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He rushed after me and grabbed my arm. “Wait a second, Layla. I’m sorry. I messed up. Just give me a second to explain.”<br /> I yanked my arm free and scowled at him. “Don’t touch me.”<br /> “Come on, Layla. Don’t be like this. Talk to me. I feel like bad.” He tried to take my hand again. “Please, baby.”<br /> I wasn’t going to let him see that I was upset. No way. He didn’t deserve that. Instead, I stepped away from him and snarled. “Touch me and I’ll break every one of your fingers, Matty. Go and finish your client. I believe she’s still waiting.”<br /> ————————<br /> “Oh, yeah! Eat me, Matty!” The woman screaming for my boyfriend was the lead singer of a moderately popular band called The Homewreckers. It was an aptly named band, apparently. Of course, she sounded amazing as she screamed. I always felt like a choking chimpanzee when I came out loud.<br /> I stood in the doorway of The Homewreckers’ dressing room and took a deep breath. Unfortunately, it was scented with weed. “Hey, Matthew?”<br /> Matthew, who’d always told me he hated being called Matty, yanked his head out of Miriam Dark’s private part and spun around to face me. It was almost comical how fast he spun and how wide his eyes were. He was white collar handsome. His hair was always perfectly cut, his eyebrows were never too long or bushy, and he shaved his face twice a day. He had nice blue eyes and a nice smile. Nice body, nice guy. Well, maybe not a nice guy. After all, his face was covered in another woman’s private part fluids.<br /> “Layla! What are you doing here?” He climbed to his feet and I watched in disgust as he shoved his flaccid shaft back into his nice dress pants. Then, as an afterthought, he wiped his face and stumbled closer to me. “This isn’t…”<br /> I rolled my eyes. “It isn’t what it looks like? God, Matthew, at least be original.”<br /> Miriam took her time closing her legs and gently patted Matthew’s shoulder. “Are we done here, Matty? Or do you think you’ll be finished soon and want to finish here?”<br /> Laughing, I rolled my shoulders and leveled a hard stare at Matty. “We’re done. Whatever we had is over, so feel free to finish playtime with whoever and whatever. I’m on vacation for a few days, so don’t call me.”<br /> He rushed after me and grabbed my arm. “Wait a second, Layla. I’m sorry. I messed up. Just give me a second to explain.”<br /> I yanked my arm free and scowled at him. “Don’t touch me.”<br /> “Come on, Layla. Don’t be like this. Talk to me.” He tried to take my hand again. “Please, baby.”<br /> I wasn’t going to let him see that I was upset. He didn’t deserve that. Instead, I stepped away from him and snarled. “Touch me and I’ll break every one of your fingers, Matty. Go and finish your client. I believe she’s still waiting.”<br /> “Jesus. You work for me, Layla! How do you think this is going to go?”<br /> I backed away from him. “I think it’s going to go just fine. Like I said, I’m on vacation. Don’t call me. Don’t message me. Don’t think about me. As my ex-boyfriend or my boss.”<br /> “People ! Maybe not you, the perfect Layla, but normal people. You have to accept that.” He followed me. “I know that. I shouldn’t have started anything with Miriam, but when I’m on the road with the band, it’s hard. I miss you and she’s there.”<br /> My heart hardened and I took a deep breath. “How long have you been her?”<br /> He swallowed so hard I saw his Adam’s apple bobble. “Come on, Layla. None of this will matter. I’ll stop. I’ll stop and we can get engaged. You want that, right?”<br /> I gagged. “Ew, Matthew. There’s not a chance that I’m getting engaged to you! I’d rather stick my papilla in a truck winch and turn it on.”<br /> Miriam sauntered out of her dressing room topless and looked me over. “We’ve been for a year. Matty eats private part like a champ.”<br /> A real smile stretched my lips. “ He might get an climax, but a champ? Hardly. Anyway, enjoy him. I hope him not having a girlfriend doesn’t ruin your lady boner.”<br /> “Miriam, go back inside! Layla, just stop and talk to me!”<br /> Miriam and I both answered Matthew in unison.<br /> I looked at her and shrugged. “Maybe you’re not all bad.”<br /> Without waiting for either of them to say anything else, I turned around and walked away, ignoring Matthew as he called my name. Eventually he stopped and I walked faster. I needed to get out of there before I cried. I wasn’t about to cry backstage at a music festival. Someone would probably jump out and tit punch me as some anti-crying ritual.<br /> As I walked faster, I couldn’t fight the way my eyes filled with tears. No matter how lackluster Matthew was, I’d devoted years of my life to him. I’d just wasted my vacation time on him, too. I thought sneaking out to meet him on the road would be fun and lend some much needed excitement to our relationship. Things hadn’t been good…ever…but I’d hoped that we could at least get back to a place where I didn’t dread seeing him at work every day.