Smirking, Xander jerks his chin at me. “Balls-deep.”
The car rolls to a stop and Xander jumps out, smoothing his hands down his dress shirt and over those hard-as-fuck abs of his. The women standing in line actually fucking scream when they see him, like he’s some kind of celebrity. Which I guess he is around here. He’s the face of our business for a reason. Charming as hell with a sunny disposition that could make Darth Vader crack a smile. It doesn’t hurt that he looks like the love child of Chris Hemsworth and Scarlett Johansson either.
I step out behind him and fasten my jacket, followed closely by West.
“Sirs.” One of the bouncers nods a greeting before moving the thick velvet rope and gesturing for us to enter the club. “Your usual table is ready.”
Hundreds of women, most of them hot and barely clothed, are packed in the club. Ours for the taking. None of us have ever had a problem getting laid, it’s finding a woman who will stick around that we have an issue with. Not a single one of them grabs my attention tonight. I’m not like Xander and West, who could probably fuck any woman anywhere if the circumstances were right. I need some kind of connection first, and that’s why I rarely screw around with anyone.
“You see anyone interesting?” Xander asks as he takes a seat beside me, discreetly nudging my thigh under the table. I resist the base urge to force him to his knees and make him suck my cock at this booth.
I shake my head. “You?”
“At least a dozen,” he says, and I can’t help but laugh. “Looks like West has his eye on someone.” He nods to the dance floor, and I scan the sea of faces until I see him talking to a guy. Rage bubbles in my chest, and I’m surprised I don’t shatter the glass I’m holding with my bare hand.
Xander laughs and strokes my thigh beneath the table. “Not him, big guy. You know he’d never fuck around with other guys. He was just talking to the girl behind him a second ago.”
I grunt before downing my Scotch in one gulp.
He cocks his head, watching me with curiosity. “It’s so fucking funny how you two get this jealous about other guys.”
“It’s funny how you don’t,” I snap.
“Nothing to be jealous about. Girls or guys, all the same to me. Just because you fuck other people doesn’t diminish what we have.”
I slam my glass onto the table. “So you wouldn’t care if I fucked some random guy tonight?”
He presses his lips together, and after a few seconds he finally shakes his head.
“Well, that’s easy to say when you know I’d never do that.” I’m not into men. I’m into West and Xander.
He leans closer until his lips are pressed against my ear and his hot breath dusts over my neck. “And you know I’d never do that either, don’t you?”
I groan. I’m a man on the fucking edge, and right now he’s the only one who can offer me any kind of relief.
“Not tonight, big guy,” he says with a soft laugh that rolls through me. “I need to fuck someone, and as you would never let that happen, I guess I should go find me some sweet, sweet pussy instead.”
I sigh. “Then go.”
Wrinkling his nose, he sits back and takes a sip of his Scotch. “I’m still deciding. You could at least help me, even if you’re not indulging yourself.”
I shake my head and refill my glass before scanning the crowd again. West is talking to one of our bouncers now, and they appear deep in conversation. He needs to switch the fuck off from work and get himself some sweet pussy too. Maybe that’s what we all need. My eyes drift to the bar and linger on a perfect ass showcased by a skin-tight red dress. Her long dark hair falls in soft curls all the way down her back, stopping directly above the aforementioned fine ass. Red Dress turns her head toward the woman standing next to her and laughs. A wide smile spreads across my face. Well, she certainly looks different without her bike helmet and her giant padded coat, although I can’t say which look I preferred. Cute as fuck, either way.
Xander nudges me. “You see someone you like?”
“Maybe.”
With another laugh, he crosses his legs and rests his ankle on his thigh. “Well, point her out then.”
“What if it’s a guy?” I can’t help teasing him, but he just stares at me, refusing to take the bait.
I look back at where she’s still laughing with her friend. “At the bar. Red dress. Ass you could sink your teeth into.”
“Holy fuck. Lily.”
What the fuck? I glance at him. He’s staring at her with his mouth hanging open. “You know her?”
“Yeah.” He shakes his head. “I mean no. I met her today. She delivered a package to West. We thought she was cute.”
“We?” My eyebrows go up. “He met her too?”
His eyes still on the vixen in the red dress—Lily—Xander grins. “Yeah. She was a firecracker. Such a smart fucking mouth.” The sound that comes out of him sounds like he’s imagining that smart mouth on him right now.
I frown. She didn’t come across like that to me at all. “She was talking to her bike when I met her.”
“You met her too?” he asks, his excitement palpable.
“Yeah. She ran right into me. Literally.”
“Fuck,” he mutters, then turns his attention back to the bar, a dopey ass grin on his face. I watch her too. Tossing her hair over her shoulder as she chats animatedly to the woman next to her. A friend? Or maybe her girlfriend.
Not that it matters. If West and Fitch think she’s hot too, it’s probably best if all three of us stay the fuck away.
I sip my Scotch, about to suggest that Xander look elsewhere for his hookup, but I’m distracted by the guy walking up behind Lily. He puts his hand on her beautiful ass and squeezes, and I wonder if she’s with him.
Until she turns around and punches him square in the jaw.
Chapter
Five
LILY
Jen half laughs, half shrieks as we both stare at the guy sprawled on the floor at our feet, out cold. “Holy fuck, Lils.” The people who were crowded around the bar have stepped back and everyone is now ogling and pointing at us.
Dammit. I just reacted. I didn’t mean to knock his ass out, but he shouldn’t have grabbed mine. But we’re going to get kicked out of this fancy club, and Jen will be so disappointed. Bouncers are making their way toward us, their heads bobbing above the crowd.
“I’m really sorry,” I blurt as soon as they’re close enough to hear me. “But he—”
“Miss, we’re going to have to ask you to leave.” One of the bouncers grabs my arm.
“Take your fucking hands off her. Now.” The deep voice cuts through the noise and the hand on my arm disappears.
“Apologies, Mr. Cavanagh,” the bouncer mumbles.
I look up to see the same dark eyes from earlier today in the lobby. Oh my god, what’s he doing here? I swallow the knot of anxiety clogging my throat, but I’m unable to keep my body from trembling.