Draw (Gentry Boys #1)(45)

“Saylor? Did you say your boyfriend’s name is Cord?”

“Yes,” I answered sweetly. “Cord Gentry.”

“Cord GENTRY?” she howled as if I’d just admitting to screwing Count Dracula.

“Bye, ma.” I ended the call, smiling as she sputtered.

I remembered I was famished and that it would be hours before I could eat again so I gulped down my chicken sandwich. Yesterday, the abrupt news of my mother’s impending nuptials to Gary the Gnome would have upset me. But now I only found it vaguely amusing. It was amazing, I thought, how different the world looked when you could see the love in it. My mind wandered for the last few minutes of my break, recalling the ecstasy of strong hands and a stronger dick. Nothing had ever been as good as it was with Cord last night. The blood rushed to my face and I felt a surge of warm longing between my legs.

Truly floated by, wagging a finger. “You’re doing it again.”

I flushed with embarrassment and took my plate back to the kitchen, returning to work. The crowd grew heavier as the dinner hour wore on. I was rushing around behind the bar and didn’t see Cord until he was two feet away, staring at me.

“Hey,” I breathed, coming around the side and throwing my arms around his broad shoulders. He smelled of heat and aftershave. I shoved my hips against his, and not giving a shit if Ed, the pious manager of Cluck This, got bent out of shape.

He answered me with a crashing kiss which fired every nerve in my body. Cord’s hands circled my waist, his thumbs insistently massaging the flesh beneath the waistband of my skirt.

“Missed you,” he whispered, backing me into a far wall next to the rest rooms as he pressed into me.

I licked at his left earlobe. “I thought you just came here for the chicken.”

“I’ll come for you,” he answered, grinning with lewd meaning.

We were out of sight of most of the patrons, but just barely. Cordero Gentry drove me wild, calling on uninhibited senses I didn’t even know I had. That’s the only way I can explain what drove me to reach between his legs and cup the stiff swelling there, rolling my fingers over it before grasping the length scarcely being held at bay by his pants.

He groaned and arched into me with a penetrating look in his blue eyes which said he was willing to let this go as far as I was. But when a sweet, blue-haired old woman stumbled out of the Ladies Room I lost my nerve, dropping my hand.

“Later,” I pleaded with him as he held me fast.

“Coward,” he smiled.

I kneed him lightly. “I’ll make you pay for that insult.”

He lifted me a few inches. “Make me pay,” he growled. “Make me pay hard.”

“It’s a promise.” I edged around him and heard a low whistle at my back. Creed and Chase were sitting at a nearby table, evidently enjoying the show. I smirked. “Chicken baskets for all?”

“Indeed,” Cord nodded, stretching and adopting a casual expression as he returned to his brothers.

I was useless for the rest of the evening as the Gentry boys opted to linger long after their food was done. The knowledge that Cord’s eyes watched my every step drove away whatever competence I had. I’d meant it completely today when I told him I was his. The words which had passed between us might not be the stuff of flowers and poetry. No. They were more. They were lust and possession blended with the strongest yearnings of the heart.

“I want to f*ck you senseless every night and wake up with you every morning.”

Finally, after breaking six glasses and spilling a plate of cheese fries in the lap of a hulking biker, it was nine and I was finished for the evening. Cord held his arm out when he saw me headed to their table and I happily allowed him to pull me into his lap.

Chase busted up across the table as he finished his third beer. “You’re the crappiest waitress I ever saw.”

I smiled at him as Cord nuzzled my neck. “Find any tits at the gym?”

“Some,” Chase said vaguely, “but they couldn’t seem to find me.”

“Well that sucks.”

“No shit.”

Creed was slumped in his chair, scowling at the floor. Of the three Gentry brothers he was the most mercurial. I’d never heard him talk much, not even when we were kids, but there seemed to be a hell of a lot of chaos behind the scenes.

Cord gripped me around the waist and inhaled. “You smell pretty.”

I raised my eyebrows. “I smell deep fried.”

“So? I like my meat greasy.”

I elbowed him with false irritation, then swiveled around to see his face. “You’re still looking a little rough there, cowboy,” I said running my hands over his faintly bruised cheek.

“Cocksucking bastard,” Creed slurred, kicking out at the table with a loud crash. A few people gasped and I saw Ed glaring at us.

Chase glanced uneasily at Cord. “Told you we should have cut him off before he had those last two shots.”

Cord pushed me gently off his lap and grabbed his brother’s arm. “Big C,” he said softly. Creed regarded him with a murderous glare. Cord moved in slowly and whispered something in Creed’s ear. I glanced at Chase with my eyebrows raised but he just stared across the table, looking sad and uncertain. Whatever this was existed only between the brothers.

After a moment Creed nodded and allowed Cord to pull him to his feet. Once he was standing, Creed blinked and appeared to regain some of his senses. Still, Cord kept a firm hand on him as they made their way to the door. Chase rose and nudged me, motioning that I ought to follow.