Beautiful Broken Promises(87)

“Aww, why not Lane’s?” Quinn fake-pouted.

“Ew, guys he’s my brother. I do not want to keep talking about him like that,” Audrey complained. I smiled because even though Lane had basically said as much, that was exactly what I wanted to hear from her.

Just then Audrey’s eyes narrowed in apparent annoyance. The rest of us followed her glare and landed on a tall, beautiful blonde who was walking her hip-swaying self toward Lane. It was obvious she was on a mission, and the way she looked at him was as if she knew him—in a personal way.

“What’s up?” I asked Audrey quietly.

“She’s a problem.”

Em and Quinn looked at one another, and then I saw the light turn on in Em’s eyes. “Is that her? The girl from that one night at your house?” she asked.

“Yes,” Audrey ground through her teeth.

“What girl?” I asked again, although they were all zoned in on Miss-way-too-short-skirt that had saddled up next to Lane at the bar. She moved close and I watched as he tried to inch away from her. Jax and Cole both scooted further away, and Jace turned his back on her completely.

“Are you the jealous type?” Audrey asked me.

“I don’t… think so,” I stated uncomfortably. I thought about her question and then asked, “He’s slept with her, hasn’t he?” She squirmed uncomfortably at my question and then nodded her head. I looked back over to Lane and the blonde. So, I had been right… he was familiar with her.

The way she moved her hips and pushed out her chest toward him proved she wanted him again, although her boobs were nowhere close to what I was packing and her hair was obviously bottled. She reached seductively across Lane and grabbed his beer bottle. Someone behind me gasped when the blonde took a long pull from his beer and gave it back to him.

“I have to give her credit, she sure is working it,” I laughed. I looked back at the girls and they were gaping at me with open mouths. “It’s kind of hot, don't you think?”

“Uh… hot is the last thing I would call her,” Quinn grumbled.

“I’ll second that. If she takes one step toward Jace, I’m ripping her extensions out,” Audrey huffed.

“Not her,” I chuckled. “Just the whole situation.” I gestured toward the bar, where Lane was tossing the beer bottle into a trashcan on the opposite side of the bar as if it were contaminated.

Right on cue, two more scantily-clad blondes sauntered over and smiled at him, the same as the first had. Now Lane was the one fidgeting uncomfortably on his barstool. One of the girls reached out for his bicep, and he politely pulled it from her grasp.

For some insane reason, my body was heating up. The whole situation was ludicrous, because shouldn’t I have been wanting to pull out their hair and dig my fingernails into their eyeballs?

“Elaborate,” Em interrupted my thoughts. “Because even I would be going jealous girlfriend on their asses right now.” Jax, Jace, and Cole had fully removed themselves from the groupie party surrounding Lane. Meanwhile, Lane gave each of the guys pleading eyes and they all subtly shook their heads. They wouldn't be going to help him.

“They want him,” I stated.

“Yes, I can definitely see that. So shouldn’t you be staking your claim?” Em asked.

“He wants me. That’s what’s so hot about this. They want him, but yet he only wants me.” God, I was craving him right then.

In my periphery, I noticed the waitress had returned with our shots, but mostly my eyes were glued to Lane, watching as he tried to dodge and escape the girls who were clamoring for his attention. With extreme discomfort on his face, he finally braved looking out at me past all the blonde hair. At first he gave me a desperate face, as if silently telling me he didn't want their attention. Then, his entire demeanor changed. The lust in my eyes must have been obvious—hell, it was practically written across my entire body.

His eyes narrowed slightly and he sat up a bit straighter on his stool. The movement made his body appear even larger, and his biceps noticeably flexed under the sleeves of his shirt. He was absolutely delicious and he was looking right at me. I felt my nipples harden under my thin shirt, and I should have looked away from him because I couldn't walk around like that. But I couldn’t force myself to look anywhere else. He was too intoxicating and I was too horny.

His hand came up to where I could see through the bodies and he crooked his finger back and forth at me. I shook my head coyly at him, just to egg him on. He cocked an eyebrow and motioned for me to get over there. Now.