Page 3 of Double The Pleasure

"We got a report about a fight in the club. Probably nothing but we have to check it out. You all should head somewhere more private though. Just to be safe."

I flex to sit up but she pushes me down and gives me a little head bobble that turns into a smile and a nod for the cop. "We will right now, officer." Her voice is light and soothing and the cop buys it stepping away from the window.

I look up at her. "Would you like to tell me what the hell you...," She takes my hand and shows me my bloody knuckles that would have given me away.

"Shit," she was looking out for me. No one but my brother has ever looked out for me before. "Thanks."

"No problem." She moves and we scoot around so she's in the passenger seat. She's turned so she can look in the back at my brother and her sister. Her eyes come back to me and I catch how soft and sweet they are. "Thank you for...well for everything. I'm sorry..."

I raise my hand to cut her apology short, "You don't have to apologize for being a dick, the guy I hit does. Nothing you did was anything worth you being sorry about." Her lips tilt up in a soft smile that matches her eyes. "And you're very welcome."

We take the girls home. They live together, which is kind of cool because me and my brother do too. Not a lot of people understand the bond we have but I think these girls might. They seem close. I wait until I know for sure they are in safe before I pull away.

"Well, that was...exciting, huh?" Colm climbs over the seat to take the passenger seat.

I stay quiet because I have an urge to tell him to not sit there. She sat there and I don't want to lose that connection I have with her even if it is a thin one like the place her ass was just sitting. The rest of the drive home is silent as both of us brood over what happened. I pull up to the house not putting the car away. I'll do it tomorrow. Right now I kind of just want to go in and think about the girl that seems to be lodged in my head.

I make my way to my side of the house and yank my shirt up over my head. My fucking clothes feel too tight and restrictive. It makes no sense why this little thing is sticking with me so hard, why she's causing my body to tighten. Fuck her upper thigh felt so soft and silky when she ran my hand up under her skirt. A part of me wished she was naked so I could see where I was touching.

I head into the bathroom after shucking my pants. The shower I am going to take is going to be a cold one. The image of her legs spread around my hips keeps filling my head and tormenting me. What would it have been like to really have been there with her? Would she let me make out with her while my brother and her sister were in the back seat? Do I want her to be alright with that? Is something wrong with me that it makes me harder?

Don't get me wrong - under no fucking circumstance do I want Colm seeing any part of...shit, I was going to say my girl again. I ignore my cock and scrub the rest of me. What did she think of me? Of my body? I'm covered in ink; it's kind of an occupational hazard of being a tattoo artist. I'm tall and not bulky or thin either. I fall somewhere between brick house and weekend runner of marathons. Is that the type of guy she likes?

The guy I put down wasn't like that. He was more...fuck boy than anything else. He's also an ex so...maybe she isn't into that anymore. What the fuck am I thinking? I'm never going to see her again. This was a one-time thing that can't go anywhere. Still doesn't stop me from taking my dick in my hand finally and jerk off thinking about how good she felt on top of me.

Chapter Three

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Harper

I've looked for my fucking id all day long and can't find it anywhere. For the hundredth time, I look under the couch. It's where most of the shit I lose winds up so why not my fucking driver's license. But no, it’s not there.

I'm just about to panic when my doorbell rings. I stand and huff out a frustrated sigh. How do I lose shit so easily? If Harley were here she could have found it by now. I walk to the door and open it without thinking too much about who is on the other side. Standing in front of me is the man I had dirty dreams about last night. Like a lot of dirty dreams.

"Hi." God he looks better today than he did last night in the dark.

"Hi." Way to go Harper, stunning social skills. He holds up my purse from last night. "Oh my God! You found it! I've been looking everywhere for it today." I let out a relieved giggle and reach out to take it from him when we're both stopped by a feminine voice to our right.

"Cade? What are you doing here?"

Oh, shit! It's Robin from three doors down. She's stunning and fun and is probably going to take any chance of me getting to even flirt with this guy away once he sees how pretty she is. She's in a short black skirt that hugs her body and an equally tight blue silk shirt that matches her eyes perfectly. Her blonde hair is up in some fancy knot that I'm sure it's been in all day long...without a strand out of place.

Meanwhile, I just answered the door in an oversized tee-shirt and leggings that have seen better days. My hair is piled on top of my head and I'm not wearing any makeup. Yeah, I'm pretty sure any hope of me ever being anything other than an interesting story to...wait did she call him Cade? Great, they know each other.

Of course they do. Beautiful people stick together and date their own right? I can picture them hooking up when none of their other beautiful friends want to hang out. Hell, I can imagine their kids and even they are stunning. I love babies. Not that it matters right now.

"I was returning Harper's purse." He knows my name. Oh yeah, he probably got it off my license so he would know where to return it. "She left it in my car last night."

He doesn't look happy to see her. He doesn't look like he thinks she's as pretty as she clearly is either. In fact, he seems a little...pinched. His whole face seems stressed. Maybe beautiful people don't hang out with each other all the time.

"Wait, are you seeing her?" she looks utterly shocked. My temper flairs up. Does she think I'm a dog; that I can't have...? Oh yeah, my last boyfriend did dump me and I am alone - never mind. I take Cade and pull him inside before slamming the door behind him. He might be here for mere seconds but the last thing I want is for him to start telling her about what happened in the chronicles of my sad and sorry life.

I take the purse out of his hand and lay it on the table by the door.

"Apparently my ex lives three doors down from you." He seems shocked.

"You didn't know?" What the hell is going on here?

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