“You’re a dumbass,” Jude says, shaking his head. “Okay, Hunter, we can handle it. What’s wrong?”
Hunter looks at each of us in turn. “Are you sure? I don’t exactly have a lot of other guy friends to hang out with, but I don’t want to make things weird.”
I clap my hand on his shoulder, instantly realizing he needs some reassurance that we’re cool. “Dude. You’re our brother now. Just, maybe, skip any gory details?”
The look he gives is indescribable. “Gory details? What the fuck do you think we’re doing?”
I shrug. “I don’t ask questions I don’t want the answers to.”
Shaking his head, Hunter shifts in his seat. “Okay, well, no. Nothing like that. It’s just, I always heard pregnancy hormones can mess with a woman’s, you know…sex drive.”
Pushing back from the table, I stand up. “Hold on. If we’re talking about our pregnant sister’s sex life, we need something stronger than beer.”
“Sit the fuck down and shut up, Sawyer,” Max barks at me. Glaring back at him, I slowly sit back down. “Go on, Hunter, ignore the asshole that can’t handle talking about anything to do with commitment or relationships deeper than a wading pool.”
Flashing me a somewhat apologetic look, I nod at Hunter to continue, folding my arms across my chest. Max may be right, but he can fuck right off with that attitude.
“I guess I never pictured a situation where it would be too much.” Hunter’s voice drops at the end, to the point I’m not entirely sure I understood. But judging by the smirks the others are fighting back, I heard right.
“You’re saying you can’t keep up?” Beckett’s tone is teasing.
Jude snorts into his glass. “Our little sis has got some serious game. I’m impressed.”
“Guys, you don’t understand! It’s constant. Every day, multiple times. She’s insatiable.” Hunter actually looks miserable, but the rest of us are trying not to laugh. “Fuck off, all of you. My dick is getting chafed.”
That does it. We all bust out laughing, drawing attention from nearby tables, but none of us give a fuck. Even though it’s our sister Hunter’s talking about, it’s fucking hilarious that he’s in atoo much sexsituation. I honestly can’t imagine that ever being a problem, but what do I know. Maybe pregnant women really are on another level.
Eventually, things settle, and I get up again to go for that round of shots I wanted earlier. As I’m waiting at the bar, a familiar voice comes at me from the side.
“Do you only associate with handsome men, or is tonight just my lucky night?”
I turn to face the brunette, scrambling to remember her name. She puts me out of my misery, sticking her hand out. “Willow. Tori’s friend. We met at the firefighter’s gala.”
“I remember,” I say with a cheeky smirk. “And to answer your questions, yes and no.” I gesture to the table where my brothers are still seated. “They are some handsome fuckers, but they’re my brothers and they’re all taken. So no getting lucky for you.”
Willow gives a sound of disappointment, but it’s clear she’s teasing. “That’s sad, for me at least. But you, on the other hand, could have a much better ending to your night if you play your cards right.”
I lean against the bar and fold my arms across my chest. “Are you playing matchmaker?”
“If I say yes, what will you do about it?” she fires back. I like this woman. She doesn’t get to me like Tori does, but she’s fun. And it’s clear she’s a good friend.
“If it were someone else, I’d tell you not to bother. But…” I intentionally let my words trail off. She’s smart, she’ll read between the lines. Sure enough, a triumphant smile crosses her face.
“I knew it.” She picks up her glass of wine and starts to turn away before pausing and looking over her shoulder at me. “By the way, I get the feeling you’re only looking for something casual, and that’s fine. That’s all she can handle right now. That doesn’t mean I won’t come back here and castrate you if you hurt her in any way. Got it?”
I nod. “Got it. And for the record, if I did anything to hurt a woman, they’d take care of the job for you.” I jerk my head toward my brothers. Seeming satisfied, Willow walks off.
“That didn’t go well,” the deep voice of Dean, the bar owner, rumbles across at me. “Never known you not to seal the deal.”
I flash him a magnetic grin. “Ah, my good man. That was not the woman for me.”
He raises an eyebrow as he slides the tray of shots over to me. “Getting picky or something?”
I pretend to be affronted. “Deano. I have standards.”
He just snorts. “Don’t call me that unless you want me to sneak strawberries into the next round.”
Now, I really am offended. “You know what that’ll do to me, bro. Hives. Everywhere. Don’t you dare.”
