Page 73 of The Final Straw

“Sure,” Van answers first.

“Sounds fun. What time?” Kipp asks.

“Eight.” I smile.

“We better get ready then.” Grady clicks the television off.

I hurry to the bedroom so I can steal their shower first. As I walk, I text Bre to let her know we’re on.

Me: We’ll be there.

We all got ready at the guys’ house, but I didn’t have anything there that was for a night out. So we had to swing by my apartment and I ran in, sliding on a little black dress that hugs my curves in all the right places.

Right at eight PM, we pull up outside the club where I first met Grady and Kipp. I can hear the thump of the bass even before I open the door.

“I can’t get over how sexy you are!” Grady growls as he helps me out of the car.

“Right back at you,” I reply, once again admiring his black T-shirt and jeans. All three of them look good. Kipp is in a dark green polo and khakis and Van went with black jeans and a white T.

Van grabs my other hand and we head toward the entrance, my fingers entwined with two of my guys and Kipp holding the door open for us.

We step inside and spot Bre, and what I’m assuming is the officer and his friends at a corner booth. They stand as we approach, and I immediately can tell that the two are twins. They’re both tall, with broad shoulders and chiseled features, their polo shirts doing nothing to hide their muscular frames. The third guy, the PT, has a leaner build but an equally appealing smile.

Introductions are made, and we settle into the booth across from them. Bre’s officer, Judd, pulls her close, while his twin brother, Jett, takes the other side. The PT, Corbin, sits next to Jett, his eyes twinkling with interest.

Grady flags the server down and he orders a round of drinks.

“So, how does one go from taking prints to planning a date?” I ask Judd with a teasing smile.

He laughs, a deep, warm sound. “Well, when a beautiful woman like Bre makes a suggestion, it’s hard to say no.”

Bre smirks, looking pleased with herself. “See? Putty in my hands.”

The night progresses with laughter and easy conversation, and we’ve even danced a bit. Jett turns out to be just as charming as his brother, and Corbin is a riot, keeping us entertained with stories from his clinic. The guys also seem to be enjoying the night talking with Bre’s trio.

At one point, Bre leans over the table to whisper, “I think we’re going to take this party back to my place.”

I raise an eyebrow, glancing around the table. “We’ll head out too. Be safe and have fun.” I wiggle my brows at her.

She grins and turns to the guys. “So, how about we move this to my place?”

Judd doesn’t hesitate. “Lead the way.”

We say our goodbyes, and I watch as my bestie leaves with her own three men in tow. I look around the table at my men and smile.

“That was fun. I hope they treat her right.” I drink the last of my cocktail.

“Let’s go, Little Girl. I have a taste for something else,” Kipps hums in my ear and my body heats.

We pile into the car and head to my place since it’s closer and we’ve been drinking. The drive is quick and filled with a hint of eagerness. When we get inside, we instantly settle into the living room, the energy between us shifting from playful to charged.

Kipp pulls me onto his lap, his hands roaming my curves as we kiss. Grady slides closer to me, his eyes dark with desire. “I’ve been wanting to do this all night,” he murmurs, brushing a strand of hair from my face before leaning in to kiss me.

His lips are warm and soft, causing my nipples to pebble. I kiss him back, my hands exploring the hard planes of his chest as I undress him. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Van watching us, his expression hungry.

“Join us,” I whisper, breaking the kiss to look at him.

Van smiles and moves closer, his hands grabbing the hem of the black dress and pulling it off of me. The four of us become a tangle of naked limbs, the room filled with the sounds of our shared gratification.

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