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We keeled over, laughing until our stomachs ached.

The hinges of the front door screamed something obscene as it opened. Every head in our run-down backwoods honky tonk turned.

Isaac, dressed to the nines in Armani, stood in the doorway.

Our eyes met, and he licked his lips like a predator.

“Oh my damn,” Kristin muttered as she joined Maddie and me. “He is undressing you with his eyes.”

Mel craned in. “Oh my damn is right. I hope to God you’re on birth control because that man could get you pregnant just looking at you.”

“Ooh! What are we talking about?” Erica said as she wiggled into the fold.

Bridget smirked and pointed at the door. “Him.”

28

ISAAC

Jokers was not my kind of place. It was dirty, poorly lit, and drafty. The floors were filthy, and the whole place was dustyandsticky.

Why was it so sticky?

It seemed like the kind of place Hannah Jane would turn her nose up at. But the way she talked about this run-down shack of a bar, it was home for her.

At least I was too busy judging the hole-in-the-wall bar to be worried about contracting tetanus or getting some kind of bacterial infection from all the chipped wood.

Hannah wasn’t hard to find. She was surrounded by the women of the poker club, dressed like—oh, for fuck’s sake. I was already hard.

Her ass was hanging out of the bottom of a pair of denim shorts, and she had a red plaid shirt tied between her breasts, showing off her toned abs and irresistible décolletage. She looked like she had come straight out of an episode ofThe Dukes of Hazzard.

She pushed away from the bar and hurried over, her cowboy boots clomping against the old wood floor. She jumped, and Icaught her easily, grabbing her ass as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

I squeezed, flexing my fingers into the soft globes of flesh. She kissed me first, frantic and desperate. I tasted tequila on her breath. Or was it whiskey?

I sat down in a dark corner of the bar with Hannah straddling my lap and kissed her again. She tasted like vodka and lime this time.

“How much have you had to drink?” I rasped, tugging at the knotted fabric between her breasts.

Hannah giggled. “A little.”

I pulled away and eyed her suspiciously.

“A lot.”

I pecked her lips. “Sober up.”

“Why?” She pouted.

“Because we have some unfinished business to take care of at home.” I threaded my finger through the narrow gusset of her shorts and tugged. My knuckle dragged against her cunt.

Hannah sucked in a sharp breath. Her eyes closed, and the heavy rise and fall of her chest stopped on a dime.

I leaned in closer. My breath tickled her cheek as I whispered, “I warned you.”

Her throat constricted. I could feel her wet heat marking her thin panties. Her teeth sunk into her lower lip.

“Naughty girl,” I growled. “You like this, don’t you?” I tugged on her shorts, silently threatening to rip them off of her. “You like the rush. The thrill. You get off on it. You like pushing my buttons just as much as I like pushing yours.” I slipped my finger under her panties and grazed her clit.

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