“You sound a little jealous.” She wasn’t even trying to hide her amusement.
He bent to her ear, letting the warmth of his breath caress her. “And if I am?”
Her skin erupted in goose bumps and her breath hitched. “Don’t do that.”
“Do what?” He pressed his cheek against her hair, enjoying the silky feel of her curls against his skin. Curls he was dying to fist as she sucked him into the heaven that was her mouth.
She jerked her head away. “Stop it, Garrett.”
She wiggled, moving her arm until it hooked his, successfully removing his palm from the heat of her skin. She grabbed his wrist and brought his hand to the back of her neck. “Keep your hand there.”
Oh, so Tyler could touch her, but he couldn’t?
He tightened his grip on the hand he held. “Something about my touch bother you, princess? You didn’t have a problem with it last night.”
“Can we just dance, please?”
Before he could respond the music changed and Amy was there, pulling Jessa from his arms. “Let her go, Garrett. Go back to the table with the guys. Us girls are gonna get our groove on!” Amy laughed as she tugged on Jessa’s hand.
Garrett watched as the women went to the center of the floor and started swaying with the music, oblivious of the couples dancing around them. He couldn’t help but smile at the delight on Jessa’s face. She seemed to be enjoying herself and he’d been a total ass. Resigned to the fact that he wouldn’t be dancing with her anytime soon, he went back to the table.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Tyler eyed him as he slid a tumbler of whiskey into Garrett’s waiting hand.
“I could ask you the same question.” Garrett’s eyes were glued on Jessa. She moved her body like she’d been made to dance. He didn’t think it possible to get harder than he already was, but that’s what she did to him. Two fucking days he’d known her and she’d turned him into a walking hard-on. She raised her arms over her head and rolled her body from her shoulders to her hips. Fuuuuuuck.
“Are you listening to me?” Tyler punched him hard in the arm.
“Ow! What the hell?”
“Pay attention. Stop drooling over Jessa. And don’t worry. Jim and Miles are too busy ogling their wives to notice the eye fuck you’ve got going on. Seriously man. Tone that shit down.”
Garrett didn’t take kindly to being told what to do, not by Tyler. Especially when it came to Jessa. “How about you mind your own fucking business.”
“Or what?” Tyler sneered. “You gonna kick my ass? We aren’t in fucking college. You need to get control of yourself. And I mean now.”
“Leave it alone, Ty.”
Tyler shook his head, his mouth drawn into a thin line. “You stupid motherfucker. We’ve been friends a long time. I’m gonna give you a break since your dick seems to be overriding your brain tonight. You need to get your shit straight, Garrett. You’re playing with fire with that one. Christ man, this isn’t how you want to start your professional career. She isn’t some chick you can play around with and then walk away from. You hear me? If you need to get laid, there are plenty of women in town that would jump at the chance. Find one, get your rocks off, and forget about Jessa Montgomery.”
Garrett gripped his glass so hard he feared it’d break. It was either that or he was going to punch Tyler in the face. Repeatedly. “When did you get so damned self-righteous? You wouldn’t know what to do with the same woman twice. Now you think to lecture me about my sex life?” Garrett downed the rest of his whiskey, ignoring Tyler’s threatening growl. “Save your speeches. I’m done listening.” Garrett pushed back his chair.
In fact, he was done with this whole fucking night.
Chapter Six