Pax leans over to Bebe and says, “People are obnoxious in the beginning of a relationship. They think they’re special and the world wants to see their horny bullshit.”
“Why are you talking to me like we’re in on this together?”
“I’m trying to make you feel included, so you don’t run away again.”
“Don’t talk shit about my kid and I won’t run.”
Pax nods then yanks off his hoodie. After everyone orders, he leans over to Bebe again.
“I kicked your hairy boyfriend in the ass once and he almost cried. Of course, the tip of my boot butt fucked him, so I wouldn’t blame him for a few tears.”
Rolling her eyes, Bebe laughs. They seem to be finding a groove, so I focus on Ford.
“What’s your favorite color?” I ask.
“I’m a guy. We don’t have favorite colors.”
“Mine is blue,” Pax says and Bebe laughs again.
I ignore them and keep my gaze on Ford. “I need a new bikini for the summer. What color would you prefer?”
“Is invisible a color?” Ford asks.
“So you’re okay with other guys seeing my Kibbles and Bits?”
Ford’s eyes narrow and he looks around as if a man might be checking out my lady parts at that very moment.
“Wear one of those grandma swimsuits with the skirt and shorts.”
“He means a burqa,” Pax says helpfully.
Bebe laughs for a third time and I wonder if she’s hot for Pax. He’s funny, but not that funny. With tanned, muscled arms, he looks sexy in his white tee. Of course, anyone can look hot in a tight tee. Ford makes a fucking sweater look painted on over his strong chest. Yeah, mine is better.
Ford frowns at me. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what.”
“Right here,” he mutters, wagging his fingers at his face. “Nowhere else.”
“You’re so possessive. It’s a very endearing quality.”
A grinning Ford loses his smile when he realizes Pax is staring at us. “What?”
“Bored. Band isn’t playing.”
“Are you five?”
“I don’t think so.”
Ford rolls his eyes then focuses on Bebe. I tap his hand then wave at my face.
“Right here. Nowhere else.”
Leaning over, he sucks at my lips and Pax groans.
“Now, I’m really bored,” Pax whines before turning his gaze to Bebe.
“Oh, crap,” she mutters.
“That’s right. It’s your job now to entertain me.”
“You have a kid, so this shouldn’t be too hard,” Ford says.
Bebe smiles. “I hear you use bats on guys. Why? Too weak in the upper body to get the job done with your fists?”
Pax sits up and taps on the table. “You hear that, Ford? A little girl starting shit.”
“I’m not a little girl, but I admit I’m starting shit. So how come you don’t fight using karate or F U C K I N G throwing stars or something?”
We all laugh as Pax glances at Ford. “Throwing stars. Can you imagine?”
“I know what I’m getting you for Christmas.”
Pax grins like a kid. “Fuck, I’ll rule Little Memphis with my throwing stars. Sure, I might kill a few innocent bystanders, but that’ll just make me look more badass.”
Imagining Pax throwing little stars at the club’s enemies sends me into a laughing fit. Eventually, I rest my head on my arms and let the giggles work their way out my system.
“You broke her,” Ford says to his brother.
“It happens. Usually I break a chick with my dick, but this works too.”
Bebe likely gave Pax a look because I hear him ask, “What?”
“Nothing.”
“No really, what?”
“Well, usually guys with great moves don’t need to broadcast them.”
“Are you doubting my skills? Hell, I’ll fuck you right here and prove my talents to the entire restaurant.”
“Having everyone’s approval is important to you, isn’t it?” Bebe asks patiently. “Are you insecure?”
“Fuck insecure. I will whip my dick out and nail every girl in this place.”
“What about Shay? Do you want to prove you’re better than your brother? Isn’t that what all your bravado is really about?”
I look up in time to catch Pax realizing Bebe’s teasing him. He sighs.
“Nicely played.”
“My kid is not F U C K I N G hairy.”
“Fine, but you have to admit Wolfman is a hairy fuck.”
“Oh, yeah, that’s true. You don’t even want to know how hairy.”
Pax leans over and smiles. “Really hairy ass, huh?”
“Manly pubes though.”
Rolling his eyes, Pax leans back. “That’s not special.”
“Who says?”
“Would you two shut up?” Ford grumbles.
When Bebe frowns at his tone, Pax pats her hand. “I’ll handle this, baby.”
“Ford, don’t yell at a lady. Especially a girl that’s endured Wolfman’s dick.”
“Ah, I think he’s attempting to be sweet,” I tell Bebe who grins.
“Can’t we have a normal conversation?” Ford sighs.
We all sit quietly, trying to think of normal conversational topics.
“I kneed Wolfman in the balls once,” Bebe says. “He then kicked me between the legs.”
“How much did that hurt?” Pax asks. “Like on a scale of one to ten.”
“Like a five.”