<br /> I wiped at my eyes and felt the mascara I’d coated my eyelashes with earlier. Stupid. I swore and stomped my way farther away from Matthew and the ugly end of our relationship.<br /> I couldn’t wait to get back home to my apartment and destroy everything of Matthew’s that he’d left behind. I needed to update my social media. I didn’t do much on it anymore, but I couldn’t stand the idea of people thinking I was still with the loser. I’d have to call Grandma. That thought made me want to sob. She hated Matthew, but she liked that I wasn’t alone in LA. Knowing I was single again was going to worry her. And if she told Jagger, my older brother, about me being single, Jagger would call and demand to know what’d happened. It was just a mess.<br /> Growling out a frustrated sound, I looked down to make sure I stepped over a big mess of cords. I couldn’t believe someone had left the stage like that. It was a hazard. Not to mention, it would be so easy tothe show if someone tripped over the wrong cord.<br /> I should’ve been paying attention because when the crowd’s wild cheering broke through my self-pitying stupor, I looked up to see how close I’d gotten to the main stage. Unfortunately, a man with a guitar was coming off the stage, looking back at another man behind him. I was moving too fast to stop in time and he wasn’t looking. It happened so fast that I didn’t even make a sound as I smacked right into the man and felt pain before bouncing off his hard body and going down hard. Those tangled cords.<br /> I heard a deep voice growl above me, but I reached up to feel my forehead and felt something wet. I knew my eyes went as wide as softballs and when I pulled my fingers down and saw red, I groaned. Blood was my kryptonite. My vision darkened and I gagged on my way down.<br /> ___<br /> “Well.” By the time I realized what was happening, the curvy brunette was flat on the ground. I dropped to my knees next to her and swore when I saw the blood on her forehead. “This is a new form of falling for me.”<br /> Xavier squatted on her other side and frowned. “Not really a great time for joking. You knocked her out.”<br /> Jones sighed and ran his hands through his hair. “Where’d she come from? Also, maybe look where you’re going from now on. You ran the poor thing over. Big time.”<br /> I brushed her hair out of her face and had a completely ridiculous moment of feeling like I was staring down at Sleeping Beauty. She was gorgeous. I gently patted her soft cheek. “Ma’am? Hello?”<br /> “Great work. She’s jumping right to life.” Jones looked over his shoulder. “You’ve got about thirty seconds to get her on her feet and out of the way before the crowd beats back security and runs back here.”<br /> I forced my eyes to her forehead and frowned. The cut was definitely from my baby. It looked like either a cord or a corner of my guitar had hit her just perfectly to leave a small cut. The skin around the cut didn’t look too angry and overall, she looked okay. Besides being unconscious. I ran my hands under the back of her head and felt around to see if I found a lump from her hitting her head on the ground, but there was nothing.<br /> “The medics are tied up at another stage.” Xavier growled in frustration and stared down at the woman. “Cut looks fine. Anything along the back of her head?”<br /> I shook my head. “No. She seems fine, honestly.”<br /> “I don’t like that she passed out.” He sat down across from her and rested his elbows on his knees. “Go ahead and shower. I’ll watch over her until you’re back.”<br /> Xavier, Jones, and I had served in the military together. We’d each done enough time to know how to take care of basic medical emergencies and several other things we’d never need in civilian life. It’d been a long time since any of us had to do first-aid in the field, but we could still hold our own.<br /> “Sure. I’ll be fast.” I winced. “I’m the one who plowed her over. I should be the one that has to explain it.”<br /> I showered as fast as possible in the small bus bathroom but I still wasn’t fast enough. By the time I shut the water off, I could already hear a husky female voice I didn’t recognize ranting away. I wrapped a towel around myself and rushed out to apologize and get her to stop chewing out Jones and Xavier.<br /> What I found wasn’t her chewing them out, though. She was pacing back and forth in front of where they sat on their own couches with her hands on her hips and fury on her face. She wasn’t angry at us, though. Nope. It seemed another man had pissed in her cereal that morning.<br /> “This is just the cherry on the cake. Why not get a scar to memorialize the day I walked in on my boyfriend cheating on me? I’m so angry I could punch him in the shaft。