Game (Gentry Boys, #3)(5)

“That was lovely,” the girl purred as her hands roamed dangerously close to his package. She might not have been bad looking before she got all used up.

“It was, baby,” he agreed, winking at me.

Everyone else stood there waiting. They clapped when Cord and Say walked in, then began finding seats at the scattered tables.

Declan’s girl glanced around. “Is there a bar? You said there’d be a bar.”

He pressed some cash into her hand. “There’s one right outside. Go help yourself, baby.”

The girl smiled and ran her hand along his crotch again. He didn’t visibly react. He just waited for her to leave with a mild look on his face.

“Nothin’ but class,” I teased him, nudging his shoulder. “Baby.”

Deck pushed his dark hair out of his eyes and frowned at the girl’s back. “Yeah, I forgot her f*cking name. It might be Tami.” He flashed me a grin. “It might be something else. Think I’ll stick with ‘baby’ until I’m done just to be on the safe side. I don’t feel like starting over tonight. Where’s your action? You holdin’ out?”

“Maybe,” I mused, zeroing in on the girl I was looking for.

Stephanie sat at a table on the other side of the room and sipped some champagne. She made a face and looked at the glass, making me think she didn’t drink much. She saw me watching and deliberately turned away. Stephanie wasn’t really a bitch. She just liked to behave like one most of the time for reasons I hadn’t figured out yet.

Deck sized the situation up quickly. “That’s gonna be tough,” he laughed.

I was encouraged. “I like tough.”

It was true. The more Stephanie glowered and seemed to hate my ass, the more I wanted her. She was cute as hell and would have been even more dazzling if she’d put on some makeup and show herself off a little. Sure, there were cute girls everywhere and frankly I’d been inside more of them than I could remember with a gun to my head. But Stephanie Bransky got under my skin for some reason and I was determined to get some relief.

Tonight Steph was dressed up for once. She seemed unhappy about it. I was a little confused about her dress. It looked like it didn’t belong to her. The fit was bad and she kept pulling at the fabric around her chest. As I watched, she started doing it again. There was something rather adolescent and self-conscious about the way she kept adjusting herself. Maybe she was uncomfortable over the way the dress accentuated how small her tits were. I didn’t mind small tits though. Not as long as the rest of the body was hot and I could tell hers was pretty damn fine. I wanted to see all of it. I wanted to put my mouth everywhere and feel her shudder underneath me. It might have been a sick thing, to want so badly to f*ck a girl who seemed to loathe the sight of me. Except I would bet the tip of my dick that it wasn’t true. Stephanie didn’t hate me. In fact, she wanted me as much as I wanted her.

Declan had moved on to go hug the bride like he might eat her. I leaned flat against the wall to avoid poking anyone in the ass with my colossal boner. There was a reason why that shit was just raring to go. I’d steered clear of women for the last month as I got clean. Cord and Chase had pushed me into the program but now I could admit that I couldn’t have kicked the pills without it. It had gotten out of hand so f*cking quickly and it still terrified me. At first I’d just thought of them as a form of help. I told myself I just needed to swallow some ‘help’ to get to sleep. Then I was swallowing more ‘help’ to stay awake. In between it all I needed something else to even out the two. How long would it have taken me to leapfrog to the same level of hopeless addiction I’d watched overtake my mother? It was a weakness that had consumed so many Gentrys before me and it would have had me in its teeth too, were it not for Cord and Creed. The boys would never let me get ruined that way.

Creed stopped singing and Saylor hugged him. They’d had a rough time of it when she first moved in. Creed couldn’t seem to get used to dealing with a female on a daily basis and Saylor couldn’t get used to Creed. He’d changed though. It might have been because of the fight last month, a brutal match set up with high stakes. He had needed to maim the evil bastard he was pitted against just to walk away alive. Creedence wasn’t exactly the introspective type but the brush with death may have crossed his wires a little.

Creed’s girlfriend, Truly, sidled next to him and he wrapped his arms around her waist. I saw the shift in his face as he gazed down at her. No, it wasn’t the fight that had changed him. It was her. It was finding an incredible girl who thought he was everything even as he was blown away that someone like her could fall for him.

“You sick or something?” Cord asked, joining me against the wall.

“Nope. I was thinking deep thoughts.”

“Yeah? The kind that make your dick hard?”

I shoved him. “Up yours. What the hell are you looking down there for anyway?”

“I wasn’t, Chasyn. But I know you better than you know yourself.”

“Twenty two years of constant attachment will do that.”

“Plus the months spent in the womb.”

“Speaking of wombs, I knew it was gonna be multiples.” I grinned at him. “Genetics and all.”

He smiled and glanced over at his bride. “Look at her,” he said in a tone of soft awe.