Her eyes narrow as she glares at her sister. “Harley, and I’m going to kill her.”
I slide my hand down her arm and lace our fingers together. “How about you spare her life and introduce us instead?”
Her eyes snap to me. “Why?” she asks, her voice full of suspicion.
Chuckling, I grab her chin and tip her head back further so I can get to her lips.
After I lay a kiss on her, hot enough that her eyes are once again glazed with lust, I tell her, “You’re cute when you’re jealous.” Her eyes roll. “She’s your sister, and since I’m going to be fucking her sister soon,” I wink, “I figured it was appropriate that I meet her.”
Her lips form a smirk. “Pretty sure of yourself. Just because I stalk you, doesn’t mean I want to fuck you.”
This time I laugh. “Oh, baby, you definitely want to fuck me. I bet if I were to put my hand under that short-as-fuck skirt, I’d find your panties soaked. So much so, that your thighs are probably wet.”
She harrumphs, but doesn’t deny it, and it makes me want to do exactly what I just said.
Grabbing my hand, she tugs me toward her sister. Her eyes flash back and forth between Taylor and me. Instead of stopping, she walks past Harley and keeps going until we’re at the bar. Finding a spot for the three of us, she takes the middle stool and orders a round of drinks from Reed. Instead of taking one of the stools, I stand at Taylor’s back. Harley sits on the stool to Taylor’s left.
“Hey.” She holds out her hand, her grin still in place. “I’m Harley.”
I take her hand. “Asa.”
She snorts. “Like I didn’t know already. Even if I didn’t listen to your music, I’d still know who you were.” She leans forward like she’s going to tell some big secret. “In case you didn’t know, my sister’s had a lady boner for you for years.”
Taylor turns on her stool to face Harley and pushes her back with a hand on her chest. “He knows,” she says through tight lips. “Which is a good thing, or I’d kick your ass for telling him.”
Harley snickers. “Just making sure you’re keeping it real.”
“Well, keep it real from over there and stay out of his space.”
Her possessiveness of me is hot as fuck. I throw my arm over her shoulder and press my chest against her side.
Reed drops off three shots of, what I assume is, whiskey.
“Put it on my tab, would you?” Taylor asks.
He nods, but before he can walk away, I call him back. “Hold up.” I pull out my wallet and toss him some money.
He takes it with an amused smile.
“You don’t pay for my drinks,” I tell Taylor.
“Sexy and a gentleman,” Harley comments.
Taylor looks like she wants to argue, but I see a hint of pleasure in her eyes. I didn’t pay for our drinks because I’m a gentleman. I’ve never allowed a woman to buy me a drink, or dinner for that matter, and I’m sure as shit not about to start now.
I toss her a wink and reach in front of her to grab my shot. Throwing it back, I drop the shot glass on the bar. She’s still watching me, her own shot paused at her lips.
“Oh, my God!” Harley shrieks. “I’ve just come up with the most excellent idea!”
Taylor and I both look at her.
“You should totally talk to Leo about playing at Whiskey’s while you’re here.” She claps her hands. “I mean, you don’t have your band mates with you, but I’m sure you can improvise.”
“Asa probably doesn’t want to play at such a small place as Whiskey’s,” Taylor says before I can open my mouth.
“Actually, I don’t mind at all,” I inform them both. “Grey Water started out in a small bar like this. It’d be nice to go back to its roots.”
“Really?” Taylor looks up at me, unable to hide her excitement.
I grin down at her. “Yep.”
I choke out a laugh as she grabs the front of my shirt and yanks me down. My laugh fades as soon as our lips meet, and a deep groan rumbles from my chest.
Her eyes flare and she licks her lips when I lift my head, like she’s relishing my taste on them.
“Penelope is soooo going to kill you.” Harley snickers beside us.
Without looking away from me, Taylor lifts her hand and flips her sister the bird.