Finally Us (Next Generation #5) - J.M. Walker Page 0,39
dinner at my parents’ place. Spend some time with my sister, Zach, and my nephew. Then finish the night off wrapped up in Gigi. But I knew that she had been planning the party for months, so I never said anything.
“Vince.”
I lifted the beer to my lips, finding Ashton and Aiden coming toward me. “Hey.” I took a sip, letting the carbonated liquid tickle my taste buds before swallowing. As much as I was thankful that I could finally have a drink legally, I didn’t really care about it at the same time. I wasn’t overly a drinker. My friends were. Hell, they drank enough for all of us.
“This is some party,” Ashton said, looking out at the vast room that held our friends and parents. “I’m surprised Gigi was able to rent this place.”
“She didn’t rent it,” Aiden corrected his brother. “She knows the owners and is helping them out, so they’re helping her out in return.”
“I wish I was friends with strippers,” Ashton mumbled.
“No, you don’t. You’d just fuck them and treat them like shit,” Aiden reminded him.
“I don’t treat any woman like shit.” Ashton shook his head. “It doesn’t matter.” He turned to me. “I just wanted to tell you that I got your stripper. She should be on her way soon.”
My back stiffened. “I can’t have a stripper.”
Ashton frowned. “Yeah, you can. It’s tradition. All of us had a stripper on our twenty-first birthdays.”
“All of you were single on your twenty-first birthday. I’m not having a stripper.” I went to walk away, hoping my words were final and left no room for argument when Ashton’s next words stopped me.
“Are you dating Gigi?”
I stopped, slowly turning toward him. “Why? You want to try and fuck her too, Ashton? I heard you got around but come on. You hit on my sister, caused shit for her and Zach, and then you fuck Meadow. Oh, and you even fucked Piper too. Are you just wanting to go through all the girls we know?”
I raised an eyebrow. “No? Why not? Something wrong with her?”
Aiden watched the exchange, a small smirk splaying on his face.
Ashton scowled. “Nothing is wrong with her, but I know that she could never belong to me. Not even for a second.”
“And why is that?” I asked, crossing my arms under my chest and staring him down. It didn’t matter that he was bigger than me. It didn’t matter that it revealed feelings I didn’t want to think about yet. It didn’t matter that I had known the twins my whole life. What did matter was the fact that Gigi belonged to me.
“Because.” Ashton’s jaw clenched. “She belongs to you, fucker.”
“Exactly.” I turned on my heel and walked away. I knew that little conversation wouldn’t stop Ashton and that he would still have the stripper for me, but it didn’t matter. There was no way I was letting another woman touch me. I had heard the stories after the guys had their own twenty-first birthdays and what went on behind closed doors. It wasn’t my thing and the only woman I wanted dancing for me, had suddenly disappeared. I hadn’t seen her most of the night and it didn’t sit well with me.
“Vince.”
I turned at the sound of my sister’s voice. “Hey, Luna.”
“You good?” she asked, coming toward me with her fiancé hot on her heels.
“Yeah, just looking for Gigi,” I told her.
“I haven’t seen her,” Zach confessed. “Have you?” he asked Luna.
“No.” Luna took a sip of her drink. “But I know she gets a little weird during these parties. She’s like Monica from Friends. Everything has to be perfect.”
I scratched my jaw. It made sense but it still didn’t mean I had to like it. “You’re probably right.” I wished I could see her even just for a second. I wanted to thank her for the party. I wanted to hold her, kiss her. I was damn near vibrating out of my skin with need for her. There were several private rooms at this club that I could drag her off to for a little party of our own. But I had a feeling that Gigi wouldn’t overly mind if I just slipped my hand between her legs while she carried on a conversation with someone else. I imagined my fingers lightly touching her hot flesh. Her breath would catch, her words would falter, and I would grin like the lovestruck fool that I was. My girl