<br /> I swear all three of us males cringed. I also had to rearrange my thinking. She was no Disney princess. She had spunk, to say the least.<br /> “She had the nerve to brag about his oral skills. Please. I literally have had better climax humping my hand. Either her needs are rock bottom, which is great for her if that’s the case, or she was just lying to try to hurt me. I’m embarrassed, sure! It’s not everyday you walk in on your boyfriend motorboating Miriam Dark’s private part lips, but whatever. I’m just pissed. I came all the way here. I shaved. I put lotion on every inch of my body. Even the backs of my knees. Did I care that they’re going to get sweaty faster now? Nope. I wanted to be smooth.”<br /> I leaned against the doorway and let myself really look at her. She was taller than I’d thought and had legs that stretched on for miles. The black jeans hugged she in a way that made my mouth water. Her waist clipped in just enough that my hands would fit in the notch perfectly if I was taking her from behind. Her shirt made her full chest look even more delicious while she was standing and I was at half-mast almost immediately.<br /> Her body, as stunning as it was, barely touched on the beauty that was her face. Her big blue eyes were surrounded by dark eyelashes and her pouty mouth was stained red. She had dark brown hair down to her shoulders that curled wildly. If she hadn’t been swearing, her creamy skin would’ve really made her look like a Disney princess. She could’ve probably gone down to Florida and got a job playing one of them right then. I’d never been attracted to a Disney princess before, though.<br /> “And you want to know the worst part? I work for the stupid prick. And no, before anyone has the jackass assumption that I’m sleeping my way into my position, I’m not. I’m better at his job than he is and I’ve been sticking around for even longer than I should’ve because he kept promising that he’d put in a good word with his boss for me. Because I deserve it. I do his work. I can’t remember the last time he’s had to do a single thing. At least he chose to Miriam himself. Although, I’m pretty sure I’d be better at that, too.”<br /> Jones snorted and held up his hands when the little firecracker spun on him. “I’m not disagreeing with you, honey. I’m just enjoying hearing you eviscerate this.”<br /> She stared at him and slowly her face darkened and she brought her hand up to cover her mouth. She looked absolutely distressed and I hated it.<br /> “What’s wrong?” I made myself known and was rewarded with watching her eyes trail down my chest. The way her eyes got all bedroom heavy and she licked her lips turned that almost solid excited into a full blown excited. I had to shift to hide it from her curious eyes.<br /> She glanced back at Jones and then at Xavier. <br /> Xavier stood up and inched towards her. “Are you okay? Your head… Is it hurting?”<br /> She looked up at him and I saw the way her body naturally swayed towards my giant of a best friend. Something about that made me want to hug her. Some women treated Xavier and his size like a threat and it hurt him. “ I can’t believe I didn’t realize before now. You’re JAX.”<br /> Jones sighed and nodded. “Yep.”<br /> She pushed her curls back from her face. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to fangirl. I’m just mortified. I work for your record label and this is now the most unprofessional vacation I’ve ever taken. I have to go. Can you just forget you ever saw me?”<br /> While I sat quietly on one of their couches, the guys took turns taking showers and getting ready. I canceled my hotel room for the night and tried to book another, but everything was full. I decided I’d just sleep in my rental car that night and leave for the airport as soon as I woke up. I could clean up there and catch an earlier flight back home without having to wait too long, if I was lucky.<br /> A knock on the door came a little while later and I got up to answer it without thinking. I was used to doing everything for Matthew and that attitude just extended to other parts of my life, it seemed. I was hanging out with the biggest band at the record label. No matter how many ways or times Mack suggested I look at them as regular guys, that wasn’t going to happen. They were all over the place in the Bingham office building. How I hadn’t immediately recognized them at first showed how angry I’d truly been.<br /> I almost had my hand on the door handle to open it when Jones’ fingers closed over my wrist and pulled me away. I stumbled from the surprise of him suddenly appearing out of nowhere and he righted me with his hands on my hips.<br /> “You don’t know who’s knocking. You don’t answer the door unless you know who it is.” He eased me back a few steps and opened the door himself. A few seconds passed before he closed it again and turned to me with my bag. “Are you sure this is all you need?”