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idea.” I swallow my annoyance and allow her to drag me away.
I’m not sure if I hear her or feel her presence first. Common sense tells me I can’t really feel someone’s presence , but I swear a wave of electricity zings up my spine seconds before the sound waves of Dakota’s rich, honeyed laughter reach my ears. My cock twitches at the sound.
Playing it cool, I continue to fill my plate with food from the buffet line—eggs, bacon, hash browns, and fruit—while listening to her greet everyone else in the room. I’m not facing her; nevertheless, I sense the moment her gaze finds me. I’m already sporting a semi. Fucking hell.
Once I’ve topped my plate with a waffle, I spin around to face her, only to have the air deflate from chest by the scene in front of me. What the fuck?
Looking ridiculously fresh-faced in a red-and-white-striped dress with her wavy, golden blonde hair framing her face, Dakota and Emilia’s brother, Gabe, are listening to Gunner tell one of his many exaggerated racing stories. Well, Gabe is watching Gunner, but even though Dakota’s laughing at the right places, her eyes are trained on me. She’s waiting for me to find her.
The problem with the entire image, the thing that has blood roaring in my ears, is Gabe’s arm, which is slung around Dakota’s neck. Possessively. Purposefully. I have no idea why it pisses me the fuck off, but it does, and it makes me wonder what all I missed last night.
She props her hands on her hips and raises her eyebrows at me. Don’t Hulk out on me again. You’re overreacting.
Overreacting, my ass. Two can play this game.
I give her my best bored face. Fine, we’ll do this your way.
Breaking eye contact with her, I stride across the room and sprawl across the seat next to Meghan. She leans in to hug me good morning when I lower myself into the chair, purposely rubbing her big ol’ titties against my arm. Then, less than a minute later, she accidentally drops her fork and has to drop down on her knees near my lap to retrieve it under the table. Wow, this is too fucking easy.
I look up to find Dakota, dying to see the expression on her face, but she and her buddy , Gabe, are too busy fixing themselves plates. Her back is to me, so she didn’t see a single thing. Damn it.
Gunner, Emmy Sue, Dakota, Gabe, and Rhino, all armed with plates piled high with breakfast goodies, head toward us. Just like it happens in the movies, everyone sits, leaving the chair directly across from me as the only one open for her. Unfortunately, it’s also right next to Gabe.
I stay uncharacteristically quiet through most of the conversation as they talk about things that happened last night at the wedding. I don’t have much to add. Each time I try to get Dakota’s attention to send her a message, she’s looking off somewhere else. Almost on purpose.
When Gabe shifts in his chair to aim his conversation strictly to Dakota, my brow furrows. I’m not sure what’s going on with this dude who’s a bit too boy band for me, but I don’t trust him. I don’t care if he is Emmy Sue’s brother.
“How long is your break from classes again?” he asks, not nearly as smoothly as he probably hoped.
“Three weeks. I go back July eleventh. Why? When do you go back to Seattle?”
He clears his throat then takes a long drink of water. “This Thursday,” he eventually replies. “I was wondering if you wanted to go to a concert at Red Rocks on Tuesday.”
“She can’t,” I blurt out, dropping my fork and knife on the plate. The sudden outburst along with the clanging of silverware draws the attention of those close by, but I don’t give a shit. I’m putting a stop to this little fucker’s play before it gains any traction.
“Excuse me?” she scoffs, glaring at me with furrowed brows. “Do you want to enlighten me as to why I can’t do something?”
Damn, she’s sexy when she’s mad. I’m going to have to get her riled up regularly. “Because we leave for
I’m not sure if I hear her or feel her presence first. Common sense tells me I can’t really feel someone’s presence , but I swear a wave of electricity zings up my spine seconds before the sound waves of Dakota’s rich, honeyed laughter reach my ears. My cock twitches at the sound.
Playing it cool, I continue to fill my plate with food from the buffet line—eggs, bacon, hash browns, and fruit—while listening to her greet everyone else in the room. I’m not facing her; nevertheless, I sense the moment her gaze finds me. I’m already sporting a semi. Fucking hell.
Once I’ve topped my plate with a waffle, I spin around to face her, only to have the air deflate from chest by the scene in front of me. What the fuck?
Looking ridiculously fresh-faced in a red-and-white-striped dress with her wavy, golden blonde hair framing her face, Dakota and Emilia’s brother, Gabe, are listening to Gunner tell one of his many exaggerated racing stories. Well, Gabe is watching Gunner, but even though Dakota’s laughing at the right places, her eyes are trained on me. She’s waiting for me to find her.
The problem with the entire image, the thing that has blood roaring in my ears, is Gabe’s arm, which is slung around Dakota’s neck. Possessively. Purposefully. I have no idea why it pisses me the fuck off, but it does, and it makes me wonder what all I missed last night.
She props her hands on her hips and raises her eyebrows at me. Don’t Hulk out on me again. You’re overreacting.
Overreacting, my ass. Two can play this game.
I give her my best bored face. Fine, we’ll do this your way.
Breaking eye contact with her, I stride across the room and sprawl across the seat next to Meghan. She leans in to hug me good morning when I lower myself into the chair, purposely rubbing her big ol’ titties against my arm. Then, less than a minute later, she accidentally drops her fork and has to drop down on her knees near my lap to retrieve it under the table. Wow, this is too fucking easy.
I look up to find Dakota, dying to see the expression on her face, but she and her buddy , Gabe, are too busy fixing themselves plates. Her back is to me, so she didn’t see a single thing. Damn it.
Gunner, Emmy Sue, Dakota, Gabe, and Rhino, all armed with plates piled high with breakfast goodies, head toward us. Just like it happens in the movies, everyone sits, leaving the chair directly across from me as the only one open for her. Unfortunately, it’s also right next to Gabe.
I stay uncharacteristically quiet through most of the conversation as they talk about things that happened last night at the wedding. I don’t have much to add. Each time I try to get Dakota’s attention to send her a message, she’s looking off somewhere else. Almost on purpose.
When Gabe shifts in his chair to aim his conversation strictly to Dakota, my brow furrows. I’m not sure what’s going on with this dude who’s a bit too boy band for me, but I don’t trust him. I don’t care if he is Emmy Sue’s brother.
“How long is your break from classes again?” he asks, not nearly as smoothly as he probably hoped.
“Three weeks. I go back July eleventh. Why? When do you go back to Seattle?”
He clears his throat then takes a long drink of water. “This Thursday,” he eventually replies. “I was wondering if you wanted to go to a concert at Red Rocks on Tuesday.”
“She can’t,” I blurt out, dropping my fork and knife on the plate. The sudden outburst along with the clanging of silverware draws the attention of those close by, but I don’t give a shit. I’m putting a stop to this little fucker’s play before it gains any traction.
“Excuse me?” she scoffs, glaring at me with furrowed brows. “Do you want to enlighten me as to why I can’t do something?”
Damn, she’s sexy when she’s mad. I’m going to have to get her riled up regularly. “Because we leave for
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