Page 133 of Stepbrothers

“Fuck,” she muttered.

“It is, isn’t it?” Sharon nodded eagerly. “I remember, we were all here together. Wendy and I pulled those two city boys and went back to theirs, and you stayed with him.”

“Yes, I remember. Fuck, he’s hot, what’s his name?” Wendy spun her finger by her head. “He joined us for a few minutes, chatted. Ah, I know, it’s Scott?”

“Sean,” Clarice said, not that she called him that anymore.

“He was making your panties drip just by talking to you,” Wendy said. “You must have needed peeling off the ceiling by the time he’d finished.”

“Yeah, and fuck, that’s a lot of muscle to be pounding into you.” Sharon licked her lips. “Was he as good as he looks?”

“Er, yes.” Clarice nodded. “He was.”

“Kinky bugger, too, I’d bet.” Wendy’s eyes widened. “Oh fuck, he’s coming over.”

“What?” Clarice spun to see Trig walking through the crowd holding a pint of lager and a bottle of white wine. Her mind spun. What the heck was he doing? Surely Hugh had filled him in on the delicateness of the situation.

Was he going to blurt out the truth and ruin her friendships forever? Or was he going to play it cool? She had no way of knowing.

“Hi, ladies.” Trig grinned. “Mind if I join you?”

“Go ahead.” Wendy bit on her bottom lip and openly dropped her gaze down his body as though his t-shirt and jeans weren’t even there.

“Sure.” Sharon flicked her hair over her shoulders and sat up straighter. “Be our guest.”

Trig sat close to Clarice, his leg touching hers beneath the table. He set his attention on her. “Clarice, nice to see you again.”

“And you, Sean.”

“It’s been a while.”

“Sure has, but it was very memorable, so it feels like only yesterday.” He chuckled. “You all appear to be in need of a refill.” He pushed the bottle of pinot to the middle of the table. “I hope this will suffice.”

“Why, that is so kind of you,” Wendy said, grabbing it and pouring. “Generous as well as handsome.”

“Perfect.” Sharon fluttered her eyelashes. “You’re a true gent.”

Clarice raised her eyebrows. Her friends just couldn’t help themselves. They were incorrigible; half of her wanted to laugh, the other half apologize for them.

“So, Sean, what do you do?” Wendy asked.

“I’m in security.”

“Oh, like a bouncer?”

“Something like that.” He turned to Clarice. “You haven’t been here for a while.”

“Have you been looking out for me?”

“As a matter of fact, I have.”

“Well, now you’ve found me.” She searched his face. What was he up to?

“I’m glad about that.” He glanced at Sharon and Wendy. “’Cause I kept thinking about that night when we…” He flicked his finger between his chest and Clarice’s. “Hooked up. It was hot, right?”

She swallowed. “Yes, it was hot.”

“Thought maybe we could do it again.”

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