I just hoped she wanted to keep me, too. I was desperate to make her want to keep me around. I had a feeling she never used to smile or laugh much in that prison she called home. So I’m determined to make her smile as much as possible now, and to show her that I’mnot just best friend material. With one kiss, I could make it clear to her that I wanted more. That if she let me between her legs, I could make her feel things she never even knew were possible. I could make her as addicted to me as I am to her.
But it never felt like the right moment. And fucking Sly and Jagger were always cock-blocking me.
I’m determined to find a chance to kiss her today. I can’t let Jagger edge ahead of me; I refuse to be in last place when it comes to her.
“Wren, you stay with us at all times, you understand?” Sly asks, and she nods. “I mean it, I don’t want you even using the bathroom there, we can stop after, but I’m not taking any risks when it comes to you.”
“I have no intention of leaving your side,” she assures him, resting her head on Dex’s arm. I feel a pang of jealousy, but her hand reaches across to grab mine, and a smile tugs at my lips as I squeeze it back.
“Alright, there it is,” Sly says as Jagger pulls into the parking lot. “Dex, try not to let your Neanderthal show.”
“Hey!”
“And Pete, please try not to let your crazy out.”
“You’re one to talk,” I quip as Jagger switches off the engine and we all pile out. Dex lifts Wren out at his side and takes her hand as we all move together to the door—Sly and Jagger in front, with me bringing up the rear.
My eyes flash down to her ass, and I smirk.What a nice rear it is, too.
As soon as we enter, I’m bombarded by the smell of smoke and beer. I lick my lips. It’s been a long while since I had a nice cold beer. Maybe there was time to grab a quick drink?
Sly asks the bartender for Jack, and he motions to a guy sitting at the side in a booth on his own.
As soon as Sly turns toward him, I lean on the bar top and hiss, “Hey, barkeep! Give me a cold one, stat!” I slap a twenty on the bar, and he quickly grabs a bottle, pops the top, and slides it over to me. I tilt it back and take a few chugs before coming up for air. “Ah! As good as I remember!”
I quickly follow the others before they notice I’m missing, and as I step up behind Wren, I offer her my beer over her shoulder.
She looks up at me in confusion, and I raise a brow in question. She takes it and tries a tiny sip, licking her lips in contemplation before trying it again.
“I think I like it,” she says with a smile as she passes it back to me.
“You keep it, I’ll get another,” I tell her and quickly go to do just that as Sly talks to Jack, who looks docile enough that even Wren would have a chance at taking him in a fight. Well, maybe not Wren, but Sly could. Probably. Maybe.
I come back with my beer and try to listen to their conversation.
“And you can do that in two hours?”
“Yep. I got all my stuff right here. Just hang around, have a drink, and I’ll let you know when I’m done.”
Sly nods as he turns back to the rest of us. “Why don’t we grab a… drink,” he finishes, frowning at the beer in Wren's and my hands. “And take a seat.”
“Come on, angel,” I grab her free hand and tug her to the free booth beside Jack’s. I slide in first and pull her in beside me. Jagger sits on her other side, boxing her in and protecting her from anyone who approaches, and Dex and Sly head to the bar to get drinks.
“Peter?” Just the way she says my name has my cock twitching in her direction, determined to get closer to her.
“Yeah, angel?”
“Is this beer?”
“Yep, you like it?”
“It’s different, but I like that. Jagger, do you want some?” She offers it to him, and he takes it, taking a small sip before passing it back to her. Sly and Dex soon join us with about six beers between them.
Dex shrugs when he sees Wren’s confused gaze. “This way we don’t have to go up for more.”
Loud voices suddenly penetrate the low hum of the bar’s afternoon crowd as a group of bikers enters. Wren gasps, then hides her head behind Jagger’s arm. I wrap my arm protectively around her and pull her against my chest.
“It’s not the same club, angel. We’ll keep you safe.” She nods against me as Jagger signs something. I pick up the words 'touch' and 'you,' but miss the rest.
