Page 17 of Tamed By You

“Of all the hotels, of all the clubs, you picked this one.” She folds her arms across her chest, pressing her gorgeous tits together; tits I’ve yet to see. My eyes rake over her chest and back up to her eyes.

“Weird, isn't it? Maybe fate has brought us back together.” I grin.

She scoffs, rolling her eyes again.

I turn my attention to my friends standing nearby. “Brett, Mason, meet Alice. These are our buddies from the Marine Corps,” I say, gesturing to the guys.

She gives a half smile, reaching out her hand to shake theirs. “Any friend of Harry’s will unlikely become a friend of mine, but good to meet you both.”

Brett laughs. “We've heard a lot about you. You weren't kidding about her. She’s a firecracker,” he says to me, while eyeing her up and down.

Back off, fucker.

“Aww, you’ve been telling people about me, H?” Her tone is laced with sarcasm, but hell, if my dick didn’t just twitch when she called me H.

“More of a warning, really.”

Her face drops, looking at me deadpan. “I see England didn't change you. Such a shame.”

“Come on now, you wouldn't want me any other way, would you, my little pocket rocket?” I slip my arm around her neck and pull her into a headlock. Kissing the top of her head, she shrugs me off before smoothing out her hair.

“Let’s just keep things civil, okay, for them.” She points at Jack and Ria, who are lost in each other.

She steps closer, her mouth brushing the shell of my ear. Lowering her voice, she says, “And don’t call me your pocket rocket. I’m nothing to you. You stay out of my way, and I’ll stay out of yours.”

I grind my teeth at her words.Oh, she wants to play dirty already? Okay, fine. I go to say something when Kate interrupts us, and we abruptly move apart.

“You guys showed up at the perfect time. It's time for dare cards,” she declares, waving a pack of bright pink cards in front of her face, blowing her short platinum blonde hair.

“Now, me and Harley have just agreed if we have to take a shot off anyone, we won't be doing it off either of you.” She gestures between me and Brad.

“Jack is an obvious no go too,” Kate adds.

“We thought it would be weird if we licked our bosses,” Harley slurs, giggling.

“Wouldn't it be the first time someone licked their boss? Hey Ri,” I shout, giving her a wink. She blushes and buries her face into Jack’s chest as everyone laughs, obviously remembering how the two of them got together and it all started with a body shot of tequila.

“I'll go first,” Gabby yells, waving her arm in the air. She's usually the quiet one of the group, but it's clear she's been knocking a few back and good for her.

She pulls a card and reads it aloud. “You and one other bridesmaid need to collect as many items as possible of men’s clothing in one minute. The loser has to do a shot of the winners choosing.”

“Aaaah, yesss, Ali, you’re helping,” Gabby calls. Ali steps forward. “Okay, okay, prepare to lose, baby girl.” She laughs and squares up to Gabby.

“Bring it.” Gabby claps back.

Ria has stepped up on the table and begins to count the girls down. “Okay, get ready, three, two, one, go!”

Gabby’s fast. She’s over to Mason and Brett and they are shrugging jackets and shirts off at lightning speed. Ali raced to two guys standing nearby and red, hot jealousy pulses through me watching them unbutton their shirts and hand them to her.

I’m impressed she’s managed to be so quick in those high heels. My eyes rake over her body, the way her sparkly dress clings to her curves, curves I’d very much like to explore again. Her long-toned legs flex as she strides like a Victoria’s Secret model over to us at double speed. “Jack, quick, give me your socks,” she breathlessly demands.

“My socks?” he asks, looking at her like she’s just asked him the dumbest thing.

“Yeah, your socks, I’m not gonna let you take your clothes off so all these women can ogle at my best friend’s fiancé, so socks off.” She whips her head to Brad and points, “You too, prison break, pants off,” she says, snapping her fingers

“Prison break?” He eyes her curiously.

“I mean, look at you. You look like you’ve escaped death row with all those tattoos, but holy hell, do you pull it off,” she says stroking his bicep suggestively.

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