Wright Rival (Wright)

Campbell hadn’t sent a car. He’d sent a fucking stretch limo.

The girls giggled together as the driver came around to open the back door. “After you,” he said.

It was a tight fit with eight of us in the back of the limo. Especially considering how tall I was. The girls scooted down further to give me more room, but no matter what happened, my entire left side was pressed firmly against Piper. She moved closer to Blaire again, but it was no use. There wasn’t enough space. And none of it was helping how turned on I was. I adjusted my jeans and cleared my throat.

Julian caught my eye and smirked. I had given him so much shit when he and Jennifer first started out. He was deeply pleased that he could do the same for me. And Piper and I…we weren’t anything like him and Jen. Piper had hardly even looked at me while we were drinking.

She wasn’t looking at me now either. She was talking to Blaire and Nora, but she kept shifting and adjusting, which meant the bare skin of her thigh kept rubbing against my leg. I closed my eyes and tipped my head back, trying to stop thinking about her. What the hell was my problem?

I liked sex, but I wasn’t normally this horny all the time. She’d lit a fire under me, and now, I couldn’t make it stop. I couldn’t keep from thinking about what she’d feel like. And it didn’t help in these close quarters.

She’d just done it again, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I urged her thigh down with the palm of my hand.

Her eyes jumped to mine. “What?” she gasped.

“Stop moving,” I said, low and husky.

She gulped at the heat in my voice. Her pupils dilated as I held her firmly against the black leather seat. Her eyes traveled to where my large hand covered her leg and back up to me. Something sparked between us. Like the first heat of a firework before it burst into the sky.

Then, Piper came back to herself and shoved my hand away. “Don’t touch me.”

I grinned at her. “Sure thing, babe.”

But she stopped moving around. In fact, she sat very still.

Blessedly, the drive to the venue wasn’t too long. The last thing I wanted was to get hard again in the back of the limo. There would have been no escape and no way to hide it. I wasn’t sure how obvious it was that I was horny.

When we rolled up in front of AT&T Stadium, we all piled back out of the limo. The driver gave Jordan his card to use for after the show when we were ready to come back. He pocketed the card and tipped the driver.

He nodded his head at the lot of us and said, “Shall we?”

I laughed. He was such a Wright. “Yeah. I have the tickets.”

We walked through a metal detector, and I scanned all eight of our tickets from my phone. We were directed to the Owners Club one floor below. We took the stairs down and showed our tickets to the people manning the door. Each of us got a green wristband that allowed us entrance to this room, and we entered into a different world.

I tried to keep my jaw from dropping, but it was difficult. The Owners Club was an enormous central meeting space that branched off to each of the individual boxes. It was filled with lush couches, hundreds of televisions to watch the concert from any angle, a fully stocked bar with premium liquor, and a manned buffet for whatever your heart desired. It was pure luxury.

And that was before we even got to our seats.

“Whoa,” Piper whispered next to me.

“I love it,” Blaire said. She glanced at Jennifer. “Think we can take a few pictures for the blog?”

“I’d be insulted if you didn’t want me to,” she said.

“Pipes, you coming?” Blaire asked.

“I’m going to check out our seats,” she said. “And then get some food. Is that prime rib?”

We watched a plate of succulent meat pass us. My stomach grumbled. I hadn’t even realized I was that hungry.

“I like her plan,” I said.

Piper looked at me and frowned. “On second thought, maybe I will come with you.”

Then, she disappeared with the rest of the girls.

Julian clapped me on the back. “Better luck next time, bro.”

“You’re a dick.”

Jordan furrowed a brow. “What am I missing?”

“Hollin has it bad for Piper.”

Jordan snorted. “No way. All you two do is argue. You’re constantly at each other’s throats.”

Julian arched an eyebrow. “Can you really talk? You and Annie argued every time you saw each other for three years.”

“That was different,” Jordan said smoothly. “We’d already hooked up. It was…” Julian crossed his arms and waited. Jordan huffed a breath. “Fine. It’s similar. But Annie liked me at least. Doesn’t Piper hate you?”