accept it because Ali in my mind was too young for me. It couldn’t have been love. I was wrong and I spent too damn long hard up for a woman twelve years younger than me. The day I finally got her under me I knew I’d never let her go.
Elias tucks his hands behind his head and relaxes back. “Well, while you love birds are getting married and producing mini-mes, I’m gonna sit here and enjoy the view.”
We laugh until his smile turns sour, his eyebrows draw in and he mutters under his breath, “Or maybe not.”
Our heads follow Eli’s eyes. My eyes bulge. Mason curses and Trey chokes on his drink until he slams it down on the table when Ali, Lindsey, and Cassidy sashay to our table.
“Oh fuck, no,” Trey says, standing from his seat as he glares at a scantily clad Cassidy. He points to where the girls came in from. “Turn your ass around and go put on some clothes.”
“Bite me, Trey,” she hisses.
He grins. “With pleasure, sweetheart.”
Yeah, she walked into that one.
Mason murmurs from beside me as we all watch the showdown. “He’s got no idea has he?”
I take another pull of my beer. “Not a fucking clue.”
The chair scrapes the floor as I stand and push it back. Mason follows suit and we greet our women.
“Hey, gorgeous.” I kiss Ali on the lips and she leans into it, deepening the kiss. I slide a hand down her to her ass and bunch the back of her dress in my hands. My back stiffens as I realize she’s not wearing any panties. I groan. What I wouldn’t do to rip the fucking dress off her right now and take her in front of the whole bar.
She breaks our kiss and stares up at me, desire swirling behind those blue eyes of hers. “Hey.”
My cock presses painfully against my pants, and as everyone at our table starts taking shots and dancing, I’m reminded why we’re here and how long it’s going to be before I can be balls deep in my woman. My eyes flicker around the bar, no one’s taking any notice of us, so I let go of Ali’s dress and bring a hand to her neck. I finger down her bare chest until I get to the material of her dress and graze my hand over one side, teasing her nipple. I dip my lips to her neck and nip her lightly while palming her breast. She lets out a small moan only I can hear and I slide my mouth to her ear. “That’s for teasing me with no panties and making me sit through the next few hours rock fucking hard.”
She gasps and when I pull away she holds me still. “Then I guess I shouldn’t tell you how wet I already am?”
She grins and sits down at the table like she didn’t just fill my head with enough mental images to drive me wild.
The next few hours pass surprisingly fast with drinks flowing, music blaring and good conversation. Except for when Ali slides a hand up my leg and tries to taunt me under the table, the little sexual deviant. Pregnancy hormones—some days they scare the shit out of me and other times, like tonight, they’re fucking awesome. My phone vibrates in my pocket and when I pull it out, I frown at the caller ID. I excuse myself from the table but my eyes boring holes into my phone mustn’t get past Mason because he follows me out.
I put the phone to my ear. “Hello.”
My father’s deep voice resonates worry through my system. “Roam. Cole with you?”
I glance at Mason. “Yeah, he is. I’ll put you on speaker.”
I click the loudspeaker option and put the phone out for Mason and I to hear. “What is it?”
“We got a new lead on Marino. We’re going to check it out now. If he’s there, we’ll bring him back and tie the fucker up until you get back from Vegas. Just wanted to let you know. If he ain’t there I’ll call back.”
Mason hammers out a million questions, fast and sharp, diving straight into cop mode and I can’t say I blame him. It’s been radio silence on the Marino front for a while now.
“Cole. Calm the fuck down. It’s your last hours of freedom before you’re tied to a bitch forever. We’ve got it covered back here.”
Mason narrows his eyes at my phone and as he goes to reply, I