“Hey, babe.” Lark leaned in to press a kiss to my cheek before pulling back and giving me a top to toe scan. “Look at you.”
I struck a quick pose to show off before hopping onto my stool. I’d come straight from work so I was still dressed in my nude patent leather heels, cream pencil skirt, and blush pink blouse. Aurora let out a whistle. “No joke. Your ass looks fantastic in that skirt.”
“Thanks! That’s why I bought one in every color,” I announced proudly.
Poppy swallowed the sip she’d just taken and pointed at me with the rim of her pint glass. “I do that whenever I find a perfect pair of jeans.”
Willow nodded vigorously. “Yes! It’s so hard to find jeans that fit just right.”
Murmurs of agreement circled through our group as Shane popped in beside me with her tray tucked beneath her arm.
She used her other to pull me into a sideways hug. “Hey, babe. Good to see you.”
“You too,” I returned once we separated. “How’s it going? You and Farah running your asses off tonight?”
Speaking of Farah, I did a quick scan of the bar until I located her. Like Shane, she had her tray tucked beneath her arm as she stood at the head of a long row of tables on the raised section of the bar that housed the pool tables. It might have been Ladies’ Night, but that didn’t mean my friends’ men weren’t in attendance. Cannon was holding court with his crew of bikers and the like that included Jensen Rose, Laeth Harker, Clay and Callum Morrison, Stone Hendrix, Gage, and several other buddies. No doubt Jase would show as well, but, unlike me, he probably stopped to change out of his suit first.
They were all wise enough to know that this little crew could get out of hand without supervision, but smart enough to give us space to do our own thing.
I raised my hand to catch Farah’s attention and got a wave and smile in return. As my eyes traveled back to my own table, they stopped briefly on Gage, who was already looking in my direction. He shot me a wink of acknowledgment that made my tummy flutter for some insane reason. I gave him a smile in return before ripping my attention away, determined to pull myself out of this haze of lust I was mired in.
“It’s not so bad. You crazy women are loading up, but pulling drafts is a hell of a lot better than having to mix cocktails. Speaking of, you want to start a tab?”
“You know it. Got anything Belgian on tap tonight?”
“Sure do. I’ll get that to you in two shakes.”
She took off and I settled back in, taking in our table. It seemed the whole group was here tonight. All but one person.
I looked to Deva, whose face was already flushed and glowy from her beer—the precious lightweight. “Hey, where’s Lyric? I thought she was coming to Ladies’ Night.”
Like I’d conjured her out of thin air, the sweet, sassy librarian appeared at our table. “Sorry I’m late,” she panted, clearly out of breath.
Every single one of us fell silent at the sight of her. Her curly blonde hair was mussed, her cheeks were flushed in a way that had nothing to do with makeup application, and her lips were swollen.
“Holt and I were just—”
“Bumping uglies?” Lark asked with a quirked brow.
“Playing hide the sausage?” Poppy offered.
“Pretending he was a hot doctor and you were his sexy nurse?” Aurora threw in.
Deva and Willow, the quieter shy ones of our group, didn’t have anything to add, so everyone looked at me as if it were my turn.
I chose to be more direct.
“Fucking in the back of his truck like teenagers?”
My girls broke into laughter. Aurora slapped her palm against the table and Lark held her beer mug up in salute. “As always, our lovely Wynn cuts right to the chase.”
I gave a tiny bow before turning my attention back to Lyric who was smiling from ear to ear. “We were . . . spending some quality time together.” She stressed those last words as her cheeks burned bright red.
A sly grin pulled at my lips. “So I was right. Youdidfuck in the back of his truck.”
Her head fell back on a deep belly laugh. “Oh hell yeah. And when we get home later tonight, he’ll get drunk sex as well.”
“Ah, the honeymoon phase bangathon.” Aurora gave a cheeky smirk. “I remember those days.”