I have lost my mind.
"No. It's exactly the opposite," I growl, wishing it wouldn't hurt if I punched my own crotch.
"O...kay... So, I finally found a group of girls who aren't total prudes. You coming?"
I glance over at the table full of sexy girls that Corbin is already working over, but my eyes involuntarily gravitate toward Tria again. Damn... those legs. Does she have to hold that stick like that?
I groan and actually slap my own face, which earns an eyebrow raise from Maverick.
"Dude, did you do drugs or something? Because you look like you're tweaking."
I scrub my face and make a silent oath to never drink again. Yeah right. I need something seriously strong right now.
"Whiskey straight up," I say to the bartender.
"Whiskey? Really? The hard stuff makes you a little... crazy."
Maverick is grating on my nerves. I have serious problems right now. Whiskey can't make me any crazier than I apparently already am if I'm fucking losing my mind over Tria Noles.
The bartender hands me the whiskey and I toss it back in one sip.
"Keep them coming."
"Dude," Maverick grumbles, "what the hell happened?"
Again, my damn traitorous eyes find the brunette I don't want to want, and my pants get even tighter, which I didn't think could be possible. She's leaning over that table again, and all I can picture is fucking her on that damn thing.
"I've lost my damn mind. That's what happened."
He laughs, as though any of this is funny. He wouldn't be laughing if he was hard as a rock for Tria. He'd be as freaked out as I am.
"Hey. Didn't expect to see you two here," a friendly voice says, and I groan inwardly before making a calculated turn—keeping my erection hidden—and face Kade Colton.
"Well, I'll be damned," Maverick says, grinning. "Did the woman let you off the leash for a night?"
I pretend I have no knowledge of the fact Raya is here... with Tria.
"First of all, she doesn't keep me on a leash, and secondly, I'm actually meeting her here," he says, letting his smile lift at the very thought of her.
Like a nasty habit, I glance back over to the pool table, and my jaw clenches when I see a few guys talking to Raya and Tria. Did that fucker really just touch her? I'll break his damn hand if he does it again.
What. The hell. Is wrong with me?
"Damn. I better go get my girl before someone falls in love," Kade says, grinning bigger when he spots her shooing away the unwanted attention. Tria isn't shooing away her groper. Why is she even speaking to that son of a bitch?
"You guys can join us, if you want to," Kade says while walking away.
"No, we've got—"
"I'll come," I say, interrupting Maverick.
I don't know what I'm doing, but I can't just sit back and watch this douche rub his hands all over Tria.
"Dude," Maverick gripes loudly.
"Catch up with you later," I call over my shoulder, rushing my steps.