I take another pull from my beer, continuing to watch her and can’t stop the questions that are racing through my mind right now. Could we be together for real? Would she even want me? Do I want her in that way? Better question, would I be good enough for her? And what would Adam say?
I know the bro code. Knew it many years ago, it’s why I never went for more. But seeing her now that we’re all adults. It’s something to consider.
Am I really considering this? I know what Adam said, but that was so long ago. She doesn’t want me like that anymore. I had to essentially twist her arm to get her to agree to our arrangement.
Our arrangement which has me leaving at the end.
No, I have to let her be. I can’t ruin her and then take off.
But it doesn’t mean I can’t flirt and play around with her. It’s all in fun. After all, she agreed to it.
She gets up to head to the bar to order another round. I stand and announce I’ll get us a round to ensure Bobby gets some tonight. He punches me. “That’s your sister you’re talking about.”
“She’s your wife now so she’s your problem.” The guys laugh and start ribbing Bobby, so I take my exit.
I approach Chess as she leans against the bar, waiting to order.
“You look good enough to eat,” I whisper in her ear.
She jumps a little, hand to her throat, and blushes. She glances back at my table, probably looking for her brothers’ reactions. I bump her lightly with my hip. “We’re allowed to be seen together, you know? In fact, it’s expected now.”
“Jackson. You were warned to stay on your side for now.” She gives me a smug look.
“I’m not scared of Britt.”
She gives me a doubtful face. “Okay, a little,” I relent, and she laughs.
“Enjoying your night?” she asks.
“Very much. The view is spectacular.” She eyes me, knowing I have a direct line of sight of her. I let my eyes brush slowly down her body, then up again.
She drops her eyes, and her blush deepens.
“Don’t be embarrassed.”
“I’m not.”
“It’s too much? Too fast?”
“I’m just not used to your word kink,” she squints, her eyes taking on a playful twinkle.
“But you like my kink. Know how I know?”
“How?” she asks breathlessly.
“Your eyes darken. Your nipples get hard. And I can smell how turned on you are.”
“Jackson!” She blushes deep again.
“Want to come over tonight?”
“No.”
“Liar.”
The bartender approaches, having fulfilled the order of another couple at the end of the bar, and I step back slightly, as to not crowd her after our heated exchange. I let her order, then place mine as well, letting the bartender know to put it all on my tab. He turns back and starts grabbing beers and pouring shots.
I turn towards her. “You’re allowed to come over if you want.”