<br /> I took the bag but I couldn’t help myself. “You answered the door without knowing who it was.”<br /> He shrugged. “Yeah?”<br /> “But you just said I couldn’t.” I dropped my bag on the couch and crossed my arms over my chest.<br /> He inched closer to me and I was immediately aware that we were the only two people in the front of the bus. “You’re tiny. If someone had bad intentions, it would be a lot easier to hurt you than it would be to hurt me.”<br /> I scoffed. “I’m not tiny. I’m bigger than most of the women who were trying to climb up the stage at your concert tonight, I bet.”<br /> He stepped even closer. “You’re tiny compared to me.”<br /> “I can open doors, Jones.” I tipped my head back slightly to hold his gaze as he moved closer.<br /> His hand curled around my waist and I got another flash of his tongue ring when he licked his lips. “You can do a lot of things, I’m sure, Firecracker. That doesn’t mean you should. That ex of yours might’ve let you do all sorts of things by yourself, but just consider that maybe that’s because he isn’t a real man.”<br /> I flushed as his words sank in. My natural instinct to argue was there, but I swallowed it down and smiled instead. “Maybe you’re right.”<br /> He glanced over my shoulder and took a step back. “Bathroom’s open. Go, get changed.”<br /> I looked over my shoulder and saw Mack standing in the pathway that led to the rest of the bus. He was dressed, thankfully, but it didn’t exactly take away from his hotness. I grabbed my bag and walked towards him. “I got my bag. Thanks, again.”<br /> He nodded and moved sideways, but not out of the way. The three of them on the bus didn’t leave a lot of extra room to move around, especially towards the back half of the bus. When I moved past him, my chest brushed against his and I watched his eyes narrow on me. I held my breath and then bumped right into Xavier. He wrapped his arm around me to keep me steady and I found myself plastered against his chest.<br /> “Not a lot of space back here. Sorry.” Xavier gently moved away and smiled. “Let me get out of your way.”<br /> I shook my head and nodded back at Mack. “Mack didn’t. I’ll just squeeze by.”<br /> Squeezing past Xavier was an even tighter fit and it wasn’t just my chest that rubbed against him. I felt a bulge in his pants against my stomach and fought the need to look down and see if it looked as big as it felt.<br /> He grunted when my bag hit him after I made it through but when I turned to check on him, he held up his hand. “I’m good. Go on.”<br /> I was slipping into the bathroom when I heard Mack laughing. “Put that thing away before you poke someone’s eye out, X. Jesus.”<br /> I pressed my back against the door and covered my face with my hands. I was pretty sure I wasn’t living in reality anymore. Working in my job meant I’d seen several famous musicians, but whatever was happening with JAX felt different. I was sure they were just flirts, but I was picking up big energy.<br /> I opened my bag and looked at the things I’d brought and made a split second decision. My anger at Matthew directed my hands as I pulled out the outfit I’d planned to seduce him with. A corset top that made my boobs look out of this world and a skirt that flirted around my thighs with every move I made weren’t things I’d typically wear out in public, but I was going out for a drink with one of the biggest bands in the country. I wanted to look as good as they did. Or, at least try to.<br /> Both the top and skirt were black, as were most of my clothes. I nearly died trying to get on the corset, but with a little maneuvering and a papilla almost lost in the battle, I got it on. I slipped my feet into black strappy heels that I only wore on special occasions so Matthew didn’t complain about the way I towered over him. I spent a few minutes darkening my makeup for a night out and put a gloss over my red lips to make them pop.<br /> It was as I was working my hair into a cute half-back style that I realized I was primping like I was going out on a date and maybe doing too much. I was suddenly embarrassed and horrified that I would walk out of the bathroom, just to have the guys look awkward about how much effort I’d put into simple drinks. My heart hammered and I pulled my cell phone out to quickly send a picture to Jagger.<br /> Do I look like I’m a desperate groupie?<br /> He called immediately. “What are you wearing? Are you going out with that, wearing that?”<br /> To say that my brother hated my recent ex would be an understatement. “Just tell me that I look okay. I’m nervous. I’m not going out with Matthew. I found Matthew cheating on me a few hours ago and dumped him.”<br /> “I’ll murder him.” Jagger growled out the words and I heard the sound of his screen door slam shut.