Page 2 of More To Us

He's got it bad for Ivy. And she's the same way with him. When they're together, they're almost as bad as Nash and Callie, or Bryce and Jen. All three of my brothers are head-over-heels in love to the point that it can be annoying sometimes. They're always making out with their girls right in front of me, and I don't even think they realize it.

Nash is already engaged and I'm sure Bryce will be next. Jake will hold out a little longer. He lives with Ivy, but that's as much of a commitment as he can handle, at least for now. After years of sleeping around, Ivy is Jake's first real girlfriend and I think he's still adjusting to that. But I know eventually, he'll slip a ring on her finger.

As for me? I'm single. It's not that I don't want a girlfriend. I just want the right one, and I'm in no hurry to find her. I'm only 21, so what's the rush? Right now, I don't even have time for a girlfriend. Between work, and my time at the gym, and the band, I have almost no free time.

Summer's my busiest time so I really haven't dated much the past three months. I work construction, along with my three brothers. We work for our dad's company. I only do the construction, but my brothers are involved in the business side. I should probably get more involved in that side of the business, but honestly, I have no interest in that stuff.

"I'm done with one-night stands," I tell Nash. "And I know how to treat a girl, so you can stop worrying."

"Nash'll never stop worrying," Jake says, his eyes on his phone as he texts. "Maybe when he has a kid, he'll finally leave us alone and focus all his worrying on Nash junior."

I laugh. "Nash junior." I smile at Nash. "Is that what you're going to name him?"

"Don't even bring that up." Nash swigs the last of his beer. "I'm not ready for a kid."

"Is Callie?" I ask him.

"Shit, no. She's not even ready to get married."

"But she wants them, right?" Jake asks, setting his phone down.

"Yeah, but she's not in any rush to have them. She won't even marry me until she finishes college."

"Come on, Nash." Jake nudges him. "Austin and I want some nieces and nephews to spoil."

"Well, you're not getting them any time soon."

"Unless Bryce gives us some," I say, smiling. "The way him and Jen go at it—"

"Shut up," Nash and Jake say at the same time.

I laugh. "Yeah, I know. I don't want to think about it either."

Jen, Bryce's girlfriend, practically lived at our house when she was a kid so she's like a sister to us. We don't like thinking about her being with Bryce.

A waitress who isn't ours comes up to our table, turning to Jake and smiling. "Hey, Jake. How've you been?"

He was checking his phone but he glances up and finds himself eye level with her breasts. She's got her hand on the table and is leaning forward, putting her cleavage on display. The waitresses here wear tight, low-cut white t-shirts and red shorts, and this particular waitress has freaking huge breasts.

"Hey." Jake forces his eyes up to her face. He may be in love with Ivy but a guy can't help but look at breasts like that, especially when they're right in your face.

"It's Shannon," she says, twirling her long dark hair between her fingers. "We were together last—"

"Yeah," he says, cutting her off. "I remember."

I'm sure he doesn't. Jake used to be with a different girl almost every night. There's no way he remembers them all.

"So what have you been up to?" She bites her lip and gives him that look that says she's ready and willing to have sex with him. She'd probably do it on her break if he wanted to.

Watching her, I get what Nash was saying. I don't want a girl like this. A girl who just wants sex and nothing else. And I don't like girls who are this aggressive. Maybe it's old fashioned, but I like to be the pursuer, not the other way around. I guess that's why I don't date as much as I used to. Girls are always asking me out and I'm getting tired of it. For once, I'd like to be the one to ask a girl out.

"I'm with someone," Jake says. "I have a girlfriend."

"Yeah, right." She laughs, but when Jake doesn't, she says, "You really have a girlfriend? So what's her name?"

"It's no one you know. I met her at work."

She stops twirling her hair, then stands up straight, pouting. "If you don't want to be with me, just tell me. You don't have to make up some lame excuse."

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