“Yeah, well, don’t get used to it.”
She shrugged and moved beside me, looking out at the lapping waves. “I’m not invested in your wardrobe either way.”
Well, damn. “How’d you like your first wedding?”
“It was . . . nice. I mean I know Jana some, and Max seems like a decent guy, so I’m happy for them, but I just don’t get it.” Her nose wrinkled adorably. “Jana loved it though and that’s what matters.”
“Now, we party.”
She grinned mischievously, tapping her chin. “In that case, I think I’ll go get myself a drink.” She turned but I grabbed her hand.
“I’ll come with you.”
“You usually do,” she said with a husky laugh. I stood behind her as she pressed up against the bar. “I’ll have a dirty martini, chilled,” she smiled at the young bartender, arching her back so it brushed up against my cock.
“And a whiskey, neat.” I practically growled the words, grabbing Mandy’s hips to keep her still. “You’re playing with fire.”
She looked up at me over her shoulder, biting on that lush bottom lip. “What?”
I pressed my hips into her, drawing a gasp from her. “That.”
“Savior, there you are!” Fuck. Teddy’s voice cut through the thick haze of desire that surrounded us. “Come on and dance with Jana so we can cut the photographer loose.”
I took a step back, smiling softly at the little disappointed moan Mandy let out.
“Not to be a smartass, but isn’t it kind of hard to take photos of people when they’re moving?”
Teddy laughed and pulled me away from the bar toward the dance floor.
“You would think, but Aris said it could be done and Jana wants him to try. The good news is that while you and Mandy were dry humping at the bar, everyone else has already had their turn.”
I glared at her. “We weren’t dry humping.”
“Right. Because you’re friends and nothing more?”
I nodded.
“Good luck with that. While you dance with the bride, I’m going to go find my former friend and nothing more, who I will be marrying as soon as we decide on a date.”
“You’re a real pain. It’s a good thing you’re pretty.”
She rolled her eyes. “Tough, too, buster. I’m only letting you get away with that because Mandy might need your other parts later.”
I barked out a laugh. “You are nothing but trouble, Red.”
“And, baby,” she said with a groan as she rubbed her belly.
“All right, I’m going.” I didn’t get all the little wedding traditions but dancing with a pretty lady, even one that belonged to a fellow brother, was never a hardship.
Even if what I really wanted was to wrap my arms around another pretty lady, one with a short little pixie cut that made my hands itch to run through her soft, silky hair.
Chapter 13
Mandy
“I hope you don’t think this means a goddamn thing, little girl. You may be hot shit now but come talk to me in twenty years.”
Landry was on a roll, anger spitting from his pores over the less than stellar review he’d gotten while I was away.