<br /> “Look, we can do the Matthew dance later, but I’m about to go out for drinks with JAX right now, Jag. JAX. Do I look desperate?” I stared at my reflection and frowned. “I think I look desperate.”<br /> “What did you say?”<br /> Groaning, I accidentally stomped my foot and then glared at the appendage like it’d wronged me. “You heard me, Jag.”<br /> “You look fine. You’re going out with JAX? As in my favorite band? I don’t believe you. Send me a picture.”<br /> “I’m not sending you a picture, Jag!” A knock on the bathroom door made me yelp. “Just a minute!”<br /> Mack’s low voice came from the other side of the door, clear as day. “Why don’t you come out here and let us tell you that you don’t look desperate?”<br /> “Was that one of them? Put them on the phone. Right now, Layla Rose Morgan!”<br /> I shoved the phone out of the door and pressed my forehead against the wall. It would’ve been good to know the bathroom wasn’t sound proof before I’d taken Jagger’s call.<br /> Mack reached into the bathroom and wrapped his arm around my waist, easily tugging me into his arms and towards the front of the bus while he spoke with Jagger. “So, Jagger, huh? Who are you to Layla?”<br /> I couldn’t hear Jagger’s reply but whatever it was made Mack grin. I swallowed my nerves and looked up to see Jones and Xavier’s eyes heat when they saw me. I barely resisted the urge to tug my skirt down and moved out of Mack’s arms instead. I put my hands on my hips and stared up at him. “He’s my brother.”<br /> “Layla Rose, huh?” He listened to Jagger and smiled wider. “She is a little prickly, now that you mention it.”<br /> I swore. “Do not listen to him.”<br /> Mack looked over my head at Jones and Xavier. “Layla was named after the Eric Clapton song and her middle name, Rose, is from the Poison song.”<br /> “Every Rose has its Thorn?” Jones let out a laugh. “Wow.”<br /> I shook my head. My entire childhood, every time I got angry, one of my parents would sing the song at me. They’d said they doomed themselves to a sassy kid when they named me Rose. It was something I’d pretended to hate but I secretly loved it. Grandma and Jagger were the only people in my life who still sang it at me when I acted spicy with them.<br /> “Well, Jagger, thank you for giving me that information, but I’m in desperate need of a drinks.” Mack looked back down at me and his smile was devious. “And don’t worry, Jagger. Your sister doesn’t look desperate.”<br /> I took the phone and turned away from them while pressing it to my ear. “Happy now?”<br /> “Are you hooking up with them? I swear to god, I recognize the sound of a boner and that man had one when he said that last bit.” Jagger didn’t sound angry, like he normally would’ve. He was the stereotypical big brother and loved threatening men who looked at me. “Wait. Let me talk to him again.”<br /> “No!” I lowered my voice and tried again. “No. Not a chance. Goodnight, Jagger. I love you. Talk to you later, okay?”<br /> He grumbled. “Take pictures. I love you, too. Even more now.”<br /> I hung up and turned back towards the guys. I took a big breath in and blew it out slowly. “One picture. Please, take one picture with me so he’ll shut up about it.”<br /> Mack grinned and nodded. “Let’s do it at the bar. We can have someone take it for us.”<br /> “Thank you. He’s a huge fan. I didn’t know he was going to word vomit, though.” I patted my hips and sides while I spoke, trying to find a pocket for my phone and credit card, but I quickly realized I had no pockets. I frowned until Xavier gently took my phone and card from my hand and slid it into his own pocket. Smiling up at him, I put my hand on his arm and squeezed. “Thanks, Xavier.”<br /> He nodded and shifted away again. “Our ride’s outside if you’re ready.”<br /> “I am. As long as this is okay to wear wherever we’re going.” I scanned their faces and saw so much masculine approval that my body heated. “Okay, I’ll take that as a sign that I’m good to go.”<br /> Their ride was a blacked out giant SUV. A driver held the back door open on the side parked closest to the bus and waited. He was a lot smaller than the guys, but I saw a bulge under his jacket that told me he was armed. Being from a small town in Tennessee, I easily recognized the shape of a pistol under a jacket. You couldn’t throw a rock back home without hitting someone holding a pistol. So, maybe don’t throw rocks in small town, Tennessee.<br /> “Gary, this is Layla Rose. She’s with us tonight.” Jones patted the driver on the arm and motioned for me to climb in. “Ladies first.”<br /> I looked at the step up from the ground to the backseat and then down at my skirt. Before I could work out how to get in the car without flashing my panties, Jones wrapped his hands around my waist and lifted me in. I gasped and grabbed his hands, but then I was in the car. I twisted around to face him and he winked before motioning for me to scoot over.