“Because you’re drank?” she hoots.
“Did you just say I’m drank?” I giggle, picking up my Corona. I’m a little too eager, though, and end up missing my mouth by a mile, spilling my intended mouthful all over my chest, causing Quinn and Jana to erupt in laughter.
“Are you trying to start a wet T-shirt contest?” Quinn wheezes through her chuckles.
I look down, and sure enough, my black bra is showing through the wet front of my white shirt. Shrugging, I decide that taking another hardy swallow is more important than worrying about it, the whole point of the black bra under the white shirt is a fashion statement, right? I’m totally covered in alcohol and loving it. After placing my glass down, I pick up one of the pigs in a blanket off the plate in the middle of our table. I love how the Coop has the best finger foods and apps. Technically, these aren’t even on the menu, but when you grow up with the owner, you get what you ask for. I think it helps that Quinn and I have spent the past five plus years getting drunk and rowdy so they know it’s best to give us food throughout the night, to soak up all the alcohol.
When I take a bite of the little wiener covered in buttery dough, my mind starts thinking about other “wieners”—bigger wieners—and every other thought vanishes.
“Hey Jana, can a monster penis break my hooha?” I ask, suddenly completely serious.
Quinn chokes, a spray of her beer flying from her mouth. “You!” she screams. “You can’t just say that. Give a girl some warning.”
“Well? Can it?” I continue as if Quinn didn’t just cover everything—and me—in sticky beer.
“You could probably bruise your uterus,” Jana muses, giving it an actual moment’s thought.
Quinn screams in outrage and looks at me like I’ve just committed the gravest sin. “Don’t you dare fuck things up and keep my niece from me!” Of course, she picks the one time that the bar noise and music aren’t at their loudest to scream that, gaining wide-eyed shock from the surrounding people. “What?” she snaps at them with a slight slur. “You’ve never heard of big dicks breaking things? My brother is too busy breaking her shit to give me that baby!”
“What baby?” I ask, confused.
“The one you’re going to make with my brother,” she says slowly, as though explaining something to a child. “He understands the seriousness of this.”
“Uh, no . . . we aren’t makin’ babies anytime soon, Q.” I look around, seeing that now the people around us aren’t even trying to act like they’re not listening.
“Yet. Which, I might add, I’m not too happy that I’m being forced to wait.”
Jana breaks in. “Sweetheart, you gotta let them have some fun first. Once those babies get here, they’ll have to use all these stored-up humpin’ memories until they can sneak away, trying to find time.”
“You two are insane,” I say, gasping. “We won’t need to sneak away and find time. There isn’t anything better than being loved nice and good by Maverick!”
“Until he breaks your vagina!” Quinn yells over the table.
“My vagina is not broken,” I fume, tossing the fry I had been about to eat at her, hitting her in the middle of her forehead.
“Then why are you walkin’ like you have a stick rammed up your butt?”
I frown, trying to remember if I actually have been, but it’s hard to focus on that with all the beer swimming around my brain.
“I’m not walkin’ funny. I’ve just been well used by a monster!”
“You don’t have to brag about it,” she grumbles.
“You’re the one that keeps bringing up your brother’s beautiful penis.”
“Uh.” I hear someone clear their throat, but keep looking at Quinn. She’s not even paying attention to me, though, instead being held up by Jana while she struggles to stay on her stool because she’s laughing so hard.
“Darlin’, I’m not sure I would refer to my monster as beautiful.”
I jerk my head around, and momentarily forget what I was doing when I see the two handsome men standing behind me. The Davis boys are a sight to behold, so similar in build and looks, but my heart goes wild for only one of them.
“And call it a cock, not a penis, Leigh! Men like to call it manly things like that.”
Maverick looks behind me at his sister’s vulgar words and just shakes his head, a vaguely pained expression on his face.
“Is it better if I say your cock is beautiful?” I ask in a serious tone, looking between Maverick and Clay, waiting for one of them to answer.
“Are you drunk, baby?” Maverick smirks at me.
I nod.
“You want to keep getting drunk or go home?”
“That depends,” I whisper huskily, crooking my finger so he’ll bend closer to me. “Do I get to ride my cowboy in both scenarios or only one?” Apparently I’m not as quiet as I had thought because Quinn and Jana start laughing loudly.
Maverick never answers me. He pulls me to my feet before sitting down in the stool I had been on and pulling me into his lap. Of course, judging by the hardness against my bottom, I have a feeling that I’ll be riding my cowboy soon enough, no matter how much I have to drink tonight.
And I can’t wait.
28
MAVERICK
“Save a Horse (Ride a Cowboy)” by Big & Rich
“Stop,” I scold, slapping Leigh’s hand away playfully from my belt for the fifth time since I climbed into the driver’s seat. We haven’t even pulled out of the Coop and she’s so worked up I half expected her to jump me in the parking lot.
“Please?” she whines.
“If you get your hands anywhere near my cock right now I’m going to wreck my truck.”
She makes a sound of protest before huffing her hands over her chest and pouting out the window.
I’ve never seen Leigh drunk, but the playful, uninhibited side of her is something else. She was definitely feeding off the attention that our group was getting tonight. She’s always been the quiet one, never shy to have fun, but she definitely didn’t seek out the spotlight. Instead of allowing myself to get pissed that I missed watching her grow into her confidence, I thank my lucky stars that I get to spend the rest of my life experiencing every facet of her personality. We’ve known each other our whole lives, but in a lot of ways we’re strangers.
I glance over, realizing I haven’t heard from her in a few minutes, and seeing her slouched over sleeping like the dead, that gorgeous mouth hanging open slightly, I smile to myself. Clay warned me at dinner what we would find when we got to the Coop. Apparently the girls love going out to have a good time, and when alcohol is in play, they get a little rowdy. It was my decision to wait a few hours to head over. I wanted Leigh to have some girl time with Quinn, but a big part of me couldn’t wait to experience drunk and wild Leighton James.