I haven’t been able to stop thinking about those lips on mine, her tongue between my teeth. Fuck, I got so hard last night thinking about her, I had to relieve myself like I'm eighteen again.
And now she’s looking at me like she knows.
Like she’s proud of it.
She drops her sister’s long hair and mists it with hairspray.
“All done.” She sets the aerosol can down, fluffing Fia’s red curls. “You look stunning.”
I shouldn’t linger, but I do. “You both look great,” I say gruffly, but I mean it.
Fia shuffles around for something in her closet.
“Do you own anything other than black?” Penny asks but doesn’t wait for an answer before leaning into the mirror and seductively tracing her lips with cherry-red lipstick.
Her eyes meet mine in the small oval mirror as her open mouth puts me in a trance.
I’m beginning to think her hot and cold attitude toward me is on purpose. A little torment for good measure.
My dick is certainly starting to think so.
Even if Penny wanted me the way I want her, she’d never admit it.
Fia emerges from her closet, brown boots in hand, and walks past me with raised eyebrows but remains quiet as she heads down the steps.
But Penny pauses in the doorway, scanning my outfit.
I glance down to see what she’s scrutinizing. “The shirt has a pocket and no stains. I thought it was fine?”
What the hell do I know about fashion? Though no woman ever complained about my outfit choices.
“It’s a dive bar,” I remind her, and she tilts her head, eyes narrowing in on me. “Ever been to one, or has time made you forget that you used to dance on the tables in them,princess?” I wink at her.
Penny’s face goes red, her eyes snapping to mine. “I was a different person back then,” she rebuttals.
“Were you, though?” I ask and turn my back, skipping down the steps, not waiting for her.
Two people can play this little game.
The look on her face as she struts into the kitchen, all beauty and ice, says she remembers everything.
The last time I was at Rebel Tavern with her, she was wearing barely-there shorts, dancing on the bar—wild, young, and free. I remember the sound of her shallow moans, her nails digging into my shoulder as I held her against the wall of that tiny bathroom, doing unspeakable things.
There’s no way she forgot about it.
“You ready?” Penny asks, and Fia nods, grabbing her phone and purse.
I lock the door behind us and meet them in the driveway.
Penny’s digging in her tiny purse for her keys, and while I have a moment to stare, I do. Thigh-high black boots encase her legs, a red leather miniskirt that’s dangerously short hugs her perky ass, and a tight black turtleneck sweater leaves nothing to the imagination. Her hair falls around her shoulders in bouncy curls, and red lipstick lines her pouty lips.
She catches me looking and cocks her head at me. I wish with every fiber in me that I was taking her out on a date right now.
Instead, I’m somehow playing chaperone to these two chaotic sisters.
“We’re taking my car.” Penny nods toward her baby-blue convertible, and I bark out a laugh, spinning my keys on my finger.
“I can’t fit in that car.”