<br /> To be nice, I moved to the back row so they didn’t have to wedge themselves there. As I buckled myself in, though, I watched Jones wedge his large body into the seat next to me. I smiled as I looked away, flattered that he’d chosen to sit with me.<br /> Xavier and Mack got in and then Gary was behind the wheel, driving us to whatever bar we were going to. I was sure I was going to lose them when we got to the bar, after the bar patrons saw the members of JAX had just walked in.<br /> “Hey, in case we get split up at the bar, do you think you guys could just put my bag outside the bus when you get back tonight? I should’ve brought it, but I didn’t think about it.”<br /> They each turned to me with confused expressions on their faces but it was Jones who spoke first. “We’re not getting split up. You came with us, you’re leaving with us. Does that normally happen when you go out? Do your friends just split up and leave you behind?”<br /> I grinned and crossed my legs. “What friends? I work eighty hours a week, at least. This is the first vacation I’ve taken since I started working for Bingham. It’s been months since I’ve been to a bar. I just meant that I’m sure y’all are going to get swarmed by adoring fans, rightfully so. I’m not fighting anyone to stay close to y’all. Sorry, but it would be too easy for a boob to pop out and that’s one of my biggest fears. I watched it happen to a lady on Beale Street in Memphis one time and I’ve never been the same.”<br /> They all just stared at me.<br /> “What? You don’t understand. I would never recover.” I shuddered. “That poor woman. I think about her all the time. I hope she’s okay.”<br /> They erupted in laughter at the same time and it really showed how bonded they were. Their laughter almost harmonized. I loved the sound of it and knowing that I’d caused it.<br /> Mack recovered first. “You’re not going to have to fight anyone. We’re too old for the typical bar scene. This is just our chance to unwind, but do it someplace that doesn’t smell like the three of us when we haven’t showered in a few days. There won’t be anyone at the bar except us and the bartender.”<br /> I scoffed. “Did you just say you’re too old? Are you serious?”<br /> Jones grunted. “We’re in our forties.”<br /> I looked each of them over again and somehow, knowing they were older just made them even hotter. They were aging like fine drinks. Or George Clooney. I didn’t want to be obvious about my attraction to them, so I tried to compliment them in a different way. “Have the panties and bras thrown at you slowed down any now that you’re in your forties?”<br /> None of them said a thing.<br /> “That’s what I thought. You’re not too old for anything.” I looked out the window when the car stopped. There was a small crowd of people, but it wasn’t anything like I’d been dreading. “I really do appreciate not having to fight a mass of people to share a drink with y’all. Let me just say that.”<br /> Xavier had his hand on the door, ready to open it, but he hesitated and looked back at me. “How old are you?”<br /> I felt like there was a wrong answer. “I’m twenty-four.”<br /> All three of them groaned. Xavier cleared his throat and nodded. <br /> “Says who?” I didn’t know why I was arguing with him. It wasn’t like I could really hook up with one of them. I just got cheated on and dumped Matthew. I just didn’t like being excluded from their possibilities, I guessed. “Never mind. Let’s just go get our drink. It’s been a long day.”<br /> “At what point does this cross over into torture?” Mack threw back another shot and wiped his mouth with the back of his arm. His eyes were glued to the same spot they’d been glued all night. “We should take her home and call one of the women we usually see here.”<br /> We each knew we weren’t doing that. There wasn’t a chance in we were sending Layla away before she wanted to go. He was right about it being torture, though. She was standing at the bar, leaning over it to talk to the bartender, and the bottom curve. I knew the color and style of her panties, which was a problem.<br /> “How’d like O’Brian get her?” Xavier stretched his legs out and rested his drinks on his thigh. “She’s too much woman for him.”<br /> “Truer words have never been spoken, brother.” I raised my own shot glass to him and then threw it back. The whiskey burned all the way down, but I welcomed the pain. Anything to distract my shaft from the sight of Layla’s undreesedlegs.<br /> “I swear to god, if she bends over any farther, I’m walking over there to spank her. She has to know she’s torturing us.” Mack growled when Layla looked back and sent us a finger wave before turning back to her best friend. “I thought she wanted to have a drink with us.”