He’s hard right now. What the fuck?
I look up at him, clearly needing a drink, as I push myself into a right position.
Not that Iwouldn’tsuck his dick right here on this bus if he asked, but I’d rather not go down on a guy in front of my brother. I do havesomemorals.
Clearing my throat, I head for the champagne Paul is currently uncorking.
I grab it from him, downing half the bottle in one gulp.
It’s going to be a long fucking night.
Chapter Seven
Jordan
I sit in the VIP booth and watch as Alex makes a fucking fool of himself, like he always does.
Why the fuck is he like this? Who in their right mind would want all the attention on them, always? But I guess that’s my answer, isn’t it? Alex isn’t in his right mind. He isn’t fucking normal.
He’s dancing with some girl that he keeps buying drinks and shots. He’s laughing like an idiot while she smirks at him. Can’t he see she’s only tolerating him because he’s buying her drinks?
Fucking dumbass.
I shake my head and reach for my vodka cranberry to take a sip but end up finishing it.
My eyes stay glued to Alex and the girl he’s with. They just got back onto the dancefloor, each with a full drinkin their hand. She gives him her back, grinding her ass against him, and I bet he’s hard. What man wouldn’t be hard when a girl with an ass likethatrubs all over him? Hell, she’s doing it well enough that maybe he’ll come in his pants.
Why the fuck am I thinking about Alex coming in his pants?
“Fuck,” I mutter, getting up from our VIP area to go to the bar for another drink. Maybe I need to find a girl to dance with to take my mind off Alex Brewer. Fuck knows the alcohol isn’t doing it’s damn job.
While waiting for my drink, a girl squeezes in beside me to order. She’s a good foot shorter than me with strawberry blonde hair; petite with big perky tits and not paying a single mind to me. I wonder if buying her a drink would change that?
Do I want to spend my money on a stranger? No fucking way. I hardly want to spend it on myself.
When the bartender slides me my drink, I say, “Excuse me,” to her so I can reach for it. She looks up, giving me a shy smile. She’s cute.
“Sorry.”
“No problem,” I say before letting the bartender know my name so he can add it to my tab. I should probably cash out each time, but not seeing the total makes me not feel so guilty about orderingmore drinks.
Maybe I’m looking at this wrong. Instead of buying girls drinks, maybe I should be rubbing my dick on Alex so he’ll buymedrinks. I know he’d do it. Hell, he’d buy me drinks if only I asked. The Brewers have money like that, but I’m too proud. Honestly, I can’t tell what would be worse: asking him to buy me a drink or rubbing on his dick for one.
I take my drink back to the VIP table. I don’t know what it is that has me in a funk all of a sudden. I came here with full intentions of dancing with girls and getting wasted, but all I can do is stare at Alex and thenewgirl he’s with.
“Hi, excuse me?”
I blink, looking to my side at the feminine voice that may be talking to me.
“Hi?” I say carefully, looking her up and down. I don’t know her, but she’s hot. Not hot enough that I’m buying her a drink, though.
“So, my friend is kind of shy, but she thinks you’re cute.” This girl is swaying from side to side, obviously drunk.
“Your friend?” I question, humored.
“Yep,” she says with a firm nod, then looks around. “Right there. The one in the black halter top.”
I have no fucking idea what a halter top is, but when I look in the direction of where she’s pointing, I see the shy girl from the bar watching with rosy cheeks.
