over into torture?” Mack threw back another shot and wiped his mouth with the back of his arm. His eyes were glued to the same spot they’d been glued all night. “We should take her home and call one of the women we usually see here.”
We each knew we weren’t doing that. There wasn’t a chance in hell we were sending Layla away before she wanted to go. He was right about it being torture, though. She was standing at the bar, leaning over it to talk to the bartender, and the bottom curve of her ass was showing. I knew the color and style of her panties, which was a problem.
“How’d a fuck like O’Brian get her?” Xavier stretched his legs out and rested his beer on his thigh. “She’s too much woman for him.”
“Truer words have never been spoken, brother.” I raised my own shot glass to him and then threw it back. The whiskey burned all the way down, but I welcomed the pain. Anything to distract my dick from the sight of Layla’s bare legs.
“I swear to god, if she bends over any farther, I’m walking over there to spank her. She has to know she’s torturing us.” Mack growled when Layla looked back and sent us a finger wave before turning back to her best friend. “I thought she wanted to have a drink withus.”
Xavier stood up. “I’m going to-”
Whatever he was going to say was cut off by the speakers around the bar crackling on. Music that I didn’t recognize came on and I looked over at Layla to see her fist bump the bartender. The other woman grinned and said something before nodding at us. Layla turned around to face us and narrowed her eyes on Xavier.
“Shit.” Xavier knew he was about to get pulled into something. He couldn’t take his eyes off Layla, though, and I had a feeling he wasn’t going to deny her whatever she wanted.
The music had a gritty beat that Layla’s hips swayed to naturally as she approached the table. She moved right up to Xavier and pressed her hand to his chest. “Dance with me?”
Mack and I watched in amazement as our best friend, a man who neither of us had ever seen even attempt to dance, went to the middle of the dance floor. The music was slow and the lucky sonofabitch didn’t hesitate to pull Layla into his arms. In her heels, she wasn’t more than six inches shorter than Xavier.
They moved together and I shot Mack a wide-eyed look. Xavier was dancing like he’d been doing it his whole life. I watched as Layla, the little minx, turned in his arms and pressed her ass right against him. She held his arms around her stomach and stretched one arm over her head to tangle her hand in X’s hair. The slow grind of her hips was pure sex and my dick was instantly hard.
“Fuck.” Mack gripped the edge of the table in both hands. “How the fuck am I supposed to walk out of here with my dick attempting to act as my third leg?”
I watched as Xavier flattened his palm over her stomach and stroked it down over her hip and back up, almost to her chest. “My brain is going to catch on fire soon if she keeps this up.”
As if she heard me, Layla focused her eyes on me and bit her lip. She motioned for Xavier to stay where he was and then she walked straight up to me and leaned down, eye to eye with me. Her breasts were damn near spilling out into my hands as she smirked and then straightened, threw back my shot of whiskey, and strolled right back to Xavier.
I let out a pained laugh as I looked over at Mack. “I would sign over my house to fuck her.”
He pressed his fist to his mouth and nodded. “Why can’t we?”
Layla was with Xavier again, rolling her hips and looking over her shoulder at him. Whatever she was saying to him made his jaw tighten and his mouth lift in his own pained smile.
“She’s young.” I leaned back in my chair and poured myself another shot. “Too young for us.”
“She doesn’t seem to think so.” Mack swore as Layla turned her ass to us and dipped her body down Xavier’s until she was head level with his dick and then slowly swayed herself back up again. “I’m dying here.”
“You? How do you think X feels right now?” I looked out at Xavier and whistled. “There’s no way he isn’t hard right now.”
Mack snorted. “He was sporting major tent earlier when she brushed against him. That was just a second of touching. I’d be surprised if his dick isn’t unzipping his pants by now.”
I threw my shot back and let out a sigh of relief when the song ended and both Xavier and Layla came sauntering back to the table. X was as stiff as we expected, but Layla was liquid. She slid into her chair and crossed her legs before reaching forward to snag the bottle of whiskey from Mack’s hand. She took a pull straight from the bottle and then licked her lips.
