“Nothing,” I muttered.
“Cali has called out to you at least six times. There a reason you are ignoring my old lady?”
“Sorry.” My voice came out gruff. “I didn’t hear her.” Turning, I searched the bar for my brother's old lady. Raising my hand in a wave. She grinned and waved back. Cali was beautiful as were the two other women. One the dark-haired old lady of my best friend Ruin and the other Gemma. Cooks long suffering barmaid.
Cali and Avery were out of bounds. Totally and forever. But Gemma wasn’t. Gemma didn’t have any ties to the club, apart from she partied with us or served us drinks.
She also looked like she didn’t have a date tonight, just like me.
“I’ll grab a bottle and join you now.” I let my eyes trail over Gemma’s slim form. “Is Gemma alone tonight?” Not that it really mattered to me. But it would make things a lot easier if she was.
Truths eyebrow arched. “You’re interested in Gem?”
“Maybe.” I shrugged. Truth was, I was interested in just about anyone as long as they had a pussy and could make me forget Chelsea. Even for a few minutes.
Plus I was not going to be the only guy here tonight, not to have his dick sucked.
“Well she didn’t say anything about a date but you never really know with Gem, do you? She always seems to have someone lined up.”
For a second, I stared at the woman in question. Waiting for her turn so she could see me checking her out. I didn’t have long to wait.
Her smile was tentative when she finally did, but it grew when I raised my pint in her direction.
Gemma wasn’t dumb. She knew what me staring at her so openly meant.
Beside me, Truth laughed. “You are terrible .”
He was a fine one to talk. Before he had met Cali, he had the reputation of being one of the biggest sluts in the club. Although I was pretty sure he had never touched Gem.
“What can I say… “ I waggled my eyebrows as I downed the rest of my drink. “Maybe I like the idea of taking Gem out for a test drive.”
“Sure, you do.” He cackled. “But you are both single so have at it. I know she’s interested.”
****
“You want to come and sit over here?” I let my eyes meet Gemma’s. My meaning clear as I patted my knee. For a second, she stared at me, and then a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. It was a very knowing smile. But she didn’t waste any time from sliding from her own seat and padding over to me.
For a second, I thought she was going to sit on the chair next to mine, but at the last moment, I wrapped my arms around her waist. Pulling her onto my lap as she squealed and giggled. Her eyes darting around the room to see who was paying attention to her.
No one was, of course. Everyone was to busy with their own night to pay any attention to who I was hooking up with.
“Hey, Wicked.”
I didn’t waste any time, moving her hair from her shoulder. I bent to press my lips to her bare shoulder.
She moaned again, louder.
“Hey.” My eyes snapped open, my fingers trailing up and down her arm. “Gemma.” The moment they opened though, I wish I hadn’t.
Chelsea was stood by the bar, her arms around the neck of the most preppy son of a bitch I had ever seen.
Any arousal I had for the woman in my lap evaporated, as Chelsea tilted her head up to accept preppy assholes kisses.
I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.
Fuck.
My only consolation was that she looked totally and utterly bored with his attention. Like she was just going through the motions.