“Will you think badly of me if I do?”
Paisley huffs out a laugh. “Does it matter either way?”
“I guess not.” A heavy exhale whisks away from me. “I’m lowkey obsessed with Colton Keller.”
She holds out a palm for me to slap. “What’re you gonna do about it?”
My shoulders bounce to a casual gait as I turn in the saddle again. “Hey, Stalker. When are you taking me on a date?”
His smolder blazes hotter. “Just say the word, Princess.”
Brody whacks his chest. “Can you not slobber over her like a piece of meat in my presence? That’s my little sister.”
“She’s a big girl and doesn’t appreciate you trying to censor her boyfriend’s desire.” My tone is purposefully sweet to piss off my brother.
He pinches the bridge of his nose. “I’m ready to leave when you are, wife.”
“We just got here,” Paisley complains.
“And I’m being visually assaulted by these two.”
“Now you know how it feels.” I wag a finger between them. “Still not comfortable with this.”
“But we’re sisters,” Paisley whines.
“That makes it tolerable.”
Colton stretches to thump Brody on the arm. “Why don’t you feel that way about me,brother?”
My bestie’s eyes bug out. “Was that a playful comeback?”
“A man of many talents,” I sigh.
She lowers her voice and asks, “Best you’ve ever had?”
“That hasn’t been confirmed. He’s denying me the dicking of my dreams until our love is a two-way street.”
Her brows wiggle. “Oooooh, he wants to lock you down.”
“Big time.”
“And you’re going to let him?”
My head bobs. “There’s no alternative to this kinky ultimatum.”
Paisley sputters. “Excuse you?”
“Ah, you missed that earlier.” I wave off her shock. “Long story short, it doesn’t get better than him.”
“Um, okay. Should I be concerned?”
“Only for Colton and his enormous ego. I’m going to drag it out.” And make him beg. Maybe toss in a spanking or two. Not that my friend needs to hear any of that. A giggle that’s dipped in diabolical intentions escapes me. “But first, I’m taking you somewhere special for lunch.”
Our second trip to Dirty Dicks is received just as poorly by the regulars holed up inside. Silence announces our entrance. It’s the stagnant type that crawls across my skin and leaves a sticky residue behind. My boots scuff across the floor, dragging me to an empty spot along the wall.
That allows me to catch the array of emotions splashing over Bianca’s face. From uncertainty to excitement, she can’t seem to decide how to feel. But then her focus snags on a pair of shirts hanging on a flickering beer sign that proudly proclaim the name Dirty Dicks.
“Are those for sale?” She stabs a finger at the merchandise that probably hasn’t been touched in months.
