Risk (Gentry Boys #2)(4)

“That one?” he pointed, casual as if we were shopping for a new table lamp.

“Nope.”

I noticed plenty that I could make do with, but nothing special. There was nothing worth unleashing several months of pent-up-balls-deep-fury inside of.

I checked my watch. It was early, only half past ten. Cord had wandered away some time ago to pick up Saylor. Sometimes it still felt a little strange that she was around all the time. Life had revolved around the three of us for so long and now there was some chick in the middle of it all. Chase didn’t seem to mind. He and Saylor had settled into an easy friendship. I tried like hell to be polite but I couldn’t shake the idea that she still thought I was an *. Maybe that’s just how things were going to stay between us. Of course, I couldn’t help but feel a little soft about the girl who had brought such peace to my brother’s life. Cord was our backbone and we might have been leaning on him too long and too hard. I knew damn well he’d never been this happy before.

The music kicked up a notch and some girls climbed up on the bar to dance. They danced badly but they had enough assets that it didn’t matter. Watching them was making me hungry.

Chase nudged me and pointed to a blonde gyrating atop the bar in underwear shorts and a halter. Her braless tits bounced around like half deflated balloons. She kept missing the beat because she was staring over our way. Chase raised his eyebrows to see if I would bite but I just shook my head slightly. I wasn’t going for something common, not tonight.

My brother was exasperated. “What then?”

“I’ll know when I see it, junior. But you go ahead and take a stab at that offer if you want.” As I gestured to the dancing blonde she jerked in surprise, losing her footing as her heel caught on the edge of the bar. She wobbled for a few seconds before toppling into the crowd with a shriek. Chase started laughing. The girl popped up, sputtering, her shirt over her face and her tits flopping. Chase laughed harder.

“Oh shit,” he gasped. “That view actually looks familiar!”

It was kind of hilarious to watch that girl wrestle with her handkerchief of a shirt while everyone in all corners of The Hole got a good long look at her saucer-sized nipples.

“I don’t know, man,” I sighed. “It’s all starting to run together, you know?”

Chase got serious suddenly. “Yeah, I do know.” I could barely hear him above the music so I leaned closer. His blue eyes were just like mine, and just like Cord’s. “You think there will come a time when either of us get into something like what our brother found?”

I’d thought about that before. The overpowering connection between Saylor and Cord was right in front of my face every day so I had plenty of time to think about it whether I wanted to or not. From the outside it seemed like a good thing. But try as I might, I couldn’t imagine looking at the same face every day or rolling over and sticking my dick in the same place every night. Chase would likely get that kind of a deal first. He might be even more of a dog than I was but he related to women in a way I couldn’t.

“Don’t know,” I answered truthfully.

Chase nodded, then twisted in his chair suddenly, grimacing. He spat a few curses and then reached into his pocket. I watched him as he popped a pill, chasing it with a swallow of my beer.

“Pain?” I asked, feeling the old surge of rage. The night I’d gone hunting for the bastards who f*cked him up I didn’t know what I meant to do. Kill them maybe. Cord had stepped between me and a bad fate, taking a hit himself and dragging me back to sanity.

“Nah,” Chase scoffed, stretching and catching the eye of a cute brunette. He pulled back from the table a few inches and patted his lap to mark the invitation but just at that moment she was joined by some hulk who looked like he just walked off an offensive line. Chase shrugged and snapped his fingers at a waitress.

“Two more of these, doll face,” he called, holding up a beer. He nudged me. “What do you think, Big C? We could change sets, try some place else.”

I shrugged. “We may as well hang around a while. Got to wait for Cord anyway.” As I restlessly watched the crowd I wondered what the f*ck my problem was. I’d never been all that picky about girls. If it looked nice and seemed clean then it was good enough for me to have for a little while.

Cord came through the door just then, Saylor glued to his side. He squinted, scanning the crowd. I waved and his face broke into a grin. He leaned over and whispered something to Say but she shook her head and kissed him before pulling away. Cord started to wade through the crowd but my attention had already gone elsewhere.

Saylor was talking excitedly to something that nearly poked a damn hole in my pants. The girl was stacked like crazy and all tightly packaged into this blue flared dress that managed to be both classy and slutty at the same time. She pushed her long black hair out of her face and leaned in to reply to Saylor. As I got a good look at her I realized who she was.

I felt Cord’s hand on my shoulder as he sank into a neighboring chair.

“One of those for me?” he asked, gesturing to the pair of untouched beers the waitress had just dropped off.

“Sure,” I pushed one in his direction. “I’m done for the night.”

Chase kicked me. “Bullshit. You haven’t actually done anything yet.”

I was getting annoyed. “Chasyn, why don’t you go handle your own equipment and quit hassling mine?”