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. I m not tipsy, I tell her as she stands and adjusts her tight jeans. And I m not sober, babe. She grabs my hand, hauling me off in Wyatt s general direction.Asshe passes Nate and Cal, and the women they re mingling with, she skims her hand across the crotchof Cal s jeans.He stiffens and screws up the R at the beginning of his last name on the breasts in frontof his face.Wyatt s eyes drink me in long before I step into his bubble. Bluebird. His hands touch the firstthing he can grab, my forearm, and he brings me to his side.This is such an intimate gesture that mylips part slightly.Completely hypertensive to my every move, his head bends a little. You re fuckingme up again, he says softly so only I can hear him.Right.And he s not doing the same thing to me? He has that delicious smell right now of cologneand sweat, and I dart my tongue across my lips.Before I can make a fool of myself, I glance awayfrom him to the drummer. You re sound is incredible. I feel Wyatt s mouth against my ear.I feel his labret slide up against one of my earrings as he opens his mouth to say something.And I go perfectly still because I know he s about to say somethingthat will result in him owning my panties by the end of the night.Then he pulls away, grinning suggestively.As he introduces me to the drummer, I realized he sthinking of a hundred creative ways to fuck me in this bar.And it sends a thrill of pleasure throughme. You ve already met Terra, but this mother fucker is Ben Dillinger.Ben, this is Kylie and Heidi. Ben, who s short but muscular with a shaved head, lifts his chin a little, acknowledging us. Goodto meet you, he says to Heidi.She takes his outstretched hand and gushes over how much she lovedthe set before she excuses herself.As she struts away, her mission to find Cal obvious, Ben turns tome. Been wanting to meet you since this shithead met up with us in Albuquerque last year. This catches me off guard, and I m unable to keep a frown from making a momentary appearance.When had Wyatt gone to Albuquerque? Why had Wyatt gone to Albuquerque, for that matter? I dartmy eyes up to him for a moment, but he s focused on something else.Typical dick move, Wyatt.Because I can feel Terra s enormous green eyes burning into me, I steer the subject in a slightlydifferent direction. You re playing there in two nights, right? Ben bobs his head.A tiny, pierced woman with a shock of platinum and jet black slips betweenus, murmuring, Excuse me. She slides a shot glass into Ben s hand.As he downs the amber-coloredliquid, he gives her one of those looks that make me melt.One of those looks that s not only full ofdesire, but also that chaos-free kind of love that I crave. Thanks, babe, he murmurs.She grins and wipes her hands down the front of her ripped jeans before holding it to me. I mIvy, Ben s girl. When I introduce myself she nods, and I can t help but like her because instead ofmentioning my connection with Lucas, she says, You play pool? I have played. Which, I have.Just not well.She inclines her black and blonde head to the opposite corner of the bar, where a tall womandragging on a cigarette ducks into a dimly lit room. Play with me? She jerks her thumb from Ben toWyatt. You and me against them. She always loses, Wyatt tells her, biting the corner of his lip when I glare up at him. But fuckyeah, you re on.You in, Ky? I glance around the bar in search of my best friend, but she s nowhere to be found and neither isCal, so I lift my shoulders. Guess I am. I quickly learn that Ivy s a bit of a pool shark and a whole lot competitive.She easily makes upfor everything that I lack in the game, which is unfortunately a lot.She sinks billiard ball after ballinto the table pockets, rubbing our winning streak in Wyatt and Ben s face each time and pumping herfist to the raunchy anthem about getting drunk and waking up naked that blasts from outside the poolroom.I m ecstatic when I manage to knock one, the orange 3, into the hole. You going to Albuquerque with them? I ask her between games.Wyatt has disappeared to gethimself a drink, and Ben is talking to some of the band s fans, the three women who had stalked Caland his cousin for signatures a little earlier.Ivy downs her Jager Bomb and shudders from the aftereffect.She rubs her hand back and forthover her mouth, bothering the hoop at the end of her nose, before shaking her head negatively. No, Ilive in Katy, a half an hour from here, so I can t go. She stares longingly at the empty shot glass andsighs. Plus, I ve got work in the morning.Guess I should ve thought about work before I dove intothe Red Bull, huh? Nah.I mean, just drink a few more and you should be good. I lean against the pool table, slidingmy bottom up to the edge.Cocking my head to the side, I take in the women crowded around herboyfriend. How long have y all been together? Four long ass years. She glances over at Ben who s signing right above one of the girl s lowerback tattoos. Wonder if she realizes how long it takes to get the Sharpie prints off. If watching otherwomen fawn all over Ben fazes Ivy, she doesn t show it
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