down with Angela, Stephanie, and Jenna after work and caught up with her friends.
Tracy handed over two full shot glasses. Faye turned her back to Curley. Thirty seconds later, both girls knocked back their drink.
His lips quivered, trying not to laugh. The girls leaned against each other, whacking each other's back as they coughed.
Rick walked in front of Curley and then leaned against the back of the sofa beside him. "Are you watching them?"
"Yep." He moved his hand to straighten his necklaces and found them missing.
After visiting with Walker, he'd taken every necklace off, not needing reminded of each crime he'd committed. But once in a while, the habit of touching them showed up, reminding him of his past, anyway.
"Tracy hasn't drank since she got pregnant with the first kid," mumbled Rick over the music blaring.
Faye poured two more shots and handed one to Tracy. Curley realized the other ladies had noticed their activity, and the conversations around them had stopped.
"What the hell are they doing?" Rick shook his head. "They're going to be cooked."
"Yep." He had all the time in the world to watch how this played out.
For how hard Faye worked and how hard she cared and how hard she loved, she deserved to reach for her dreams. And, because she had an adorable way of telling him every thought that popped into her head, he already suspected what was on her mind for tonight.
Nobody could pay him to leave right now. He wanted to see how Faye was going to play this out.
"That's their third shot." Rick ran his hand down his face, pulling on his beard. "I've got a bad feeling."
Nothing was warning him that something could go wrong. The worst that could happen was Faye hovered over the toilet before she passed out in bed later. But before she reached that point, things were going to get interesting.
Faye's gaze rounded on him. He counted the seconds it took for her eyes to focus and see him. Three.
She raised her brows, and her eyelids half-blinked in that sexy way only she could do. His gut tightened, and he inhaled deeply.
"Ah, fuck," mumbled Rick beside him. "I'm taking Tracy home."
Curley backhanded Rick on the chest, stopping him. "Let the girls have their fun."
"Asshole." Rick stayed put.
Curley chuckled, having pulled his V.P. order to have some fun. Rick could fight him later if things turned south.
Faye turned her back to him. Curley's gaze dropped to her ass. Damn.
He'd never get tired of looking at her.
Tracy waved her arms in front of her, gaining Curley's attention. Rick's woman seemed to lecture Faye. Or, encouraging her.
Before he could figure out what was happening, Faye's ass wiggled, and the back of her shirt pulled up and out of her jeans, showing smooth skin and a curve of her hips above the waist of her pants.
His cock pulsed. Yeah, she got his attention.
Paco flipped over the back of the couch, coming to his feet beside Curley. "Brother, your old lady is stripping, and members are starting to notice."
He grunted. Old ladies were off-limits. He wasn't worried.
Faye's hands went behind her back, and she unlatched the black bra. Afraid to blink, he stared straight ahead, ready to rescue her if she chickened out.
He knew exactly what she was doing. No amount of talking would convince her that what she planned wasn't necessary. Every brother in the room knew Faye belonged to him.
But if she wanted to show the others her position in his life, show the others how much he loved her, he'd enjoy the show.
She turned around. Those beautiful breasts, full and perky, were his.
Faye stared at him. Yeah, she was feeling good. The tequila had done its job. His old lady was going to fulfill her fantasy.
She slowly walked forward. One sexy leg at a time, setting the weight of her breasts into motion. It took everything in him to keep his gaze on her eyes, lending the confidence for her to go through with what she'd planned.
Whistles filled the room, shutting out the music. Faye never heard them, or if she had, she ignored them. She trailed her hands over her hips and across her stomach. Sweet as a picture.
He adjusted his cock, running out of any spare room in his jeans.
She stopped in front of him. Her nipples brushed his vest, and her eyelids fluttered before she allowed herself to go with the feelings. She placed her hands on his chest, leaned closer, and kissed him.
He gave her his