and everyone else’s eyes on us. This is the most sexual we’ve been this entire trip and it’s fucking with me. At this point, I’m not even sure if what we’re doing is only for show. It sure doesn’t feel pretend right now.
Her ass is pressed against my dick. One hand is on her throat and the other is on her waist as we move to the music. The need to bend her over and fuck her is so overwhelming that I have to take a step back and get my head straight.
My eyes land on my brother standing at a distance with his arms crossed, watching us. My fucking heart drops at the realization that I’m all over his girl in front of him. He’s not supposed to be here. “Logan.” I clear my throat and release Natalie, feeling her tense the second she hears my brother’s name. “I thought you weren’t coming.”
Everything gets lost in the chaos of our friends jumping up to welcome him. I should be happy to see him. I’ve been trying to get him here for years, yet now that he’s finally here, I want the opposite. It’s my last night with Natalie, and him being here is going to make shit uncomfortable.
“I managed to get tomorrow off.” He grips my shoulder, before offering Natalie an awkward, platonic hug, making it seem as if they’ve only met a couple of times, but the way he looks at her—in a way that only I can see—seems anything but. “Thought I’d come visit with some old friends I’ve been missing and hang out with my brother and his girlfriend. Who knows when I’ll get to see you again.”
“Hell yeah, man.” Seth hands Logan the beer he just opened. “Glad your ass could make it. Even if only for a night. It’s good to see you.”
“Real good.” Jake glances my way, his expression a warning. “Glad you could join the party.”
Natalie’s discomfort shows as she grabs a beer and takes a sip. I don’t want the others to notice, so I wrap my arms around her from behind and whisper in her ear. “Nothing has changed. You’re still mine. Don’t forget that. My brother agreed to it. Remember that.”
Logan is talking to Riley, but his attention keeps landing on me and Natalie. He needs to get his shit together before he ruins everything we worked for on this trip. I know I’m probably a dick for doing this, but as a reminder that he needs to back the fuck off, I press my lips to Natalie’s neck, my eyes on him. Hopefully he’ll get the hint and stop staring.
He tenses but then turns away, just as I had hoped, his attention going to Alana, who seems to be staring at him awkwardly as she sips her drink. I’m sure the shit she put me through has her feeling uncomfortable, knowing that Logan took care of my ass. They haven’t seen each other since the year we split.
Since it’s the last night, we all settle down around the fire so we can reminisce on old times.
I keep Natalie close to me, my arms around her waist despite my brother flexing his jaw my way every chance he gets, telling me to back off. He’s the dickhead that decided to show up, knowing what the deal was. It’s not my fault he has to see me all comfy with his girl and shit now. If anything, I should be the one pissed.
“You okay?” I whisper against Natalie’s neck when I notice how tense she is against me. “He knew what he was getting into by agreeing to let me borrow you. He can’t get pissed now.”
“I’m just trying to figure out what he’s doing here,” she whispers back after a few seconds. “He agreed to me coming alone with you and pretending to be your girlfriend and then he just shows up unannounced? He chooses now of all the times he could’ve come, especially after telling me no the past two years. Seriously, it pisses me off. I could’ve been here as his girlfriend like I should’ve been all along, but he didn’t want that. Now that I’m your girl, he decides to show his face.”
I pull her tighter against me for comfort, because I can hear the frustration in her voice. He’s a dick for doing this and he knows it. “He probably just misses you,” I say, wanting to make Natalie feel better for my brother’s fuckups.