There went my chance of buying a date with Ryker.
“Questions?” Lucas asked.
Tab, who was sitting in the front, waved her hand. “What happens if someone doesn’t show at the last minute? Do you have stand-ins?” She sounded as though she knew someone might not show. “Because I would like to volunteer.”
Beverly nudged her then whispered something in her ear.
Lucas glanced at the front row where Ryker was sitting.
The chairs were set up in two sections, separated by an aisle. I had a direct line of sight to Tab and Beverly, who were in the section over from me. But Ryker was in the first row in my section, and big heads and poufy hair blocked my line of sight.
“If someone doesn’t show, then we’re down one person. That’s it. We’re not scrambling to find another,” Lucas said. “Any other questions?”
“We’re ready to drink,” someone said.
Lucas held up a stack of flyers. “Make sure you grab one of these. It outlines all the details.”
The crowd scattered, each person taking a flyer. Some headed to the bar, while others didn’t move, talking to their friends beside them.
Ryker went up to Lucas and said something in his ear. Lucas lifted his head and pinned his gaze on me. Then Ryker and I locked eyes.
Erik came over. “What club, ladies? Ajax and Vin are in.”
At the moment, I wasn’t into going to a club. I was more interested in finishing the conversation Ryker and I were having before Lucas’s speech.
“Excuse me for a minute,” I said. If Ryker and Lucas were talking about me, then I wanted to know what they were saying.
I brushed past Tab, who snarled at me. But I didn’t stop. If I did, we would be pulling each other’s hair out. I settled at the podium with Lucas and Ryker. “What’s going on?”
Flicking his blond curls out of his eyes, Lucas chuckled. “I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone.”
When Lucas melted into the group of people on the floor, Ryker combed a hand through his black hair. It had a bluish hue to it in the bright lights of the room.
I anchored my hands to my hips. “So what did you say to Lucas? I know it was about me.”
23
Ryker
This woman was doing crazy fucking things to my head and body. She was standing with her tits out, and they were on full display through her tight shirt—round, full, and needing my attention.
All I could think about was my mouth on her nipples, and I was sure they were puckered tighter than someone sucking on one of those sour gummy candies.
“I told Lucas we should kick you out of the lineup,” I said as sure as my dick was growing. Good thing I was behind the podium.
She laughed, wild and free, a sound that sent blood to my groin. “Please do. I’m only in it because, honestly, I was tired of you on my ass.”
I feigned a pout. “But you liked me gripping your ass the other night.”
Horror flashed in those big emerald eyes as she glanced at the group standing close to us that included the Sims sisters.
Follow the yellow brick road.
I didn’t care who was listening.
She inched closer to me. Suddenly, her lilac scent began making me dizzy and horny and itching to do a repeat of the other night.
I swore my libido was on crack. I was a horny bastard but usually not every minute of the day. Hell, I hadn’t been able to get Haven out of my head. Jacking off twice a day had been the norm during the past week.
