Page 35 of Fearless
Reid shakes his head, pushes his chair back, and stalks into the kitchen.
I expect him to go to the fridge for fresh beers, but instead, he opens a cabinet and pulls out a bottle of tequila.
“Is that a good idea?” I ask curiously.
“We’re celebrating,” he says, grabbing four shot glasses and bringing them over.
“What? Not dying?” I ask.
“Yeah, something like that.”
He pours four shots, as Alana walks back into the room.
“Nice try, Harris, but I can assure you getting me wasted isn’t going to make anything better.”
Reid doesn’t say anything as he lifts one of the drinks and passes it to her.
“To outdoing our fathers.”
“Bit early for that toast, isn’t it?” she asks. “We may have got away, but we’ve got a long way to go yet.”
Reid’s jaw ticks. “I’m confident,” he states before throwing his own shot back.
JD follows, wincing as the tequila hits the back of his throat before Alana does the same.
“Fuck,” she hisses, her eyes widening. “Can’t remember the last time I did shots.”
“I can,” I announce, remembering a summer night not so long ago.
Alana’s eyes light up as she remembers.
It had been a perfect summer day. She’d spent most of it sunbathing in a temptingly small swimsuit, driving me to the brink of insanity.
As the sun started to set, I fired up the grill and she decided we should do shots.
Pretty sure she was just trying to get me drunk so she could have her way with me.
If I’d have just caved…
Placing her empty glass back on the table, she stalks closer, watching me from beneath her lashes.
“Dove?” JD warns, clearly sensing like I am that she’s about to start something.
“Do you have any idea what I was hoping for that night?” she asks me, following my line of thought.
“Yeah, Doll. I did. You never made a secret of what you wanted.”
“You’re a fucking moron, bro,” JD points out.
I shrug one shoulder as I push my chair back and happily allow Alana to step between my spread thighs.
The second she’s in touching distance, I curl my hands around her legs and slide upward until I squeeze her ass.
“Oh yeah?” I muse. “Not feeling too moronic right now.”
Tilting my jaw up, I silently demand for her to kiss me.
She complies immediately, and my lips part the second her tongue sneaks out.