realizing I didn't have a captive audience. "This bottle is twenty-one years old...casks that once contained premium Caribbean rum and then aged for 21 years and four months...and you asshats are drinking it like it's water!" I shouted over the music that was now playing at deafening volumes.
The band broke out into hysterical laughter and Alex shouted, "She sure knows her scotch! A woman after my own heart!" He laid is hand over his heart and batted his dark eyelashes at me.
"Just keep it in your pants, Alexander. God only knows where it's been," I joked, rolling my eyes.
I turned to my brother and Chris who were also laughing; shook my head and swiped a bottle of water that was neatly arranged on the coffee table. I twisted the cap and drank it's contents.
Silly boys.
I sat in a large arm chair in the corner and listened to Alex's fond memories of some girl that got away. Which included very detailed sexual positions, some of which I'd never heard of before and it made me blush.
The bathroom door cracked and 'Barbie' stepped out, dressed only in a white lace bra and a jean mini skirt. I felt the blood boil in my veins at the sight of her.
So, this is where Brody had run off to. A bathroom? Wow, that's classy. What a freaking whore!
She waved to the band and disappeared into the hallway. A moment later, Brody swung the bathroom door open and stood in the doorway, both hands gripping the frame over his head. He was shirtless. An intricate, tribal-like tattoo covered his left breast and wrapped around his shoulder, it had been hidden under his shirt all this time, no wonder I hadn't seen it until now. The muscles in his arms flexed and I dropped my gaze down his chiseled abs and perfect "v" just visible over his waistband. He closely resembled a tanned, tattooed, God.
The guys let out hoots and whistles. Alex shouted, "Way to go, man! I tried to bag her last time, but she was a prude bitch. Guess you broke her in for me!" More laughter erupted. I kept my gaze focused on Brody and his wide, dimpled smile appeared. "Yeah, you just didn't have what it takes to tame a wild cat like her!"
He pulled a white shirt over his head and ran his fingers through his hair. He froze momentarily when he caught me staring at him and winked. My cheeks flushed and my stomach did a cart-wheel. He moved towards the couch, sat in between Alex and Zac and leaned over to Zac. He whispered something in his ear, which caused Zac to laugh and Brody slapped him on the back.
The band laughed, Alex reached over, swiped the bottle of scotch from my hands and passed it to Brody. I sipped the bottle of water I had a vice grip on and leaned back into the chair unable to break my gaze from the most beautiful man I had ever seen.
Zac jumped up from the couch and grabbed my arm. "Come on, sis. This is a night to celebrate! Brody just offered our band to play here exclusively for the next year. Fucking awesome, right?"
"Yeah...great. That's awesome," I said plastering a fake smile across my face.
Zac smiled, pulled me in for a bear hug and whispered, "This means, we'll get to hang out more....I miss you, you know? It'll be nice to have to you around. Please, come see us play," he pleaded.
I couldn't argue with my brother when he was drunk, his face was so full of innocence, he totally had me wrapped around his finger.
"Alright, I'll come. But can you put the dog out next time?" I asked pointing at Brody. "I wouldn't want to be exposed to any fleas...or STD's, for that matter." I scoffed, laughing.
I quickly fell silent when Brody's eyes went wide and his pupils dilated as he stared directly at me. He let out a deep growl and responded, "Well, excuse the fuck out of me. I don't believe I've had the honor of making your acquaintance, Sweetheart." He scowled and the room fell silent. "My name is Brody and I am the owner of this fine establishment." He said opening his arms wide.
I cleared my throat and crossed my arms over my chest. "I know who you
The band broke out into hysterical laughter and Alex shouted, "She sure knows her scotch! A woman after my own heart!" He laid is hand over his heart and batted his dark eyelashes at me.
"Just keep it in your pants, Alexander. God only knows where it's been," I joked, rolling my eyes.
I turned to my brother and Chris who were also laughing; shook my head and swiped a bottle of water that was neatly arranged on the coffee table. I twisted the cap and drank it's contents.
Silly boys.
I sat in a large arm chair in the corner and listened to Alex's fond memories of some girl that got away. Which included very detailed sexual positions, some of which I'd never heard of before and it made me blush.
The bathroom door cracked and 'Barbie' stepped out, dressed only in a white lace bra and a jean mini skirt. I felt the blood boil in my veins at the sight of her.
So, this is where Brody had run off to. A bathroom? Wow, that's classy. What a freaking whore!
She waved to the band and disappeared into the hallway. A moment later, Brody swung the bathroom door open and stood in the doorway, both hands gripping the frame over his head. He was shirtless. An intricate, tribal-like tattoo covered his left breast and wrapped around his shoulder, it had been hidden under his shirt all this time, no wonder I hadn't seen it until now. The muscles in his arms flexed and I dropped my gaze down his chiseled abs and perfect "v" just visible over his waistband. He closely resembled a tanned, tattooed, God.
The guys let out hoots and whistles. Alex shouted, "Way to go, man! I tried to bag her last time, but she was a prude bitch. Guess you broke her in for me!" More laughter erupted. I kept my gaze focused on Brody and his wide, dimpled smile appeared. "Yeah, you just didn't have what it takes to tame a wild cat like her!"
He pulled a white shirt over his head and ran his fingers through his hair. He froze momentarily when he caught me staring at him and winked. My cheeks flushed and my stomach did a cart-wheel. He moved towards the couch, sat in between Alex and Zac and leaned over to Zac. He whispered something in his ear, which caused Zac to laugh and Brody slapped him on the back.
The band laughed, Alex reached over, swiped the bottle of scotch from my hands and passed it to Brody. I sipped the bottle of water I had a vice grip on and leaned back into the chair unable to break my gaze from the most beautiful man I had ever seen.
Zac jumped up from the couch and grabbed my arm. "Come on, sis. This is a night to celebrate! Brody just offered our band to play here exclusively for the next year. Fucking awesome, right?"
"Yeah...great. That's awesome," I said plastering a fake smile across my face.
Zac smiled, pulled me in for a bear hug and whispered, "This means, we'll get to hang out more....I miss you, you know? It'll be nice to have to you around. Please, come see us play," he pleaded.
I couldn't argue with my brother when he was drunk, his face was so full of innocence, he totally had me wrapped around his finger.
"Alright, I'll come. But can you put the dog out next time?" I asked pointing at Brody. "I wouldn't want to be exposed to any fleas...or STD's, for that matter." I scoffed, laughing.
I quickly fell silent when Brody's eyes went wide and his pupils dilated as he stared directly at me. He let out a deep growl and responded, "Well, excuse the fuck out of me. I don't believe I've had the honor of making your acquaintance, Sweetheart." He scowled and the room fell silent. "My name is Brody and I am the owner of this fine establishment." He said opening his arms wide.
I cleared my throat and crossed my arms over my chest. "I know who you
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