A guy she didn’t want a relationship with, but missed. How did that even make sense?

Blah.

When Reese arrived at the Cowboy, she parked her car behind the building and rushed to get in. It was a chilly night and she had left her jacket, not wanting to cover up her dress. As she passed men, they looked at her appreciatively, some even hollered at her, but none caught her eye. Showing her ID, she entered the Cowboy and immediately saw her sister standing with Erik, Audrey, and Tate. She started for them but then halted in her tracks when Phillip walked up, laying down little cups of shots for the group.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Moving out of view, she watched as Phillip threw his shot back, smiling at the group before sucking the lime in his mouth. She closed her eyes, wishing she were that lime, before letting out a soft moan that she was sure no one heard since the music was so loud. God, he looked gorgeous. Tight blue jeans with a white, button-up shirt tucked into them, a blue sports coat, and a red tie hanging loosely from his neck. She needed to walk towards her friends, but she couldn’t move. She wasn’t sure she could go over there and act like Phillip hadn’t demolished her world, and she didn’t miss him.

“Hey beautiful.”

Reese looked over and met the dark eyes of a very tall and handsome man. Man, he was sexy, his body tone and his face gorgeous. Sharp angles, hair dusting his jaw, and his mouth was turned up in a flirty way.

He would do.

“Hey, listen I’ll buy your drinks the rest of the night if you act like we are together. That we’ve been sleeping together for a while.”

He was taken back, she could tell, but he smiled as he said, “Sure, no problem, but how about I buy your drinks and we talk about making what you just said a reality?”

Yeah, okay.

“Yeah, whatever, my name is Reese.”

“Dean.”

“Okay Dean, let’s go.”

Reese headed towards her sister, friends, and Phillip with Dean’s hand resting on the small of her back. He had huge hands, something she liked in her men, but she couldn’t enjoy them, not when the hands she wanted were feet away from her. