Page 76 of Before We Were Us

“I guess I’m no longer your problem now, am I.” She drags her finger over my arm. “Unless you want me to be?”

“I’m good thanks,” I tell her.

“Well, I know you’re good.” Chrissy smiles and flirts shamelessly. “Sex was one of the few things that you and I were very good at.”

The bartender places the drinks I’d ordered onto the bar and I reach out to grab them. Chrissy places her hand on his arm, scooting in closer. “If you get tired of little miss perfect and feel like getting dirty, I’m around.”

“Not even if you were the last fucking woman Chrissy, not even then.”

I don’t stick around to hear anything more, as I work my way through the crowd. Seeing Brynn, a side view, her perfect body, hair hanging down her back as she leans over the table talking to her friends, centers me.

I step up behind her and she leans back looking over her shoulder. Her lips find mine, I set our drinks down and turn her around to face me. Gripping her tight I get lost in our kiss and forget for a minute where we are. She gently sucks on my tongue and whimpers in my mouth when I cup her ass and pull her closer. Trying to control my urges, it's impossible not to get hard when she touches me.

“Oh my.” I know it's Marco without looking and I feel Brynn’s lips tip upward into a smile. We break apart and Brynn drags her thumb over my lips, I assume to clear away her lip gloss.

“You never responded to my last text.” She sounds winded, looking up at me through her long lashes.

“Sorry, I didn’t see it.” I gently stroke over her exposed lower back. “What did it say?”

She bites her lip and looks back at her friends to ensure they aren’t listening. When she focuses back on me she shrugs. “I said why stop at four, let’s aim for double digits.”

Grinning, I lean in close to offer her a quick kiss, before hugging her close. “I fucking love you.” I feel her body shake against mine. Long gone is the tension I felt from my day and again from seeing Chrissy. Just as I expected, Brynn leveled me out and I found the peace I desperately needed.

A few hours into the night, Brynn and Taylor are feeling good, both singing along to the music. I stay close, warding off the few men that I found watching them with too much interest. With my arms crossed over my chest I stare down an Abercrombie wannabe and his sidekick. They’d been hovering a few feet away from the ladies, looking them both over from head to toe. When Connor showed up and stood at my side, we gave off a vibe that ran them off.

Brynn turns around, finds me standing there and saunters over to me. Gliding her hands over my chest, I let her have her feel. She turns around, backs her ass up to me, and starts moving her body.

I’m not a dancer, but I’m not going to pass up the chance to feel her move against me. Instead I place my hands on her hips and enjoy the way she moves.

Brynn lifts her arms over her head, hooking my neck and at this angle I can see down the front of her dress.

Connor is a few feet away, entertaining Taylor and from the looks of her responding to him, I’d say they’ll be leaving together. That is one situation I refuse to get involved in.

Instead I kiss along the side of Bryan’s neck, as she arches, opening up to me. “I think I’m ready for you to take me home,” she confesses, her ass moving seductively against me.

“And what is it you want to do when we get there?”

“Lots of things,” she says, “lots of dirty things.”

I chuckle and lift my gaze to search for Connor but what I find instead is Chrissy a few feet away, dancing with her hands rubbing all over her body. And her eyes are locked on Brynn and I.

forty-eight

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Brynnlee

I turn around, placing my hands on Jensen’s shoulders and look up at him. He’s staring off, but quickly refocuses on me, and smiles.

“Are you ready to take me home?”

“I have been since about five minutes after I got here.” I pull him down and his lips cover mine, sharing a heated kiss. If we weren’t in the middle of a crowded club and I wasn’t wearing a dress, I swear I would climb him like a tree.

“I just need to tell Marco and Keeton we’re leaving.”

“Babe, they left over an hour ago,” he tells me and I wonder how I missed that. “You girls have been downing shots and wearing out the dance floor,” he tells me to answer my silent question.

About that time Taylor crashes into me from behind, wrapping her arms around me. “I need to pee so bad, I might explode. Come with me.” She doesn't give me time to say no as she drags me off toward the restroom. I glance back to see both Connor and Jensen following us. Our own little bodyguards, it's adorable.

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