Connor stares at his hand for a second before grabbing it. By the way Scott winces, I can tell it's harder than a normal, friendly, how-do-you-doshake.
"I-I'm Scott," he stutters, trying not to let Connor intimidatehim.
It's hilarious to watch, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from laughing. Connor is far from the scary brother type. Honestly, looking at them side by side, Scott isbigger.
The way Connor's tight designer jeans with his styled hair and sexy-as-sin stubble, compares to Scott's khaki shorts and backwards baseball hat would make one assume Scott would be the first one to throw down and start a fight. But when it comes to Tracy, Connor holds nothingback.
"You hurt my sister"—Connor glares—"and I'll kill you. I'm a defense attorney, remember that? I know all the ways to get rid of a body and leave notracks."
"God, Connor. Stop. Leave him alone." Tracy pulls Scott back down to hisseat.
Scott lets out a small laugh at Connor, thinking he must be kidding, and Connor's eyebrows rise to assure him he'snot.
Scott coughs nervously, and Connor finally breaks eye contact, looking in my direction. I stare at him, mesmerized by the way he takes mein.
After a breath, I stand, pushing my glasses to the top of my head and sticking out ahand.
"Connor, long time, no see," I say more teasingly than anything. It's only been a few hours since I left his side, and I'm dying to see if he knows it too. I was wearing a mask, but I pray like crazy he’s putting two and twotogether.
His gaze slowly moves down the length of my body before he squints ever soslightly.
When our hands meet, warmth floods my veins. My breathing hitches for a quick second, and when his lips part, I can tell he's affected in some way too, but I can't read itclearly.
Our hands stay intertwined, even when his mother calls, asking him if he'sthirsty.
He turns his attention toward her, holding up his beer. "I'm good." He drops my hand, realizing he still was holding ontightly.
I quickly pull my glasses down over my eyes and glance at Tracy, hoping she didn't see our brief interaction. Thankfully, she's whispering something to Scott so I sit, focusing on my breath to slow my racingpulse.
"Connor, did I tell you Scott is studying to be an engineer?" Tracy says, proud of her currentboyfriend.
"Where?" Connor asksbluntly.
"Sac State," Scott replies with asmile.
"What, couldn't get intoBerkeley?"
"Connor!" Tracy blurts, giving her brother daggereyes.
Scott’s quick to answer, "It was more of a money issue. My parents can't help out as much as they’d like, and I didn't want to be stuck with a crazy amount of student loans. I got a full ride to Sac, and their program is prettylegit."
Connor rolls his eyes, more because he has no rebuttal to that comment. He lets out a huff, bringing his beer to hislips.
Shivers run through me when the sight of his tongue on the bottle catches myattention.
That tongue was everything I dreamed it would be. I felt it on every inch of my body, and Lord knows what I'd do to feel itagain.
I swore I would only go to the club once to fulfill two of my checklist boxes with one stop. I have them all categorized under things like heartwarming, dreams, daring, and fantasies. The list has many boxes in each category, but only two things under fantasy. One, experience sex of the craziest kind, and two, finally be with my first crush. I don't dare have his name written because I knew Tracy would see the actual list at somepoint.
"What are your intentions with my sister?" Connor asks Scott, taking me out of my lust-filledmemory.
Scott starts to answer, but Tracy cuts him off. "Connor, did you hear Mackenzie's movingback?"
Tracy looks right at me, inclining her head toward Connor, begging me to interact with him to take the attention offScott.
If she onlyknew.
Connor looks my way. "Yeah? Where have you been these last fewyears?"
