Page 3 of Indecent Ventures

Carter grabs her hip and pulls her close. He lifts an eyebrow. “Is that so?”

She leans her entire body into him, runs her hand up his chest, and gives him a nod. The sexual tension between them is making it hard to breathe. It’s always high. I would kill to watch them go at it. Actually, I would kill to be a part of it.

I let out a quick whistle to break their trance. They both turn to me. Reagan asks, “Have you seen my sister? I haven’t seen her in a while.”

“Which one?” Reagan has two sisters. Harley is older and Skylar is younger. They both look like models too. The whole damn family does.

“Skylar. I might need to call her. I want her with us when I speak in a little while. I hope she’s off getting some ass. She could use it.”

I can’t help but laugh. I love the way Reagan speaks. She’s like one of the guys.

Carter grabs her hand. “I’ll help you find her.” He turns to me. “We’ll have a drink later?”

“You bet.”

“Are you okay alone?”

“I’m not a child. I can manage myself. There are tons of hotties here to occupy my time.” I give him a wink. “I’m going to grab a drink at the bar, maybe a woman too. I’ll see you guys later.”

They walk off and I can’t help but watch her ass as they go. Such a perfect…damn it, Collin. Stop. She’s off limits.

I turn and head toward one of the bars. I’m stopped by one or two people that I know, but I keep the conversations short.

I approach the bartender and order a double whiskey. I lean on the bar with one elbow as I take in the party. People are having a good time. They’re dancing, drinking, eating, and laughing. I guess I should expect that from anyone that knows Reagan.

I can’t help but smile for my friend Carter. He deserves this life. He got a shitty draw growing up. He may have grown up with money, excessive money, but I wouldn’t have traded places with him for all the money in the world. His dad is a pretentious, abusive asshole, his mom is zoned out most of the time, and he lost his only sibling when he was a little kid. His house was stuffy, cold, and miserable. The only family member he was close to was his grandfather, and he died in a plane crash when we were in junior high.

Carter loved hanging at my house. The whole house could have fit in his foyer, but he loved my happy, hectic home, full of my crazy, loud family.

Now he has Reagan’s crazy ass, big, close family. They spend a ton of time with them. He’s never been happier, and I’m thrilled for him. Yes, I have a crush on Reagan, but it’s because she’s so great and Carter is a lucky man. I know I’m a bit of a playboy, but I think I want the same thing one day. If only Reagan had a twin sister. Her older sister is married, and her younger sister, though just as hot, doesn’t have Reagan’s dynamic, filter-less demeanor. Oh, and she also can’t stand me. She makes that abundantly clear every time we’re together.

I hear a woman’s voice next to me. “I’ll have a vodka tonic.” She pinches my ass. “And one of him.”

I turn around. She looks me up and down. “Ooh, this evening just got a lot more interesting.”

I give her an obvious once-over. She’s very tall. Well over six feet in heels. She’s a leggy blonde, with familiar blue eyes. A little skinny for my tastes, but she’s gorgeous. She looks like she’s in her mid-twenties, putting her about ten years younger than me.

She smiles when my eyes eventually meet hers. It’s full of mischief. “Do you like what you see?”

I nod. “I imagine most men do.”

She crosses her arms. “I’m not interested in their opinions. I’m interested in yours.”

I shake my head. “Sweetheart, I’m the Big Bad Wolf. You want no part of me.”

She runs her hand down her red, form-fitting long dress. “As the story goes, Little Red Riding Hood couldn’t manage to stay away from the Big Bad Wolf.”

Ooh. I like her playfulness.

I run my finger up her arm. “What does Little Red Riding Hood have in mind for this evening?”

She runs her tongue over her plump, red-painted bottom lip. “To see just how big and bad your wolf is.”

I can’t help but let out a laugh. “Why don’t we start with your name, beautiful.”

“I’m Jade. What’s your name?”

“Collin. How do you know Reagan?”

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