One Baby Daddy (Dating by Numbers #3)(47)

Calder’s hand is up Rachel’s shirt and Rachel’s hand is pressed against Calder’s lap. Adalyn turns her head into my shoulder and giggles as I clear my throat, loudly.

Startled, Rachel is the first to pull away while Calder is still puckered up, leaning into Rachel and feeling for her lips. Palming his face, she pushes him away and nods up at us. “Company has arrived.”

“What?” Confused for a second, Calder turns around, eyes lust-filled. “Oh shit, I forgot about you two.”

Lips thinly pressed together, I nod my head. “Good first impression, dude.”

“Shit.” He runs a hand down his shirt and clears his throat while glancing at his lap. Shamelessly looking back up at us, he says, “Uh, in normal circumstances, I would stand to introduce myself but, uh . . . kind of have a situation here, so I’m just going to wave.” He does that and says, “I’m Calder and this is my girl, Rachel.”

“It’s very nice to meet you.” Adalyn motions to Rachel’s shirt. “Um your bra is showing.”

“What?” Rachel checks out her shirt. Gasping, she whacks Calder in the chest. “You could have told me, you fool.”

Gesturing to his crotch, he says, “Kind of dealing with my own situation here. You’re the one who got handsy, not me.”

“Oh no, don’t you blame this on me, you’re the one who nibbled on my ear first and said how much you wish you could—”

“Hey-o, we have company.” I gesture toward Adalyn, wishing my friends could pull it together.

Realizing the error of their ways, they sit taller, put some distance between themselves, and wave once again, looking like one giant hot mess.

“Hi, we’re Rachel and Calder, and we’re here to make you uncomfortable with boners and bras,” Rachel says, gesturing to the other side of the booth.

Chuckling, Adalyn takes the seat closest to the wall and brings me down next to her, holding my hand. “Don’t worry about it. Before we went to the theater, Hayden came all over the hotel carpet.”

Rachel and Calder’s eyes both widen as they lock gazes with me, mirth written all over their faces right before they tilt their heads back and laugh.

Meanwhile, my face is bright red, embarrassed as hell, but oddly equally turned on and proud.

“Babe, that’s not the kind of things we talk about in public,” I say, with a light lilt.

“Oh, must have missed that memo.” Casually, she pulls a chip from Calder and Rachel’s nachos and pops it in her mouth, smiling and chewing at me.

“Oh fuck, man. You have met your match.” Calder claps his hands and laughs some more while Rachel leans over to shake Adalyn’s hand with pride, a silent thank you passing between the two women.

Pretty sure Calder is right. I have most definitely met my match. I’m in awe.

“Oh, I have one,” I say as I take a sip of my beer and lick the top of my lip before saying, “Rachel, fuck, chuck, and marry.” I clear my throat, “Daario Naharis, Khal Drogo, and Jon Snow.”

I’m practically giddy over my question, knowing how much this is going to kill Rachel. She is a HUGE Game of Thrones fan, throwing viewing parties and dressing up in her GOT-themed clothing every time the show airs.

Slowly, Rachel lowers her pink Cosmo from her mouth, eyes locked on mine, a little vein in her forehead twitching. “You bastard.”

Laughing, I reach over and pat her hand. “You have to answer. It’s the oath we cheersed to before the game started. And as we have all known from the beginning of this friendship, a cheersed oath is one never to be broken.” I might be a little drunk, but who’s really counting beers tonight? At least I’m not Adalyn who’s been giggling consistently since she downed her fourth drink.

“And you had layups. You just threw down the gauntlet with a fuck, chuck, and marry, Game of Thrones edition. Tell me how that’s fair.”

“It’s not, but I never said I was fair.”

Shaking her head, payback written all over her face, Rachel playfully points her finger at me. “Just you wait, Holmes, your turn is coming.”

“Bring it on.” I spread my arms. “You won’t be able to stump me.”

“Maybe not you . . .” She eyes Adalyn who’s still giggling, playing with the stem of her margarita glass.

Eyeing Rachel suspiciously, I ask, “What are you up to?”

“Just you wait and see.” Sighing heavily, she leans her head back against the bench and really puts some thought into her answer.

Next to her, Calder sways back and forth to the Irish music lightly playing in the background, occasionally biting down heavily on his bottom lip and drunkenly tapping on the table along with the beat. Drunk looks “good” on him.

“If I have to answer, which this isn’t fair, because you know I love all of my men . . .” She presses her hand over her eyes, and swears under her breath. “Marry Jon, chuck Daario, and fuck that monster cock of a man Khal.” Leaning forward, growing even more serious, she adds, “And for the record, I would teach that man how to not only please a woman, but how to make him come so hard, his eyes pop out of their sockets.”

“She knows how to fuck, man.” Calder falls into Rachel and places sloppy kisses all over her face, which she doesn’t seem to mind, given how her mouth opens and her tongue starts prying Calder’s mouth open.