JACKSON
This club is packed—beautiful women, attractive men, and the object of my every desire. From the balcony, I watch the sea of bodies grind against each other, the bass of “I Mean It” vibrating through the subs. Closing my eyes, I get lost in the beat. A hand splays across my lower back, and I’m about to tell whoever it is to back off—then his lips press to my ear.
“You feeling okay? I grabbed you a water.”
Always worried about me.
Even though I reassured him about a million times on the way here that I was fine, my blood sugar is in range, and I wouldn’t drink.
He’s still been hovering like a… worried boyfriend.
No, because we aren’t boyfriends.
Like my best friend.
“I’m fine, for the millionth time, Dre. So what are we looking for tonight? Blonde? Maybe a redhead… like the one from the club that we missed out on?”
What I really want to say is: I want a six-foot-two, tattooed, anxious second baseman with a big dick.
But I can’t say that.
Not after I begged him to come out with me tonight. I was completely satisfied with how we left things this morning. I would’ve been content with him fucking me to sleep tonight.
Yet here we are, dressed up and on the prowl for… something because I opened my stupid mouth. I’m scanning the dance floor when my eyes zero in on her. She looks familiar, but I can’t place her.
I tap Dre’s thigh and point. “She look familiar to you? I swear I’ve seen her somewhere before.” Andres chuckles and leans in to speak into my ear, my eyes never leaving her.
“I would hope she’d look familiar. That’s Layla, Brooks's sister.”
Layla Knight, our pitcher's sister.
His twin sister.
Layla looks up, catches me watching her and smiles. And it’s not the “hey, I recognize you” type of smile. It’s the “I wouldn’t mind you bending me over and fucking my brains out” kind.
I nudge Dre and motion down at her. “Smile.”
He looks over at me, rolls his eyes, and then looks at her and smiles. “This is a bad idea, Jackson. Brooks would murder us.”
“We lay down the rules like we always do; if she isn’t down and she only wants one of us, we can find another girl and just make it a group thing.” Or we could just pass altogether.
“If that’s what you want to do.”
I want you.
Shove the feelings down, and let's do this, Jackson.
Grabbing his hand, I drag him downstairs and sandwich Layla between us. With me at her front and Andres at her back, she wraps her arms around my neck. “You boys must have a death wish, or you’re not scared of my brother at all.”
“We can handle your brother, no problem, sweetheart.” I smirk. “You looking to have some fun tonight?”
Dre’s eyes land on mine for a brief moment before focusing on her bare shoulders and then down at her ass.
“I’m always up for some fun.” Her hand caresses my face, and that gets a reaction from Andres. He grabs her wrist, pulling that hand off my face and bringing it back to wrap around the back of his neck.
I raise my eyebrow at him, and his eyes bore into mine as if to say, “Don’t even.”
Possessive much?
