“Okay, I’ll be back.”
“Fine, thanks,” she said, her eyes traveling up Phillip’s back to the back of his neck, which he was currently rubbing as he drained the beer that was laid in front of him. She wanted to drink him up like he had that beer. Good God, he was beautiful.
“So, how do you know him?”
Reese tore her eyes off Phillip and looked back at her sister. Erik was watching her, a grin playing on his lips, and he shook his head.
“What?” she asked him.
“Nothing,” Erik said as Piper smacked him.
What was that about?
“What?” she asked again.
“Nothing, jeez Reese, where did you pick him up?”
“I don’t know, why?”
They both shook their heads, and Reese shrugged her shoulder. “Whatever. I can leave.”
“No, don’t. Gosh, why are you being such a brat tonight? What’s up?” Piper asked, her face scrunched up.
“You are all shaking your head, and he’s smiling and shit. It’s making me mad.”
Erik laughed, but Piper smacked him again. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her temple as she said, “He won’t smile at you ever again, okay? Let’s just have fun.”
Looking back at Phillip, she knew there was no way that was going to happen.
GOD, SHE was hot.
As Phillip drained another beer, his cock strained against his jeans, wanting out.
Wanting Reese.
He turned to lean against the bar, to watch her, only to find that she was watching him. She looked away quickly, leaning into the penis head she decided to bring with her. Looking at the dude made Phillip want to hit something, or someone, preferably him. He hated the dude. Loathed him. Despite the fact he had no clue who the guy was, he assumed that Reese had been fucking penis head while fucking him, and it made his blood boil.
Another thing that pissed him off more than how mad Shea got when he hit on Elli was the fact that no matter how mad he was, he still wanted her. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her. Her ass screamed his name. Her legs, beautiful, toned, and hot. He wanted to come up behind her, slide his hands down her thighs, and just hold her. The dress she wore was downright sinful. That was the only way he could explain it. It showed just enough to get the blood pumping, but it hid the parts that could make a man come completely undone. And then she wore fucking red lipstick. She had to know what that lipstick did to his equilibrium. That it knocked him to the floor. All he could think about was her mouth on his cock, red lipstick getting everywhere, and his hands tangled in her hair. Closing his eyes, his body shook.
Fuck me, he thought as he let out a breath, begging his body to calm down.
“You coming back over there with us?”
Phillip opened his eyes to see that Erik and Tate obstructed his view of Reese. Tate towered over both of them but, by now, he was used to it. It was good he was a giant; he saved every shot when he was in the goal, which was great for the team, but thinking about the team was the last thing on his mind right now. Reese was clouding everything. His brain, his senses, and his heart. That girl had ruined him, and it seemed like she didn’t give two fucks that she had.
“Probably not, I’m not sure I can control myself from beating that dude to a bloody pulp,” he said, nodding his head to Dean. “Douche.”
“Who?” Tate asked, looking back at the table where the source of his torture stood. “The guy with Reese?”
“Yeah, fuck him.”
Erik laughed. “You know she brought him to make you jealous. Don’t let it bother you.”
“What? You with Reese or something?” Tate asked, his English still a little broken despite the years of therapy.