I hold the burner phone up and slide it to them on the table. “My cell is busted, can one of you call Brooks for me?”
Porter reads the texts as he calls Brooks. It’s nothing great, but Brooks wants me reporting in, so I’m gonna do that. I need to earn his trust again.
“He said it’s nothing important, but he’ll be here soon anyway,” Porter says, handing me the phone back.
“You guys get anything?” I ask, tucking the phone in my pocket.
Porter shakes his head. “Nothing. You were right this guy doesn’t have much to look at.”
I take a deep breath and scrub my face. “You know I only did this shit to protect Gillian.”
They both look at me. Finn nods as Porter smiles. “We know, now stop fucking saying it,” Porter says, laughing.
“Let’s go have a shot,” I say, flipping them off.
The three of us walk out and I see Gillian. I stop walking just to stare at her. She’s sitting with Harper and Ivy. She’s got on a black sundress with her legs crossed. Her black hair is straight, making me want to wrap it around my fist. But what gets me the most. What stops me in my tracks is that she tosses her head back and that sweet laugh escapes. It brings me back to watching her that very first night at the bar. Only now, she’s in my club with my friends and she’s all fucking mine.
I walk over and grab her hair, pulling her head back slightly and press my lips to hers. My tongue sweeps against hers and I groan as I deepen the kiss. I bite down on her plump bottom lip and scrap my teeth against it. She’s breathless when I pull away and her eyes are full of want.
I grin as I lift her up, setting her back down on my lap as I sit. I nip her ear as I say, “I’m gonna make you come so many fucking times tonight.”
I hear her sharp intake of breath and I chuckle.
“Damn, Riley. Why don’t you just fuck her on the table,” Ivy says.
I raise my eyebrow and smirk. “You want a show? I’ll give you one right now,” I say, lifting Gillian up.
“No!” Ivy yells.
Harper, Gillian, and I laugh and it gets worse when Ivy rolls her eyes. Porter and Finn pull over chairs, dropping the shots off on the table. We all grab one and toss it back.
I slam my glass on the table and turn to Finn. “What’s up with your sex life?”
He shakes his head while everyone else laughs. “We’re not going to do this,” he says, crossing his arms.
“So, you are or aren’t getting any pussy?” I ask.
“I say he’s getting it and doesn’t wanna talk about it,” Harper says.
Porter checks his face and shakes his head. “Nah, he’s not. He needs to though.”
“Stop, why do you guys do this to him?” Ivy asks.
“It’s all in good fun, come on.” I look over at Finn. “Tell her.”
He shrugs as he sips his beer. “I don’t give a shit. Riley likes to talk about dick a lot lately. You wanna tell us something?”
“Oh, I assure you, he’s got nothing to tell you,” Gillian says.
“Oh fuck,” Porter says, laughing.
I rub my hands on her thigh, grinning. “What can I say? I keep my girl satisfied.”
Everyone laughs, but Gillian as I slide my hands under her dress. She adjusts on my lap and I chuckle. If she thinks this is bad, wait until I slip my fingers inside her.
“Anyone hear from Z or Kace? I’m fucking starving,” Harper says.
“No, but I’ll text Kace and see what’s up,” Ivy says.