Page 60 of Lie for a Lie

“What kind of dog love? Because I don’t want something small that I can trip over. I have seen too many people break their ankles that way, and I feel like six months of me home in a cast would drive you insane.”

Bre laughs before kissing him. “No six months of straight sex might drive you crazy.”

“Gross,” I say, pushing past them and blocking the stairwell as I hear my phone chime.

Seth: Have fun. Miss you too. Love you.

I linger on the message, locking my phone screen. Ignoring the nauseous feeling in my gut. The same one I have since he has started saying it while his dick is in my mouth. I don’t want any distractions and want a night out with a few of my favorite people.

One of these times, we will have to sneak David out so he can join us. Undoubtedly, he can dance and is a blast to party with. He was a cheerleader for years and always had the best makeup for work. I laugh to myself, climbing into Chris’s Tahoe.

I open my e-reader app and decide to lose myself in the mystery romance I have been reading between looking up to see where we were heading or answering Bre’s random questions. When we get close, Bre insists I pay attention to where we were going. I decide to note every bar I see before we pull into the large complex with units that have attached garages.

The townhomes are nice, and I notice Graham’s truck parked outside one of the bigger units. I take in the house and drown. I find myself wondering yet again about Graham and his life. The guy has his shit together between the job, his house, and his truck.

Chris parks in front of one of the garages as he pulls out his phone.

“He should be right out.”

Chris smiles, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror.

I linger on it as I hear a garage open. When Chris’s eyes dart away, I straighten myself out slightly again and push my breasts together. By the time Graham opens the car door, I am grinning like an idiot, and his eyes roll over me before he clears his throat and climbs in.

“Paige, you look…damn.” He genuinely sounds impressed, so I flirt back.

“You don’t look too bad yourself.”

I let my eyes roll over the dark slacks and navy blue button-down shirt. Between the polish of his shoes and the belt, he had clearly dressed up. He also had his thick black curls done softly, and I want to tangle my fingers through them.

By the time we hit the road, I had focus all my attention on looking at anything but Graham, his broad shoulders, and strong arms, which he insists on showing as he undoes his cuff links and begins to roll his sleeves.

God, I can’t wait to get to the club. I want to lose myself in the music.

When we finally make it in, Graham buys the first two rounds of Fireball, and the burning cool sensation of the drink fills my whole chest. Just then, Missy Elliot’s “Get your freak on” starts, and I can’t help but smile. Reaching for Chris, I pull him towards the dance floor.

His smile is playful as I begin to roll my hips to the beat, shaking my ass probably more than necessary before he wraps his arms around my waist. Graham and Bre finally appear from the corner of my eye, and they seem to be enjoying themselves as much as we are.

I smile and can’t help but point, focusing Chris’s attention. He smiles and pulls me closer. I don’t fight but turn my ass in his lap as the song changes into Nelly’s “Hot in Here.”

The millennial in me yells for joy, and I drop deeper into Chris’s lap while rolling my chest. Chris wraps his arms around me and rolls with me in unison, much to my surprise. I can’t help but laugh and have to put some distance between us, and he doesn’t object when I pull him towards the bar, buying another round for the group.

Bre is so occupied dancing with Graham that she doesn’t realize when we walk up with another double round of shots. We all just smile before taking the next two shots like we weren’t already feeling the first two. We were all having so much fun, and I can’t help but smile as the “Cupid Shuffle” blares through the speakers.

To my surprise, the boys keep up and don’t mind acting goofy while we all move on the dance floor in unison. I can’t help but feel lightheaded and opt to head back to the bar for some water, and Bre follows behind.

“Oh, it’s a good DJ tonight,” Bre yells in a giddy tone over the music as I order another round of water pulling cash from my bra.

“You looked like you were having fun,” I say, playful, and Bre smiles wickedly.

“If he fucks nearly as good as he dances, I don’t understand why you haven’t taken advantage of him yet,” Bre says.

We both laugh, but I roll my eyes.

“Chris isn’t exactly lacking, Bre,” I say, and her smile tells me everything I need to know. My sister tends to like men who control the bedroom, and I have no doubt Chris can do that.

The music changes again as the next round appears, with the guys following right behind. Chris pulls Bre in for a passionate kiss, and Graham and I stand awkwardly, seemingly avoiding touching each other. I let out a small laugh before chugging the rest of my water. I didn’t feel like watching my sister get her face sucked off.

Fuck it.

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