Her smile reached all the way to her eyes, making the masterpiece complete. “Thank you.” Her eyes traveled up and down his body slowly. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”
The two stood there a few seconds longer, taking in each other’s beauty. Grant damn near reached out for her, but thankfully—or unfortunately—Coop chose that minute to send him a text asking what was taking so long.
Senator Cantrell had called a little bit ago saying he wouldn’t be attending tonight’s event. Apparently, there was some sort of political emergency meeting, but the man was sending Coop to pick them up, instead.
When Grant questioned him about not having Coop with him at the meeting, Brynnon’s dad explained this sort of meeting would last well into the night. He wanted Coop at the ball, too, as added protection for Brynnon. Just in case.
The sound of an impatient car horn blared and Brynnon smirked. “I take it Coop’s getting antsy?”
Grant grunted. “Yeah. I guess we should probably get going.”
With an outstretched arm, Brynnon said, “Lead the way.”
The second their feet hit the sidewalk, Coop exited the stretch limo. He walked around the back of the car to the rear passenger door. With a loud whistle, shook his head and smiled.
“Damn. You clean up real nice.”
“Bite me,” Grant growled.
Suffering from the worst case of blue balls he’d ever had, Grant also had to worry about concealing his raging hard-on and his out-of-control emotions. He sure as shit was not in the mood to be teased.
Coop opened the door for Brynnon with a crooked grin. “I was talking about her, asshole.”
Giggling, Brynnon patted Coop on the chest. “Hey, Coop. Good to see you again.”
“Good to see you, too, Brynnon.”
Still scowling, Grant waited until she’d slid inside, and his teammate shut the door before making his way to the other side. Coop smacked his arm as he passed on his way to the front of the car.
“If you still haven’t hit that yet, there’s something seriously wrong with you.”
Grabbing the door handle, Grant gave his friend a low warning. “Don’t.”
“What? You’d be a fool to pass up a woman that fine.”
“Just drive the fucking car.”
With that, Grant opened his door and got inside. He glanced over at her, his eyes falling on her left leg that had become visible through a slit he hadn’t realized existed. And the damn thing ran the entire length of her leg.
God, what he wouldn’t give to run his hand along her smooth, toned skin. He could practically feel his fingers slipping beneath the slit’s edge...and beyond.
His aching cock jumped, and Grant had to fist his hands in his lap to fight against the sudden urge to know what she had on underneath all that red satin.
It was like a goddamn test. One he was destined to fail miserably.Fuck. Me.
Coop started the car and began making small talk, but instead of responding, Grant simply reached over to the control panel on his side and closed the tinted and soundproof glass partition.
“Not in the mood for conversation, I take it?”
His damn lungs threatened to shut down again just from looking at her. “Not with him,” he growled more harshly than intended.
Get your ass under control.
Assuming his lousy mood had to do with Coop, Brynnon’s shoulders shook with silent laughter. “You two remind me of my brother and me when we were younger. Always bickered back and forth, but deep down, we both knew we loved each other.”
“Speaking of your brother, is he coming tonight?”
“He’s supposed to. Why?”
