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“It’s too much,” she protested, but I had been watching her work her ass off all night, glaring at the prick who couldn’t remember her eyes were up higher.
I shook my head. “You’ve earned it listening to this guy,” I said dryly as Ty flipped me the bird with a grin. “Send over pom guac then for part of it.”
She leaned and added in a conspiratorial tone. “Maddie always gets an order to-go…”
“Then that’s on me, too. See, earned every fucking penny.”
Nicky laughed, and put her hands on her hips, tilting her head. “Watch out, Lockwood. That mask is starting to slip.”
As she walked away through the crowd, Ty laughed loudly. “Told you.”
I glared at him. “I’m afraid to ask.”
“Underneath that facade is a guy who just wants to be loved.”
“Fuck off.”
He threw his head back, and slapped his knee. “It’s always the girl that makes a guy step up his game and turn shit around. And me, of course.”
“Fuck off, Simmons.” I drank the rest of my beer down, glaring at him over the bottle, “Don’t whine when I make you run running plays for two hours next time.”
He shrugged. “I get it. It’s your love language. Mine? Acts of service. And food. Particularly tacos. From here.” Batting his eyelashes at me, he continued. “And you are checking off all my boxes. Too bad you’re a dick.”
“Don’t you mean Ihavea dick?”
“Said what I said.” His grin, unapologetic, irked me, but instead of being an asshole like I usually would, I drained my beer with a death stare. He raised his eyebrows with a jerk of his head in the direction of where Maddie sat with her friends. And my dickhead half-brother’s girl.
“Here’s your chance, QB. No play action fake, get it in the red zone.”
“You seriously have issues.”
“And you love me despite our problems. But seriously, go. Talk to her. Use your mutual love for fucking pom guac to spark a conversation.”
For a moment I considered walking out and leaving him with the check, but then my dick decided to join the conversation. I stood and headed in the direction of the bathrooms without looking back. God knew Simmons was loving every second of this, but right then, I didn’t give a fuck.
When I neared the darkened hallway, I glanced around. Nearly empty, and the perfect place a creepy asshole would stalk a poor girl and wait outside the damn door for her to come out. I was just about to turn and leave, when someone came barreling through the ladies room door.
And slammed head first into me.
The scent of berries mixed with something warm and exotic drifted up from her warm skin, bracelets on her wrists making the sweetest noises as she steadied herself. Hands on my chest, warm and real.
Clear blue eyes blinked as she realized where she was, and she tried to step away, but my hands covered hers and held her in place.
Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips. “Hi,” she said, all breathy and sweet and everything that I didn’t deserve.
“Oh, baby girl.”
Gaze wide and innocent, she curled her palms into fists, clutching my shirt in her fingers. My fucking cock nearlyexploded at the contact, wishing her hand was clenched around it instead of the material of the thin t-shirt.
“Yes?”
I smirked. This conversation, the way she looked up at me, had the potential to go all sorts of ways. “You should have another water before you leave.”
Her head jerked back. “Um, youdoyou realize I don’t even know you?”
I noticed she still hadn’t pulled her hands from mine. If anything, she was holding on tighter. A fiery spark lighting her eyes that reminded me of the Fourth of July. “Name’s Sebastian Lockwood.”
She almost rolled her eyes, and my fucking palm twitched. Either to stroke her cheek or spank her ass. Both ideas made my cock even happier.
