‘I’ll do it.’ I sighed.
‘What are you doing?’ Oliver asked, his eyes watching with growing curiosity as I took the straw out of my drink and stuck the moisture off it.
I squared my shoulders. ‘Never go into battle unarmed.’ I raised the straw like a sword in front of me, steeled myself and headed towards the two oblivious horny people in the corner. I felt Oliver’s eyes on the back of my neck, but I ignored how my body tingled in response.
Edging closer was difficult because the two were really going at it. Legs were gripped; arms were travelling over bodies like they were searching for hidden treasure. Moving to their right, I raised the straw and jabbed it several times in Rosie’s cheek.
Like a plunger unticking from a toilet, the two of them disconnected. George turned his head towards me, noting the straw in my hand.
‘Relinquish my friend and return to your brother,’ I said in my best head-teacher voice.
Rosie’s gaze didn’t move from George’s. Her eyes wereglassy from hormones or alcohol or a bit of both. I snapped my fingers in front of her face to get her attention.
‘And you need to put the big man down now because I need to go home, and you, my darling, have work in the morning.’
The mention of work, which was the only thing in Rosie’s life she liked more than me, sobriety took over briefly, and she dropped her death grip on George’s shirt.
I didn’t budge from my awkward position beside the still semi-intertwined couple. I wasn’t placing any bets on Rosie. If I walked away, there was still a ninety per cent chance that they would be suctioned back together seconds later.
‘She’s right.’ Rosie moaned, taking a step back.
Throughout this encounter, George didn’t seem put out by my intrusiveness, which annoyingly made me like him more.
He released his hold on Rosie’s hip and dipped his head, eyes never straying from Rosie’s. ‘Right. It was nice meeting you.’
A wide grin spread across her face. ‘You too.’
George turned to me, only just noticing that I was still holding the straw aloft. ‘You too.’ He added.
I shot him a closed mouth smile. I was more than ready to go home and get into my pyjamas. My plans for the evening involved furious research on the guy grinning at me from the other side of the pool table.
George walked backwards a few steps, staring at Rosie like he wanted nothing more than to return and pull her into the pub bathroom for a quickie, but he turned towards his brother at the last second, and the two began whispering.
Rosie swayed on her feet. The only thing keeping her upright was George, and now he wasn’t around; her balance wavered. I gripped her arm, holding her tightly against my chest.
‘I think I’m in love.’ Rosie said dreamily, staring at George’s back wistfully.
‘Yep, that’s what it looked like to me.’ I quipped. ‘Love that will last you an entire night before you wake up the next day unable to walk.’
Rosie’s mouth formed an ‘O’. ‘He does have serious BDE if ever I saw it.’
I didn’t argue because the two brothers were the definition of Big Dick Energy, which would have been a walking red flag for anyone else, but those two knew how to wield it.
Great. Now I was thinking about cocks. One cock in particular. When Oliver caught me watching him, I felt my cheeks heat.
Did he see me picturing his cock?I mentally shook myself.Don’t be a twat.
‘Home,’ I declared.
The two men stood up as I tugged Rosie by the arm towards the front of the pub.
‘Thank you for the game. It was nice to meet you.’ I nodded towards George. ‘And… I supposeit was nice to see you again,’ I said to Oliver, who rolled his eyes.
‘Nice to see you too, groupie.’ He smirked an anger-inducing grin that I wanted nothing more than to smack off his perfectly gorgeous face.
‘I’ll give you guys a lift home,’ George said, pulling his keys out of his pocket.
‘Yes!’ Rosie cried while I said, ‘Not necessary.’
