Riley's brows dipped. "Of course she was. Just because you have to get a woman drunk to fuck her…"
Blaise drew himself up, his face turning stony like he was ready for a fight. "I would never?—"
I put a hand on his shoulder to push him back into his stool.
"Don't take the bait. Riley is messing around."
Blaise huffed out a breath, but drew himself back in and nodded. "Right."
"Speak of the devil." Riley's eyes were on the door.
At first I assumed it was him trying to stir up more shit, then curiosity got the better of me. I slowly turned to see my sister Whitney walking in with Fiona, Holly and the woman from the other morning in the café. Leah. She walked in with her chin raised, dark hair tumbling around her shoulders. She wore a skirt that fell to just above her knees, showing off legs that went for days. Under an old leather jacket, her top was cut low, framing cleavage that looked good enough to lick. Her lips were painted cherry pink, the perfect shade for decorating my cock.
"Fuck." I wasn't sure who said that until I realised it was me. And that my dick was half-mast at the sight of her. Realising the other guys’ eyes were on me, I scowled. "What's she doing with my sister?"
Right now, she seemed to be heading to the bar to get a drink, the women talking and laughing about fuck only knows what.
"Girls night out?" Riley asked. "Looks like an open invitation to me." He'd been known to crash plenty of girls’ nights before. And a few bachelorette parties. The guy was shameless. I only went along with him to keep him out of trouble. It was nothingto do with the horny women who enjoyed a quick fuck in the washrooms before going back to their friends.
There was a reason I encouraged Dad to install a condom machine in there. What was the point of having a father who owned the pub if you couldn't benefit from it once in a while?
"Didn't your sister kick you in the balls the last time you interrupted one of her girls’ nights out?" Ryan asked.
"Only verbally," I said.
Whitney was a whole lot of bark, without the bite. Besides, her friend Holly liked sucking my cock. Although, looking at her now beside Leah, the only thing I felt was disinterest. As if she was a pretty leaf beside a gorgeous fucking rose. If that was the case, then I was one of the thorns. Sharp and prickly.
"Shame." Riley grinned.
I punched him in the shoulder. "Fuck off." He liked my balls as much as I did. We both knew it, but we didn't talk about that in front of the other guys. As far as I was concerned, it was none of their business. If they didn't already know then they were blind to what was right in front of their eyes.
"So that's Leah?" Blaise watched her carefully as she manoeuvred around the tables, smiling at something Fiona said.
I wanted to punch him for saying her name. Riley gave him the exact same look, like he was ready to tear his balls off and make him eat them.
"Yeah, that's her," Riley said.
I'd seen lust in his eyes plenty of times. Right now, it was directed toward her. I didn't need to look to know his cock was trying to break the seams of his jeans. I was well acquainted with his dick and all its moods. Hard and ready, soft and satisfied; everything in between.
"I'm going over there." Before the others could say anything else, or even move, I was up off my stool, bourbon in hand, stalking over to the bar.
"Connor!" Whitney squealed, waving her wine glass at me. "Did you bring your scowly face over here to buy us girls a drink?" She had that expression on her face. The one that said she was going to have too much of a good time and no regrets. My sister liked to grab life by the balls and live every day as big and loud as she could. The exact opposite of me. People actually liked her.
Hell,Iliked her. It was almost impossible not to.
"Looks like you've already got one, Whit." I threw back the rest of my bourbon and nodded for another.
"Connor's paying for our drinks for the rest of the night," Whitney announced loudly.
"I can pay for mine," Leah said. She gave me a narrow-eyed glare, like she'd sooner jump off the Aurora Falls than accept anything from me.
"I'll bet you can." I returned her look twofold. The more she gave me that haughty city girl vibe, the more I wanted her lips wrapped around my cock.
"I haven't left town." She tapped her phone on the card reader and pressed the buttons to give a generous tip.
"So I see." I leaned my elbow on the bar, watching her every move.
She smelled like strawberries. Did she taste like them too? I wanted to place my hands on her hips, pick her up to sit her on the bar, open her legs and taste her. And keep on licking her until she screamed my name.
