Emily walked over and grabbed the carafe of coffee. “I don’t care if he looks less uptight now he’s with you. That guy scares me and I’m not pissing him off.”
Kat got up and grabbed plates. “And Vic looks hungry.”
That got us all moving as we laughed and went outside to join the men. It was Tyler and Crisis who hit it off, probably because they both wouldn’t shut up about themselves: Tyler and his ability to pick up women and Crisis with the way he stroked his guitar. We all knew he wasn’t talking about stroking a guitar.
We ate and laughed, and even Vic managed a half-ass smile—or maybe it was a twitch. “So we finally get to see Deck’s place. Been holding out on us, Deck,” Emily said.
“Yeah, man. Seriously, we could have some serious parties here.” Crisis said.
“We live on a farm,” Kite said. He was playing with his eyebrow piercing as he sat relaxed with his legs out in worn-out jeans and barefoot. He was head to toe tatted up—well, not his face, but he did have one crawling up the back of his neck into his hair. Kite was quiet and sexy as hell. Kind of the mysterious unknown because he rarely spoke and yet it wasn’t because he was shy. Actually, I had the impression Kite was more confident than any of the guys in the band.
“And I own a bar,” Matt added. “Sis, convince Logan to play at Avalanche again. For old times’ sake. He owes me.”
Kat laughed. “Yeah, well, you did punch him in our driveway once for dating Emily. Then attacked Ream in the parking lot of my doctor’s office. Not really a good way to get a band to come to your bar by beating up the band members.”
“Babe, he didn’t beat me up,” Ream protested, grabbing her around the waist and hauling her onto his lap. “If I recall, I kicked his ass.”
Matt scoffed and shoved his plate away then leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “You kicked shit all.”
“Shit all is right. Might want to beef up a bit, buddy. Next time, I might not be so kind.” Ream laughed.
Matt was tall, a runner, and had huge arms. Ream was quick, agile and when he wanted something, he was damn tenacious. “My beef is where it counts. And I know how to use it.”
Tyler barked out a laugh, joining Emily giggling and Logan rolling his eyes.
I slid my hand under the table onto Deck’s thigh and slowly stroked up until I came to his cock, already hard by the time I reached it. “You guys want to throw down your dicks on the table, I’ll be the judge.” By Deck’s grunt, I knew he didn’t like the idea of me looking at any cocks. Except his, of course.
“Georgie,” Deck whispered in a controlled husky tone, which sent my tingles to scatter like wildfire over my skin.
I continued rubbing him while I sipped my coffee and listened to Matt and Ream go back and forth about who could kick whose ass. Kat sat back against Ream’s chest and told her brother to give it up. Matt was just as stubborn as Kat, though, and he’d never back down from an argument.
“Babe,” Deck growled.
I felt him get harder and I bit my lower lip, silently laughing because I knew he was trying desperately to hold it together.
“Out,” Deck said.
“Huh?” Crisis said, putting his hands up. “Out? Like get out?”
I winked when Crisis looked at me, completely offended he was getting kicked out of anyone’s place. Crisis thought he was loved and wanted everywhere. And he was by most of the ladies.
Tyler and Vic were the only ones who got up right away and I suspect because they could read Deck so well. Emily and Kat looked at me, smiling, knowing exactly why they were being asked to leave. It seemed like the only one who took offense was Crisis.
“Why can’t you go fuck her then come back? We don’t mind.” Crisis got a slap in the head by Kite. “Georgie, I haven’t even taken a swim yet.”
“It’s a plunge pool. And we’ve been here two hours, time to fuck off,” Matt said then got up, kissing his sister on the cheek then Emily and me.
After a round of goodbyes, Deck and I were alone and I was cocooned in his arms, flat on my back on the coffee table. He was above me, looking down.
There were no lies between us. Just the raw truths that had brought us together.
“Going to fuck you now.”
I smiled. “Okay.”
“Wasn’t asking.”
Then he did more than fuck me, he made love to me.
Two Hours later.