“Well, they’re not now.”
“I like my balls in a vise,” Dane grins at them. “They never get cold and blue.”
“Never again,” Wyatt murmurs.
I can see there’s more to Wyatt’s story than he’s letting on. He’s hurting. I was there once, so I draw the focusoffhim to Dane. “You’re an idiot,” I say to Dane’s remark. “How does yourvisefeel about strippers?”
He throws his head back laughing. “She’s going to be jealous and want pictures.”
Now I laugh because that sounds like Cami. “What about Josephine?” I ask Angel.
“She’ll be okay,” he tells me. There’s a hesitation in his eyes. I get it. Josephine struggles with insecurities, but she has overcome a lot of them.
“Go call her,” Liam looks at him across the pool table. “I’ll wait until you get back to win.”
He leaves the room with a grin, tossing Liam a middle finger, just as the doorbell rings. Wyatt rubs his hands together with a wide grin. “They’re here.”
I must admit, I’m looking forward to seeing someone of the female persuasion. “Are these the look, don’t touch variety?” I question.
“For what I’m paying, I better be able to do a lot more than touch.”
The blood rushes from my brain south as I think about sinking into a warm, wet pussy. “Go take them to the den. I’m going to get more drinks.”
They all head for the den while I go to the liquor cabinet. Pornstar Dancing starts blaring through the house surround sound making me grin. Maybe I need to write a song a girl can take her clothes off to.
Angel comes from upstairs the same time I start toward the den. I raise an eyebrow, surprised to see him again. I would’ve bet money he would be in his room the rest of the night on the phone with Josephine.
“She okay?”
“She’s good. Said to have fun,” he shrugs.
“And you believe her?” I don’t bother to hide my doubt.
“I made her video chat. She’s okay. Besides, those girls out there don’t have shit on Josie.”
I’m not sure I believe Josephine is okay. More like she’s trying to be. I do know she has nothing to worry about. Before Josephine came back into his life, Angel was exactly where Maddox and I are.
I’m glad he got her back. He actually smiles once in a while now. He found his peace and second chance. That doesn’t happen often. It sure as hell won’t happen to me.
“Come on then.” I jerk my head toward the den. “The party’s starting without us.”
We walk into the den where two girls are dancing to Cherry Pie. They recognize us. You can tell by the way they are eyeing Dane, Angel, and me. The other guys are getting their entertainment, but the girls are focused on us.
They won’t find what they’re looking for. Angel and Dane won’t touch them. I will touch them, but I’m not keeping them. They’ll definitely be disappointed at the NDA they have to sign before anything happens, and if I know Liam, they’ve already signed another before he let them through the door.
Angel takes a seat in a chair without even looking at the two girls. Dylan sits back on the sectional sofa, looking bored. Jasper and Stitch are sitting backwards in the chairs from the dining room watching without any real interest. Liam and Henry appear mildly entertained.
When I realize what Dane is doing, I burst into laughter. He has his phone held up, and I hear Cami shouting directions like a movie photographer at the camera man.
Wyatt looks completely enthralled. And plastered. He probably won’t remember any of this tomorrow.
I take a seat next to Wyatt as a brunette with long, dark hair and pale eyes dances. The striking resemblance to Zoey nearly has me telling her to leave because Maddox doesn’t need anything to make him think of her. But it was never about her looks.
She dances with a red head, their hands running over each other like in a cheap porn. I see why everyone is bored.
“Only two? It takes more than two around here, mate,” I tease Wyatt.
“I don’t care if it’s one or ten. I just want some action.”
