Page 26 of Heartless Devil
“We’re going to have our hands full tonight,” I tell Tyler, and his eyes follow mine to the dance floor.
“You’re going to have to let her off the leash at some point. Don’t you want to get laid?” he asks, leaning back against the black cushion of the booth.
“Of course, but I don’t want some slimy dude putting his hands on my sister,” I grit out, watching two guys make their way over to the girls.
“Come on. Let’s invite some chicks to the booth and let your sister have her fun. She’s a big girl,” he insists.
I sigh, pulling my attention from the dance floor and back to my friend. He’s right. I’ve got to loosen up.
I watch Tyler signal two blondes from the bar over to our table. “It’s our lucky night.” He smirks.
The girl that slides up next to me smiles, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, her eyes traveling my body.
“I’m Sasha,” she says, putting her well-manicured hand out in front of her to shake mine.
“Cole,” I reply, my eyes drifting across the table, watching Tyler whisper in her friend’s ear.
“You on vacation?” she asks, taking a sip from her drink.
“Yeah. We come here every year. What about you?” I drape my arm across the back of the booth, leaning in a little closer to her.
“We’re here for a friend's bachelorette party. We seem to have lost our friends.” She shrugs.
“That’s dangerous, you know?” I smirk, leaning down to whisper in her ear.
“It doesn’t seem so bad right now.” She giggles, running her hand up my thigh.
“Where are you staying tonight?” I ask her.
“Wherever you are,” she says boldly.
“Is that so?” I smirk, leaning back to take another drink.
Her hands continue to travel up my thigh, brushing against my dick.
“Seems like tonight might be your lucky night,” she says, her eyes hooded.
“Sorry to interrupt, but we’re heading out.” My sister’s voice pulls me from the dirty thoughts I was having about Sasha’s lips wrapped around my dick.
“I think not,” I say sternly. “Not to mention we’ve barely been here an hour.”
“Listen,Dad, we’re going back to the house and taking our friends with us. You’ll be home soon and then you can see for yourself that we’re fine.” She rolls her eyes, putting her hand on her hip.
I glance off to the side and see Charlie chatting it up with some douche wearing a pink shirt.
Is she serious?
“We’ll be home shortly,” I tell Cam, making sure she understands just what I’m saying.
“Got it.” She salutes me, grabbing her new friend’s hand and walking towards the exit.
I watch Charlie and her buddy lock hands and follow after them. My blood boils and I try to remind myself that I’m sitting in a booth with a smoking hot woman, and who the fuck cares what my eighteen-year-old sister and her friend are doing right now.
“Who was that?” Sasha asks, pulling me from my thoughts, her lip curled up in disgust.
“My sister and her best friend,” I snap.
“I see.” She removes her hand from my thigh to grab her drink from the table.