“Huh?” Vaughn asked, but Wren shook her head. “What are you talking about?”
“It’s none of your business. Just leave me alone.” She turned around and walked away, toward the bar.
“You guys, leave her alone,” Jensen said, watching her as she crossed the dance floor. “You’re being hard on her.”
“Why don’t you grow some balls and tell her you love her, then?” Wells asked, and Jensen rolled his eyes.
“Shut up, Wells. Live your life, I’ll live mine.”
“Whatever,” he said as an exhale.
“You like her?” Alex asked then, and Jensen shook his head.
“Stay in your lane, guy,” he snapped, and Vaughn’s eyes widened.
“Jenny, what the hell? Calm down.”
“Whatever,” Jensen said, leaning on his elbows. “I’m worried about her, and she just keeps shutting down on us.”
“Well, don’t take it out on the new guy,” Vaughn said, hooking his thumb toward Alex, who smiled a thanks. “We’ll figure it out. It’s okay.”
Wells rolled his eyes, watching her at the bar. “She’s probably going through menopause or something.”
“She’s only twenty-nine,” Jensen threw out and Vaughn shrugged.
“What was she talking about?” Vaughn asked, and Wells shook his head.
“Old man has our trust funds from Granddaddy. But since I’m gay and won’t stop being gay, as my father puts it, he is giving Wren all of the money if, by the time she’s thirty, she doesn’t have kids out of wedlock. It’s the dumbest thing in the world, but it is what it is. So she’s gonna get the money and split it with me.”
“Oh, I didn’t know about that,” he said, and Jensen shook his head.
“I didn’t either.”
“’Cause it doesn’t matter. I don’t need the money. I had forgotten about it and blocked it out when he said I had to stop being gay. As if that could happen,” he said with a laugh, and Vaughn nodded. “But apparently, she hasn’t forgotten about it. But I don’t believe her.”
“Neither do I,” Vaughn agreed.
“Why would she lie to us? So if she isn’t pregnant, something else is wrong,” Jensen added, but Vaughn still thought she was knocked up.
“I don’t know, she’s an asshole. Why don’t you go hook up with her? Maybe she hasn’t gotten any ass, and she’s angry about that.”
Brie laughed as Wells grinned back to her. “I don’t think brothers are supposed to pimp out their sisters.”
“When Wren is your sister, you pimp her out. She’s a brat.”
“And you’re a jackass,” Wren called back as she came to the table, a Coke in her hands. “I’m drinking now. So leave me alone.” She took a long pull of it and then set it on the table. But when Vaughn grabbed it, her eyes widened as they met his.
Bringing it to his nose, he knew there was no alcohol in it, but her eyes were pleading and he was torn. He didn’t know what to do, but one thing was for sure, she had some explaining to do. Setting the glass down, he slid it to her. “Making sure you aren’t lying.”
Brie smacked his arm. “Leave her be.”
Wrapping Brie up in his arms, he kissed her head. “Fine, I’ll mess with you.”
“Or you can dance with me.”
“Ew, no, gross,” he teased, and she laughed as she smacked him again before hugging him tightly. When the music changed, though, Brie let him go, throwing her hands up as the Ed Sheeran song, “Shape of You,” started to blare through the club. She loved it. Like play on repeat, change her ringtone, and belt it out whenever it was on, loved it. It was really annoying.
“This is my jam!” she yelled as she started to dance.
And by dance, she was doing that weird pelvic thing she was fond of. She even did it in the car. “Brie, please, stop.”
But she wasn’t listening. Laughing, Wells asked, “What is she doing?”
“Humping the air?” Jensen asked, his brows pulled together as Vaughn sputtered with laughter.
“Having a seizure?” Wren supplied, and that earned her a middle finger from Brie.
“I’ve got mad moves. Come on, baby, dance with me,” she said, pulling Vaughn to the floor as she moved to the music. Her chin nodded with the beat, but he couldn’t help it, he was laughing. She turned in a circle, shaking her ass like a fool with the brightest and silliest grin on her face. When she started to sing to him, urging him to come to her, all he could do was smile back. His hands itched to touch her, so he took her by the hips, bringing her in as they moved together, his mouth gliding along her jaw and neck. She smelled like heaven and felt right against him as they danced, the music taking them out of the world they were in and into another. While he didn’t think the song was all that, it did remind him of her. Completely. As his hands slid down from her hips to her thighs, she moved into him, awakening his cock to the point he was fully hard by the time the song ended.
Pulling away, she gazed up at him, her eyes wide and her face a bit pale before she held a finger up at him. He laughed. “You’re going to puke?”
She nodded and started off the floor as he shook his head. He’d known it was coming.
Heading off the floor, he moved toward his friends who were watching and probably talking about him.
But he didn’t care.
Reaching the table, Wells said, “Where’d she go?”
“She had to puke.”
That made everyone laugh, well, except for Alex. Vaughn was starting to wonder why the guy was still there. Holding his gaze, Wells leaned on the table, tapping Vaughn’s arm. “Marry that girl.”
“Stop.”
“No, she’s perfect for you.”
“Stop,” he said once more, shaking his head. “We’ve been together a week or so, if that.”
“But when you know, you know, dude. And you know.”
“I don’t know shit, except I like all of her, and she can’t dance for shit.”
“That’s the damn truth,” Wren laughed, but Jensen wasn’t laughing.
“You love her,” Jensen supplied and Vaughn glared. “You’re just scared to admit it.”
