“Who did you guys come with?” I hear Grave ask Jasmine over “Crazy,” by LOWBORN.
“Just us,” she tells him.
“Well, you need someone to stay with you. I’m fighting soon,” he states with a huff.
“I’ll stay with them,” Cross offers, sounding less than thrilled to babysit two grown women.
I turn back to face them and let out a chuckle as Jasmine asks, “We need a babysitter?”
“Here you do,” Grave snaps at her. “I’ve told you this before.”
She shrugs carelessly, rolling her eyes. Obviously, she’s not as concerned about our life as he is. I think they just want to control everything they see.
“You guys want a drink?” I ask.
“No,” Grave growls.
Jasmine elbows me, and I flinch, forgetting that he’s a recovering addict. I’ve only known the sober Grave, so I have to remind myself that there’s things we do that he doesn’t. Doesn’t matter if it’s alcohol or drugs, he no longer does any of that stuff. That I know of anyway. He got clean for April, and I’m proud of him for that. I know it wasn’t easy for either of them.
“Sorry,” I mutter.
“No thanks.” Cross shakes his head but doesn’t bother looking at me. His green eyes scan the crowd as if he’s hired security at a boy-band concert, and a bunch of screaming teenagers and their mothers are about to tackle us to the ground.
“Looks like it’s just you and me.” I smile at Jasmine.
She throws an arm over my shoulders. “Well, now that we have a babysitter, let’s get fucked.”
CHAPTER TWO
CROSS
IWATCH THEgirls throw back their fifth shot since Grave and I found them. They just keep lining them up, which doesn’t surprise me. People don’t come here just to hang out, if you know what I mean.
Grave leans into my ear. “I’m on in five. Stay with them.”
I nod. “Will do.” Growing up in Vegas taught me a lot of things. One being that the Airport is no place for a woman who is alone or here with a girlfriend. Women have been robbed, raped, and gone missing from here and never seen again. Hell, the same goes for grown men.
Let’s just say the Mason brothers don’t know everything that goes on inside this building. Or, if they do, they turn a blind eye.
Normally, it’s not my problem, but I grew up with Jasmine. I wouldn’t say she’s my friend, but she’s best friends with some of my close friends, so I’d protect her. I know nothing about the bleach blonde other than her name is Alexa. I remember meeting her at Titan and Emilee’s wedding.
“Hey, who’s the hot blonde?” I ask Grave with an elbow to his side as he stands next to me in the hallway of the chapel that Titan and Emilee have rented out for their wedding.
I haven’t seen my best friend in weeks because he’s been in rehab, but he got a day pass today to attend.
He turns around to look at who I’m talking about. She stands at the other end of the hall talking to his girlfriend, April. Both girls have their hands on April’s growing stomach. He spots her, starts shaking his head, and spins back around. “Stay away, man,” he warns with a laugh.
“Why?” I ask curiously. My eyes drop to her ass as she turns to talk to another one of our friends’ wives, Haven, giving me a back view. Fuck, I like it better than the side view. The champagne-colored dress leaves nothing to the imagination. It shows off every curve, and I see no underwear line. Meaning I could just lift the dress up and fuck her in the back room. She has her bleach-blond hair already up in a tight bun for me, easy to grip while she’s on her knees with my cock in her mouth. She throws her head back, her laughter carrying down the hallway to us, and I imagine stepping up behind her, having her lift her dress while my right hand wraps around her throat and squeezes as I fuck her from behind. She won’t be able to laugh or breathe, for that matter.
Fuck, I’m hard as fuck now.
“That is April’s best friend. You fuck her, and I’ll have to hear about it forever.” He shakes his head again. “I actually like Alexa and don’t need any added problems with my girl. So, stay away. Promise me!”
I nod. “Got it. I promise.” But as I say the words, she turns around, and a set of green eyes meet mine. I don’t look away. No reason to pretend I wasn’t just imagining fucking her in a church full of people.
The smile drops off her face, and she averts her eyes to her heels while pushing an imaginary piece of hair behind her ear. Then very slowly, she lifts her eyes to me once again to see if I’m still staring.
I see you, Alexa, and I want you.
