“Still debating.”
I laugh as I follow his gaze. I see a woman standing alone with honey-blonde hair pulled up high in a ponytail. I follow the line of her neck down her body. She has a decent rack, not huge, but I can tell they are perky and the perfect handful. Her hips flare out slightly, making her ass look full and round in the ripped jeans she is wearing. I look back up at her face and watch a huge smile take over as she laughs at something the bartender said.
“Don’t drool over there, Carson.”
I shove his shoulder as I pick up the shot he ordered. “I don’t drool over women.”
“Sure, bro.”
“I was picturing how I would fuck her.”
He raises a brow at me skeptically. “Pray tell.”
I run my fingers over my lip as I look back at her. Fist clenching when I see some tool flirting with her. I turn back to my brother. “See how she is talking to that guy? He isn’t doing it for her. She wants someone to rile her up. Push her limits.”
“How can you be sure?”
“She looks bored. But me, I would tempt her, tease her. Until she is begging. I would bend her over the side of the couch, pin her arms behind her back. Kick her feet out as I slide my fingers over her jean-clad pussy. She would pretend she didn’t want me but her hips would grind against my fingers. Her body begging me to take her despite her claiming she doesn’t want it.”
Mason laughs at me. “Dude, you really need to get laid.”
“My hand and I have made it this long.”
He slams his beer glass on the bar. “And your dick is tired of your hand.”
I shake my head. “Despite your efforts for me to sleep with someone tonight. It’s not gonna happen.”
“Whatever you say, man. I need to piss.”
I watch as he walks away, my eyes going back to look for the blonde at the bar but she seems to have wandered away. I grab my phone and scroll through work emails. Hoping it clears up the brain fog of one too many drinks. I should go into the office tomorrow. It’s Saturday, but at least a half day of work should get me caught up on a few things, not to mention my meeting with the DA. I’m in the middle of flagging important emails when Mason comes back with a stupid grin on his face.
“What is up with you?”
He shrugs.
I toss my phone on the bar and lean back in my chair, folding my arms over my chest when I see the blonde walk over to us.
“Your brother said you wanted to buy me a drink.”
I scoff. “Did he now?”
She nods. “Said you wanted to tell me something.”
I shoot a glare at Mason who is sitting smugly in his chair.
“Trust me, sweetheart, you don’t want to hear what I have to say.”
She leans her elbow on the bar, facing me. “Oh really. Is it because you are like every other man in here? Trying to flirt with me, buy me drinks, in hopes I take my pants off for you.”
I run my finger over my chin as I blatantly take her in. My eyes slowly roaming up and down her body. “Sweetheart. I don’t have to hope.”
She raises her brows at me. “Awfully confident there.”
“I don’t need confidence. It’s just a fact.”
Mason snorts next to me, and I watch her eyes shoot toward him. “He’s full of shit, isn’t he?”
“I’m waving a white flag right now.”