“It’s none of your business. Just leave me alone.” She turned around and walked away, toward the bar.
“You guys, leave her alone,” Jensen said, watching her as she crossed the dance floor. “You’re being hard on her.”
“Why don’t you grow some balls and tell her you love her, then?” Wells asked, and Jensen rolled his eyes.
“Shut up, Wells. Live your life, I’ll live mine.”
“Whatever,” he said as an exhale.
“You like her?” Alex asked then, and Jensen shook his head.
“Stay in your lane, guy,” he snapped, and Vaughn’s eyes widened.
“Jenny, what the hell? Calm down.”
“Whatever,” Jensen said, leaning on his elbows. “I’m worried about her, and she just keeps shutting down on us.”
“Well, don’t take it out on the new guy,” Vaughn said, hooking his thumb toward Alex, who smiled a thanks. “We’ll figure it out. It’s okay.”
Wells rolled his eyes, watching her at the bar. “She’s probably going through menopause or something.”
“She’s only twenty-nine,” Jensen threw out and Vaughn shrugged.
“What was she talking about?” Vaughn asked, and Wells shook his head.
“Old man has our trust funds from Granddaddy. But since I’m gay and won’t stop being gay, as my father puts it, he is giving Wren all of the money if, by the time she’s thirty, she doesn’t have kids out of wedlock. It’s the dumbest thing in the world, but it is what it is. So she’s gonna get the money and split it with me.”
“Oh, I didn’t know about that,” he said, and Jensen shook his head.
“I didn’t either.”
“’Cause it doesn’t matter. I don’t need the money. I had forgotten about it and blocked it out when he said I had to stop being gay. As if that could happen,” he said with a laugh, and Vaughn nodded. “But apparently, she hasn’t forgotten about it. But I don’t believe her.”
“Neither do I,” Vaughn agreed.
“Why would she lie to us? So if she isn’t pregnant, something else is wrong,” Jensen added, but Vaughn still thought she was knocked up.
“I don’t know, she’s an asshole. Why don’t you go hook up with her? Maybe she hasn’t gotten any ass, and she’s angry about that.”
Brie laughed as Wells grinned back to her. “I don’t think brothers are supposed to pimp out their sisters.”
“When Wren is your sister, you pimp her out. She’s a brat.”
“And you’re a jackass,” Wren called back as she came to the table, a Coke in her hands. “I’m drinking now. So leave me alone.” She took a long pull of it and then set it on the table. But when Vaughn grabbed it, her eyes widened as they met his.
Bringing it to his nose, he knew there was no alcohol in it, but her eyes were pleading and he was torn. He didn’t know what to do, but one thing was for sure, she had some explaining to do. Setting the glass down, he slid it to her. “Making sure you aren’t lying.”
Brie smacked his arm. “Leave her be.”
Wrapping Brie up in his arms, he kissed her head. “Fine, I’ll mess with you.”
“Or you can dance with me.”
“Ew, no, gross,” he teased, and she laughed as she smacked him again before hugging him tightly. When the music changed, though, Brie let him go, throwing her hands up as the Ed Sheeran song, “Shape of You,” started to blare through the club. She loved it. Like play on repeat, change her ringtone, and belt it out whenever it was on, loved it. It was really annoying.
“This is my jam!” she yelled as she started to dance.
And by dance, she was doing that weird pelvic thing she was fond of. She even did it in the car. “Brie, please, stop.”
But she wasn’t listening. Laughing, Wells asked, “What is she doing?”
“Humping the air?” Jensen asked, his brows pulled together as Vaughn sputtered with laughter.
“Having a seizure?” Wren supplied, and that earned her a middle finger from Brie.
“I’ve got mad moves. Come on, baby, dance with me,” she said, pulling Vaughn to the floor as she moved to the music. Her chin nodded with the beat, but he couldn’t help it, he was laughing. She turned in a circle, shaking her ass like a fool with the brightest and silliest grin on her face. When she started to sing to him, urging him to come to her, all he could do was smile back. His hands itched to touch her, so he took her by the hips, bringing her in as they moved together, his mouth gliding along her jaw and neck. She smelled like heaven and felt right against him as they danced, the music taking them out of the world they were in and into another. While he didn’t think the song was all that, it did remind him of her. Completely. As his hands slid down from her hips to her thighs, she moved into him, awakening his cock to the point he was fully hard by the time the song ended.
Pulling away, she gazed up at him, her eyes wide and her face a bit pale before she held a finger up at him. He laughed. “You’re going to puke?”
She nodded and started off the floor as he shook his head. He’d known it was coming.
Heading off the floor, he moved toward his friends who were watching and probably talking about him.
But he didn’t care.
Reaching the table, Wells said, “Where’d she go?”
“She had to puke.”
That made everyone laugh, well, except for Alex. Vaughn was starting to wonder why the guy was still there. Holding his gaze, Wells leaned on the table, tapping Vaughn’s arm. “Marry that girl.”
“Stop.”
“No, she’s perfect for you.”
“Stop,” he said once more, shaking his head. “We’ve been together a week or so, if that.”
“But when you know, you know, dude. And you know.”
“I don’t know shit, except I like all of her, and she can’t dance for shit.”
“That’s the damn truth,” Wren laughed, but Jensen wasn’t laughing.
“You love her,” Jensen supplied and Vaughn glared. “You’re just scared to admit it.”
