Page 11 of Saving Ren
She belts out a word perfect, all six verses rendition of the Don Mclean classic, pointing the bottle at the crowd every time they reach the chorus; she’s getting more attention than the band. I find myself smiling as she again points the end of the bottle towards everyone on the dance floor and orchestrates using her other hand.
“What the fuck are you grinning at?” Zac asks from beside me.
“Who’s the redhead with Jo?” I ask, not taking my eyes off her.
“No clue mate, but she’s obviously got your attention. . . Oh, I can see why. You are such a tit man.”
“Fuck off, I noticed her because she’s fucking gorgeous,” I lie. I was totally staring at her tits. They’re a decent size for such a little frame and hard to miss.
“Who is?” Cooper asks, flanking my other side.
“The redhead with Jo. You know who she is?” Zac asks him.
“Nah, but you can ask Jo herself, she’s on her way over here.”
In practised, perfect unison, we turn away from where we were watching the girls dance and face the bar, me, making a slight adjustment in the ridiculous skinny chino things I’d been convinced by my twelve-year-old daughter to purchase.
“Dude, stop touching your dick. What the fuck is wrong with you?” Zac whisper shouts as the three of us stand in a row at the bar.
“Fuck off,” is my mumbled reply.
“You caught a dose of something nasty from Alysa, or one of your harem girls?” Cooper asks.
I narrow my eyes on him before raising my brows and stare for a second.
“First off, fuck you, and fuck you.” I look between my brothers.
“Second, I’ve not seen Alysa in months. Third, I don’t have a fucking harem. Fourth, I just got tested when we had the company medicals.”
“They were three weeks ago,” Zac interrupts.
“If you’ll let me fucking finish,” I snap back. “I’ve not been near a bird since we had the medical, and those results state that my dick is squeaky clean because fifth, I do not dip it anywhere without wearing an overcoat. I got caught once remember, and as much as I love Ava, that will not ever be happening again.”
“You’re single, and haven’t fucked in three weeks? Mate, that’s a serious drought you got going on there.”
I ignore Zac’s comment.
“You don’t want more kids? Dude, you’re only thirty-five, way too young to make that call,” Cooper advises.
“Thanks for the advice, Master Shredder, but procreating is not at the top of my list of priorities right now. Fucking, yes, making babies, definitely not, but thank you.”
“Anytime, as your big brother, I feel it’s my responsibility to keep you informed.”
“Appreciated.”
“Hey, Jo. How’s it going?” Zac elbows me as he speaks to Jo, who’s now standing next to him waiting to get served.
She turns our way, takes her time drinking us in, eye-fucking each of us as she does, and smiles. “Evening, boys. How are you all?”
“Good, yourself?” Zac asks.
Before she can respond, Cooper asks, “What you after, Jo? I’ll get these.”
“No, I’m good thanks, Coop, I’m in a round with the girls.”
“That’s cool, I can stretch to a drink for them too. What you having?”
She stares at Cooper for a long moment. We all watch as she tongues the inside of her cheek, exuding confidence and sex appeal, before breaking out in a smile. “That’s really nice of you, Coop. I’ll have a G&T, two vodka, lime, sodas, and a Jack and coke.”
