Page 19 of Mr. Edwards
Hmm, so he does know her. “The girl she’s with is pretty hot,” I say, flicking my head in their direction. “Those tattoos are smokin’. Damn, I’d tap her.”
Aston chuckles. “You’d tap anything that moves.”
“Hey, I have standards.”
“Sure you do,” he says.
When the girls take their drinks and move toward a booth on the other side of the club, I drop the subject, although I continue to see his gaze flicker in their direction when he doesn’t think I’m paying attention. I should try and convince him to go over there and introduce me to her friend, but I don’t want to push him.
I clear my throat when two women suddenly appear. One of them moves in between us, rubbing her tits against Ashton’s arm. I’m confident I know how this is going to play out, so I sit back and observe.
“Do you want to dance, handsome?”
“No,” he snaps.
“Come on, it’ll be fun,” she coaxes, running her long nails through the side of his hair.
When he shrugs her off, I have to bite back my laugh. “Go away.”
“Wow. No need to be so rude.” She retreats a step, and when I hear her mumble, “Bastard,” I snicker. I know exactly why he just ran her off, and it has nothing to dowith her, and everything to do with the woman dressed in red. Damn, I want to know who she is to him.
“Move along, ladies, someone’s on their period tonight,” I say, deciding to help him out.
“Fuck off,” he grumbles.
“Just because your head’s all wrapped up in the babe in red with the killer rack and the mile-long legs, it doesn’t mean you have to ruin my chances of getting laid tonight.”
When he grits his teeth at my comment, I bring the beer bottle to my lips and wait.
“Stop talking about her rack and fucking legs.” I’m grinning to myself because I knew he’d bite. He chugs the rest of his beer, slamming the bottle down onto the bar. “I’m going to get out of here, you coming?”
“Fuck,” I grumble, finishing my drink. I was hoping our night would end with getting more acquainted with Red and her hot friend. “Guess I’ll be taking care of myself tonight.”
“You say that like it’s foreign to you. I shared a dorm room with you, remember? Considering how many times you’ve manhandled yourself over the years, I’m surprised your dick hasn’t fallen off.”
“Very funny, asshole.” We both stand, and my eyes scan the room looking for the girls as we head toward the door. I flick my head in their direction when I spot them on the dance floor. “Your girl’s got all the moves,” I say, smirking. But my eyes are more engrossed in her friend.
“She’s not my girl.”
“Right. So, you wouldn’t mind if I went over there and ground my big cock against that shapely ass of hers?”
“Don’t even think about it.”
“She’s so your girl.”
“Remind me again why we’re friends,” he says as I pull him into aheadlock, ruffling his hair. He hates it when I do that.
“Because you love me, Ashton Black.”
“Yeah, like a hole in the head.”
My eyes are still on the tattooed hottie, but when they flick to Red, I see a handsy douchebag approach her from behind. I instantly stop walking, and Ashton bumps straight into my back.
I let out a low whistle. “Shit’s about to get real.” Ashton hated me even looking at her, so I knew this wasn’t going to go down well. He walks around me, stalking across the dance floor. The man is on a mission. “I’ve got your back, bro,” I say, quickly following him. This isn’t his first hoedown so I know he’s got this, but I’m there just in case some other asshole tries to step in.
When Ashton grabs the guy by the collar of his shirt and yanks him backward, I bark out a laugh. I’m finding this whole situation thoroughly entertaining. We’re grown-ass men, neither of us has gotten into a physical altercation with anyone since high school. If this doesn’t scream,she’s his girl, I don’t know what does.
A few punches are thrown, but the fight is over in seconds. The douche is dragged off the dance floor by his friends before any real damage can be done, and I’m a little disappointed by that. My gaze moves back to the girls, and I find them both slack-jawed and wide-eyed. Ashton’s on Red in a heartbeat, grabbing her hand and dragging her off the dance floor.
