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I force a smile to my face. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Smith joins us and wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her close as he turns to me. “You okay?”

“I’d be a whole lot fucking better if people would stop asking me that.”

“Got it,” he replies and I breathe a sigh of relief.

“Hey, how’s your brother, by the way?” I ask. The last time Smith and I got a real chance to talk about six months back, he was really worried about his little brother, Clay. His face falls.

“How about we save that conversation for another time?”

Quinn’s face crumples in concern and I nod, watching them as they seem to have an entire conversation without saying a single word. Finally, Quinn looks up and meets my eyes.

“Excuse us.”

I nod and watch them disappear into the hallway before releasing a breath and grabbing a beer from the bar. Slipping onto one of the barstools, I open my beer and scan the room. Storm and his wife, Ali, are at the table talking to each other. Ali has a big smile on her face and even Storm cracks a little grin at something she says before glancing down at the baby in his arms. Jealousy burns through me. Chance is seated at the head of the table with a gorgeous blonde I haven’t been introduced to yet in his lap. Even from across the room, I can tell that he just cracked a joke and she rolls her eyes at him before turning away to hide her smile. Pain pulses like a heartbeat through me. I turn to the other side of the room where Kodiak is practically making out with Tate, oblivious to the rest of us and my thoughts drift back to Kady before I can stop them.

Jesus Christ.

I’m in hell.

Chapter Three

Noah

“You ready, baby?” she calls from the bathroom, her voice sultry. I grin as I lean back in the chair she instructed me to sit in when I got home a couple of minutes ago. Heat simmers through my veins as I gaze around the room, taking in the candles casting a soft glow up on the walls. Damn, my girl has got plans for tonight and I can’t fucking wait.

“Yeah, Darlin’. I’m ready.”

Buttons by The Pussycat Dolls begins playing. My brow arches and my grin grows as Kady steps into the doorway of the bathroom and my jaw drops. The only things on her curvy little body are a lace bra and panty set that show off everything underneath and black, strappy, fuck me heels.

“Jesus,” I whisper and she grins as she grips the door frame and swivels her hips.

“Like what you see?” She steps forward and runs her hands over the bare skin of her thighs before dragging them up to her stomach. I groan, nodding, as my cock presses against my zipper. Fuck. No one can disarm me like this girl. She points to my denim clad erection. “Why don’t you get a little more comfortable?”

She doesn’t have to tell me twice.

I jump up and unbutton my jeans before shoving them down my legs as my cock springs free. Thank fuck, I went commando today. Less shit in the way between me and my girl. She smiles as I strip my shirt over my head but when I take a step toward her, she takes a step back.

“That’s not how this works. Sit down.”

I shake my head, grinning as I reach out for her again. “I don’t want to.”

“Too bad,” she whispers, moving closer to me and swaying her hips from side to side along with the beat as she presses up against me. I lick my lips, unable to take my eyes off her as she spins around and rubs her ass against my cock.

“Fuck, Kady,” I groan, dropping my head back.

Damn.

She feels incredible.

She gives me a little shove and I fall back in the chair and before I realize what’s happening, she has the toe of her shoe pressed gently against my balls. I jerk back and meet her eyes as she flashes me a malicious smile.

“Before we continue, I have a really important question to ask you.”

“Well, can you ask it without crushing my balls?” I ask, trying to pull away from her but she presses down a little harder. It doesn’t hurt but she is applying enough force to make my heart jump into my throat. I hold my hands up in surrender. “What’s your question?”

“What were you doing today?”