Deal Makers (Dealing with Love 3)

“And what exactly are you offering?”

My dick jerks when she wraps her fist around my tie, pulling me down. Our lips are mere inches from each other.

Don’t do it, man. It’s not worth the consequences, my brain says.

Shut the fuck up, my dick replies. Do you feel the tits pressed against our chest?

“This,” Charlee says, right before she attacks my mouth.

Fuuuuuuck me.

Her lips are just as soft as they look, and whatever shiny shit is on them tastes like cotton candy. She bites down on my lower lip, before sliding her tongue into my mouth. I know it’s wrong, and that I’ll probably regret this, but I can’t find the will to stop. Instead, I wrap my arms around her, pulling her into me so she can feel how fucking hard I am. She moans into my mouth and rubs her torso against my dick through my pants. She uses the brick wall that I have her pressed against for leverage to climb my body. Right before my wandering hands get up close and personal with her amazing tits, we’re interrupted.

“What in the actual fuck?”

I jump away from Charlee the second I hear Brody’s voice, but it’s too late. There’s not a chance in hell he didn’t just witness me dry-humping his sister against a wall.

He advances upon me and shoves me in the chest. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, dickhead?”

“Brody, don’t,” Rainey pleads, tugging on his arm.

“I’m sorry, man. I just...wasn’t thinking for a minute. I mean, have you seen your sister?” I hold my hands up in surrender when his glare turns murderous. “It won’t happen again.”

Brody turns his ire on his sister. “And you! What the fuck, Charlotte? Did we not just talk about this?”

“Oh fuck you, Brody!” Charlee shouts back. “You’re not the boss of me or Drew. If we want to make out, we can make out. Or whatever else for that matter.”

Brody’s scowl returns to me again. I shake my head, r

efuting Charlee’s statement. “It won’t happen again, man. I swear. It was a bad idea. A really bad idea.”

Great, now Charlee’s glaring at me. “I can’t believe you two. Fuck this, I’m out.” She shoulder checks me as she storms past us.

Brody’s still fuming, his nostrils flaring. He’s a big dude, but not as big as me. I could easily take him in a fight, but I’m not going to. If he wanted to punch me, I’d fucking deserve it. That’s also part of Bro Code—you’d be amazed at how landing a good punch can resolve any argument between dudes.

“Brody, c’mon, let’s go back to the party,” Rainey begs, trying to defuse the situation. “Riley and Devyn are probably wondering where we’re at.”

Brody points a stern finger at me. “Not cool, Drew. Don’t think for a fucking second that I’m okay with this.”

I nod in acquiescence. “Got it.” Turning my attention to Rainey I add, “I need a minute. Will you please let Dev know that I’ll be there in a bit?”

She nods. “Don’t worry about it. Take as much time as you need.”

I take deep breaths as I ponder her statement. I have a feeling that no matter how much time passes, Charlee’s allure won’t fade. There’s just something about her—an energy that crackles between us that compels me to want more than I can have. I just have to keep reminding myself that nothing can happen.

Bro Code. Bro Code. Bro Code.

CHAPTER FIVE

Viva Las Vegas!

DREW

“Attention, passengers, now boarding rows five through twenty for Alaska flight 1436 from Seattle to Las Vegas.”

“That’s us,” Devyn says excitedly.

Her fiancé, Riley, takes her carry-on bag from her as we get in the back of the line. “C’mon baby, let the kid-free weekend begin.”