“I can’t wait to see how her ass looks in it,” Ella whispers.
“She’s here?” My cousin practically jogs up to us and stands beside me. “Well, fuck. I think I’m in heaven.”
Can they be any more annoying? I make myself focus onbreathing as I track her. She walks through the crowd, surrounded by friends who hold their arms up to part the path for her like she’s the fucking Pope. When they finally reach the bar, I try to get a better look at her, but it’s impossible with Damian hovering over her. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think her stepbrother has a hard-on for her, but I know that’s not the case. Everyone around her treats her like she’s made of glass.
“Fletchie needs to get out of the way,” Hammie says.
“You guys have the weirdest fucking nicknames.” Lucas mutters. “When I played football, we went by last names, and we sure as fuck didn’t shorten them to shit like ‘Hammie’ and ‘Fletchie.’ What the fuck are you, five?”
Hammie shoots him a glare but goes right back to looking downstairs.
“Thank god this glass is tinted,” Ella says.
Damian finally moves out of the way, and my breath catches as I get a view of that god-forsaken dress. A bright light flashes over her and for a split second I see the way her flawless golden brown skin stands out against the white scraps of fabric she’s wearing. Her entire back is exposed, and Ella was right about her ass. I’m instantly reminded of how it feels in my hands, under my palm, between my teeth. I bite my tongue and force myself to look at the rest of the crowd. There must be someone else I can focus on.
“Jesus,” Ella says. “I tried on that exact same dress at Cult Gaia in New York last week, and it did not look likethaton me.”
“Maybe you should do more squats.” I look at Josslyn’s biteable ass again.
“True.” Ella snorts out a laugh. “Did you hear she’s single now? That idiot cheated on her.”
“Who was she dating?” Lucas asks.
“Tate Foster.”
My cousin sucks his teeth. “Damn.” He glances at me. “Did you know that?”
I don’t say anything, because it’s irrelevant. I don’t careabout her love life. I just need her to tell me what happened at Onyx the night she went with my sister, and I want to fuck her so I can quench this annoying thirst I get whenever I see her. That’s it. Ella answers for me anyway and tells him I knew. While they discuss all things Josslyn, I walk back to the bar and scan the bottles I’ve looked at five times since arriving here. I’m normally not much of a drinker, but being around Josslyn, even if she doesn’t know I’m here, has me on edge.
“Finn, did you hear me?” Ella asks as they walk over to me. “She’s single now.”
“I heard. I just don’t understand why the fuck you think I’d care.” I stare at the amber liquid I’m pouring.
“Because sparks flew when you met.”
“Sparks flew.” I scoff as I set the bottle down and cap it.
She’s talking about the night we were here. I never told a soul about our night in Onyx. I’m not a kiss-and-tell man, but even if I was, that night was different. It left me wanting more. Probably because I didn’t get to fuck her in the traditional sense. At least, that’s what I tell myself when I’m in the shower, with my dick in my hand as I recall her moans, her face, and the taste of her pussy. Fuck. I push those thoughts away quickly.
“You laughed with her. Finn Alexander Barlow laughed at something.In public.”
“Yeah, right,” Lucas scoffs. “I’d pay to see that.”
I lift my middle finger off the glass. “I laugh. It’s not my fault none of you are funny.”
“I heardyouapproachedher,” Hammie says, ignoring what I said.
My eyes flash to his. “Do people have nothing better to talk about?”
“In Fairview?” He lifts an eyebrow. “In our inner circle? No.”
“Whatever.” I look away. “She’s not even my type.”
“No one is your type,” Ella says. “Or maybe I am, and that’s why you take me as your date to all your public events.”
“Please. If you were my type, I would’ve fucked you by now.”I take a sip of bourbon. “I take you because you like going, and I don’t want to give the women I fuck the wrong impression.”
Ella laughs. “Remember when we tried to hook up?”
