Tapping Her (Bad Boy Billionaires #1.5)(39)

How the f*ck she could tell, I had no clue. All I could see were the vague shadows of a couple canoodling. Or f*cking. Or fighting. Really, they could have been doing absolutely anything.

I’d have to take her at her word. “Should we go say hi?”

“Yeah. She’s had a really bad string of luck with men, so we’ll bail her out if we need to.”

As we got closer, so did Christin and her date, and I had a feeling we wouldn’t be needing to bail Christin out of anything.

“Christin! Hey!” Cassie greeted as we stopped in front of their table. Christin’s head whipped toward us and the whites of her eyes brightened the dark room just slightly.

“Oh my God! Cassie Phillips! I haven’t seen you in forever!”

“I know!”

They hugged and gabbed like girls tend to do until Christin’s eyes finally found my chest, and then moved up and up until they locked on my face.

“Holy hell. Who is this monster of a man?”

I reached out a hand with a smile as she tossed her blond hair over her shoulder. “I’m Thatch.”

“Christin.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“You too!” She turned to the table and reached for her date, glancing back to me in the process. “This is my date—oh shit!”

Her martini glass bounced and shattered and the cool liquid spilled everywhere in a rush, coating her date’s stomach and pants and making him jump from his seat.

“Shite!” he shouted in a deep Scottish brogue, and we all lunged toward the table to help him.

He laughed, though, and immediately, I was relieved to know I wasn’t going to have to assault some f*cking random dude I’d just met for getting out of line over an honest accident.

“I guess it’s a good thing I don’t have a dick, yeah?”

We all started to laugh, and then I could have sworn I heard the mental screech.

“Wait…what?” I asked at the same time Cassie managed a, “Huh?”

Christin’s response was rightfully more dramatic. “What the f*ck?”

“What?” he asked, and I shuddered at the flames in Christin’s eyes.

“Oh shit,” Cassie muttered, and I agreed with a nod. It was about to go down.

“It seems we’ve had a communication breakdown,” I attempted to mediate.

“Fuck yeah, we have,” Christin shouted, and it started to become clear why she and Cassie were friends.

I pulled her back and settled her next to Cassie when her body made threats of physical violence. “I think what Christin’s trying to say—”

“I need the D to get down!”

“Is that she had a fantastic time with you—”

“My * needs a pirate!”

“But it’s not really gonna work out.”

I winced, but pulled the women away before things got even more awkward.

We bellied up the bar and Cassie tried to comfort a distraught Christin. This wasn’t exactly how she’d planned the evening.

“This is why you always do a dick grab early on,” Cassie advised sagely, and I shook my head with a laugh.

“Like, how early on?” Christin asked.

“Do not listen to Cassie,” I cut in.

“Excuse me!” Cassie yelled. “She’ll f*cking listen to me.” She turned to Christin and smiled. “Thatcher isn’t a woman—”

“I’ll say,” Christin interjected.

“So he’s never been in this situation.”

I laughed. “Have you been in this situation? I think not.”

Cassie’s eyes narrowed dramatically, and I put a hand over my crotch protectively. She smirked and replied, “No. Not exactly. But I have a vagina and I can empathize.”

I moved my hand when it looked like Cassie’s aggression had cooled and offered up a question. “So what would you do? To make her feel better now?” I looked to Christin and raised my eyebrows. “You want to feel better now, right?”

I thought she would answer, but her eyes left mine and didn’t return. I couldn’t tell what she was looking at until it happened. One minute I was standing there innocently, and the next I was being fondled.

“What the f*ck?” I shouted with a laugh as Christin’s hand closed around my cock and gave it a squeeze. She didn’t answer, but instead closed her eyes and breathed deep for a full two seconds.

My panicked eyes shot to Cassie, but she just laughed.

“There,” Christin said as she released my confused cock. “I feel better now.”

Kline and Georgia arrived right then.

“Hey, guys!” Georgia waved sweetly while Kline stepped up beside her.

Still in shock, I did the only thing I could. Introduced my fondler. “This is Christin.”

Kline smiled and stuck out his hand, but the dick grabbing fiend wasn’t done. Right past his hand she reached straight to his pants and grabbed his Big-dicked Brooks without shame.

“Oh, holy shit!” Kline shrieked, his voice taking on a pitch way higher than his normal.

“What the f*ck?” Georgia yelled, just as Cassie pulled a smiling Christin back.

“I’m sorry,” she said, her voice completely unapologetic. “But you just completely saved my night.”