of a Mrs. Robinson situation?”
“I don’t kiss and tell, Brooke. That wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me.”
I cocked my head to the side and looked at him. “Good to know.”
His smile widened, but his eyes didn’t stay on mine for long. Instead, he looked to the bar before looking back at me.
“So what’s the deal with you and Liam?” He looked uncomfortable as the words passed his lips.
“There is no deal.” I shrugged my shoulders as we continued to dance.
“You sure?” He looked like he didn’t believe me.
“I’m absolutely positive.” Why the hell were we still talking about Liam. I was trying to get laid here and Liam was a buzzkill.
“Does Liam know that?” He nodded his head toward the bar, and I looked over my shoulder to follow his gaze. “Because it looks like one of my best friends is currently planning my death while we dance.”
He was right. Liam was staring daggers at the two of us, and I wasn’t sure if he realized it or not, but he was doing absolutely nothing to hide it.
“I don’t know what his problem is, but I can assure you that it has absolutely nothing to do with me.” I turned back to Ryan and tried to avoid the fact that I could still feel Liam’s eyes on me.
Ryan lifted his fingers and tucked a stray piece of hair off my face. “I’d be willing to bet my left nut that it does.”
“Only your left?” I moved my body closer to his and ran my fingers through the hair that hung in his forehead. It fell perfectly right back into place.
“Well, I’m pretty attached to both, but I need to at least reserve one for baby making. Could you imagine a world where there wasn’t more of this running around?” He motioned to his face, and I had to bite my lip to stop myself from laughing.
“It would be tragic.”
“Exactly, and I’m pretty sure Liam’s planning to detach both from my body, so.” He quickly looked to his left just as Liam stepped up to us. “Hey, bud.”
Liam nodded his head in Ryan’s direction but didn’t return his easy banter. “Can I cut in?” He was staring straight at me.
Ryan started to pull away from me, but I latched on tighter.
“Ryan was actually just telling me his plans for making babies, and I have to tell you, it’s a fascinating story.”
“That’s not exactly true,” Ryan started to interrupt me, but I kept talking.
“I’d really like to learn more about it. Raincheck?”
Ryan turned his head away from me and Liam, and I didn’t miss the way his body shook with silent laughter. Liam definitely wasn’t laughing though. He was just standing there like an asshole staring me down like I was somehow ruining his night.
“Ryan?” Liam said his name through clenched teeth.
“Yeah?”
“I’d suggest you find someone else to make babies with tonight ‘cause this isn’t fucking happening.”
“Who the hell do you think you are?” I narrowed my eyes at him and gripped the back of Ryan’s shirt in my fists.
“I asked you to dance.” He completely ignored my question and that just served to piss me off more.
“And I said fuck off.”
Ryan looked like he wanted to be anywhere but there in the middle of the two of us, but I wasn’t about to let him go.
“Brooke.” Liam growled my name, but I didn’t care. He could take the scowl on his face and his clenched fists and shove them right up his ass. I showed a little interest in someone else and all of the sudden he gave a shit. I didn’t think so.
“Liam, is there something you need?” I turned to face him more, but I left my hands on Ryan. “Your friend,” I made sure to enunciate the word as I pointed to myself, “is busy flirting with your other friend,” I pointed to Ryan, “with the hope of getting laid at this wedding.”
“Shit.” Ryan said the word under his breath with a soft chuckle.
He stared at me, long and hard, and there was something about his anger toward me that was a bigger aphrodisiac than a wedding could ever dream of being. I rubbed my thighs together to ease the ache that had begun to build there and Liam noticed.
He reached out, wrapping his hand around my upper arm, practically engulfing it, as he leaned toward me. Ryan was still standing in front of me, but Liam didn’t care.
His mouth was next to my ear and his words