<br /> Xavier stood up. “I’m going to-”<br /> Whatever he was going to say was cut off by the speakers around the bar crackling on. Music that I didn’t recognize came on and I looked over at Layla to see her fist bump the bartender. The other woman grinned and said something before nodding at us. Layla turned around to face us and narrowed her eyes on Xavier.<br /> “GOD.” Xavier knew he was about to get pulled into something. He couldn’t take his eyes off Layla, though, and I had a feeling he wasn’t going to deny her whatever she wanted.<br /> The music had a gritty beat that Layla’s hips swayed to naturally as she approached the table. She moved right up to Xavier and pressed her hand to his chest. “Dance with me?”<br /> Mack and I watched in amazement as our best friend, a man who neither of us had ever seen even attempt to dance, went to the middle of the dance floor. The music was slow and the lucky guy didn’t hesitate to pull Layla into his arms. In her heels, she wasn’t more than six inches shorter than Xavier.<br /> They moved together and I shot Mack a wide-eyed look. Xavier was dancing like he’d been doing it his whole life. I watched as Layla, the little minx, turned in his arms against him. She held his arms around her stomach and stretched one arm over her head to tangle her hand in X’s hair. The slow grind of her hips was pure love and my shaft was instantly hard.<br /> Mack gripped the edge of the table in both hands. “How the am I supposed to walk out of here with my shaft attempting to act as my third leg?”<br /> I watched as Xavier flattened his palm over her stomach and stroked it down over her hip and back up, almost to her chest. “My brain is going to catch on fire soon if she keeps this up.”<br /> As if she heard me, Layla focused her eyes on me and bit her lip. She motioned for Xavier to stay where he was and then she walked straight up to me and leaned down, eye to eye with me. Her chest were near spilling out into my hands as she smirked and then straightened, threw back my shot of whiskey, and strolled right back to Xavier.<br /> I let out a pained laugh as I looked over at Mack. “I would sign over my house to love her.”<br /> He pressed his fist to his mouth and nodded. “Why can’t we?”<br /> Layla was with Xavier again, rolling her hips and looking over her shoulder at him. Whatever she was saying to him made his jaw tighten and his mouth lift in his own pained smile.<br /> “She’s young.” I leaned back in my chair and poured myself another shot. “Too young for us.”<br /> “She doesn’t seem to think so.” Mack swore as Layla dipped her body down Xavier’s until she was head level with his shaft and then slowly swayed herself back up again. “I’m dying here.”<br /> “You? How do you think X feels right now?” I looked out at Xavier and whistled. “There’s no way he isn’t hard right now.”<br /> Mack snorted. “He was sporting major tent earlier when she brushed against him. That was just a second of touching. I’d be surprised if his shaft isn’t unzipping his pants by now.”<br /> I threw my shot back and let out a sigh of relief when the song ended and both Xavier and Layla came sauntering back to the table. X was as stiff as we expected, but Layla was liquid. She slid into her chair and crossed her legs before reaching forward to snag the bottle of whiskey from Mack’s hand. She took a pull straight from the bottle and then licked her lips.<br /> “This is great. Matthew only drank martinis. When I offered him a shot of Jack once, he blanched and acted like I’d insulted his mother. I should’ve known then and there that he was a loser.” She reached up and rearranged her hair so it was pinned up. Showing off that much more skin, she took a piece of ice out of her glass of sweet tea she’d insisted on ordering to go along with her whiskey and rolled it over her chest. “It’s hot in here. Are y’all not hot?”<br /> I might’ve whimpered like a puppy if I was a weaker man. As I watched a drop of melted ice run down her chest and disappear into her cleavage, my entire body melted and rearranged itself into a being solely focused on wanting and needing Layla.<br /> “Pretty hot, yep.” Mack cleared his throat and stood up. “I’ve gotta call about my guitar. I’ll be right back.”<br /> I laughed as he walked away. “Coward!”<br /> Layla shifted closer to me. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were bright. “It’s your turn to dance with me, Jones.”<br /> I shook my head. “I don’t dance.”<br /> “Neither does Xavier, according to him, but he did a fine job.” She stood up and put her hands on her hips. “If you don’t dance with me, I’ll be forced to dance alone. Do you want that?”<br /> I could picture it in my head and I was pretty sure I did want that. I smirked up at her and she leaned over to rest her hand on the back of my chair. The move put us close together and I had to look up to avoid staring straight into her private part. “Can I help you?”

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