A Time for Hope (Lexi, #3)(15)

“Says YOU! I would have totally had you.” Dan insisted.

“I was holding my wife and you still missed.” Alex hugged me closer.

“I didn’t want to accidently hit her, I was aiming wide.” Dan justified the punch that didn’t happen.

“Incidentally you might want to apologize for calling her a groupie whore.” Alex raised his eyebrow and tilted his head in my direction.

“Yeah well, I thought she was a groupie whore. She was rubbing her tits all over you, trash talking your wife and wanting to suck your dick. It was entrapment so it doesn’t count.” Dan explained, wondering how we hadn’t worked it out ourselves.

“Dan, entrapment? How did I “entrap” you? You saw what you did out of context.” I put my hands on my hips, wondering how Dan jumping to conclusions constituted entrapment.

“You’ve got tits. That by default is a trap.” His eyes lowered to my cleavage. “Wow did they get bigger? They look freaking amazing.”

“Dan stop staring at my wife’s breasts.” Alex snapped impatiently.

“Can’t help it, they are so out there and perky.” Dan’s eyes widened as he moved forward. His hands extended in front of him.

“Dan!” I tore my hands from my hips and held them out in front of me in warning. “Your hands get anywhere near my tits you are going to be shitting out teeth and I assure you, I will not aim wide!” Seriously? Only Dan had the capacity to make me go from feeling all warm and fuzzy one moment, to reminding how much of a pig he could be the next.

Alex circled his arm protectively around me, drawing me closer to his side. “He wasn’t going to touch you Baby. Were you Dan?” In Alex’s eyes simmered a dark warning.

“Gee! I was just playing. You two are no f*cking fun anymore.” Dan pointed a finger wildly at Alex. “I should have known you had ulterior motives.”

“Last I checked, no one invited you!” Alex lightly kissed my neck, his arms still tightly coiled around me.

“Dude, you completely blew me off when I showed up at your apartment. You flew out of there like the place was on fire.” Dan turned to me before continuing. “When Stone is high-tailing it to some random club without his smokin’ hot woman on a Thursday, it’s going to get me interested. Now I’m always down for a little excursion, especially if it means tight dresses and high heels, but this cocksucker hasn’t seen the inside of one of these places in months. It got my attention.”

“You followed him?” I smiled curiously, genuinely interested to hear Dan’s interpretation.

“Of course I did. Followed him the whole way and he didn’t even notice. Then he walks in here,” Dan pointed to Alex before continuing, “He scopes the place out before he eyeballs some red hot piece of ass on the dance floor.” Dan explained like he completely forgot that I had actually been the red hot piece of ass on the dance floor with Alex, living it.

“Dan, you know NOW it was me.” I pointed out.

“Well I didn’t then,” he snapped. “So I watched as Alex grinds his junk against this girl. Big shit eating grin on his face like he’s about to blow his load.”

“Dan, it was me.”

“Stop interrupting! I’m telling you what I saw!” He shifted back on the balls of his feet as he continued. “And the son of a bitch followed her off the dance floor to the back end of the club.” Again completely losing the fact that he was STILL talking about me.

“And if anyone knows what that means, it’s me.” Dan proclaimed proudly, “The whole time I was thinking, I must be f*cking high or something. There is no way he’d f*ck around on Lexi. Why go out and eat an Arby’s burger when you have a f*cking filet mignon at home?”

In true Dan style he was making an ass of himself. I’m sure he meant it as a compliment, which was amusing but I think he could have gone with another analogy. Preferably one that didn’t draw a parallel between me and a steak. I stiffened in Alex’s arms ready to unload my wrath on Dan.

“You’ve called my wife a whore and now you are comparing her to a piece of meat. This isn’t going well for you.” Alex raised his brow.

“Anyway,” Dan dismissed Alex, “So I’m thinking I must be mistaken, like maybe he is just going to f*cking sign her tit or something and then go chill at the bar. But then when I walked back here and his hands were all over you.” Dan exclaimed wildly like he was just now remembering who he was talking about.

“And YOU are telling HIM his bitch wife doesn’t have to know, how big his dick is and how much you want to suck it. And HE takes it, tells YOU he loves his wife but still puts his tongue down your throat. I kept thinking no f*cking way, there is no f*cking way…” He shook his head.

“Ok! Dan, thanks for the replay!” Alex tensed, “Seeing as now you know it’s Lexi maybe you can give us some space? We’d like some alone time.” He was done being polite and his patience with Dan was wearing thin.

“Yeah… I feel ya.” Dan’s eyes danced with mischief. “You guys do whatever you want to do. Don’t mind me.” The smirk spread wide across his mouth.

“This isn’t a peep show Dan,” I shifted in Alex’s arms, glad some the intensity of the situation had dissipated.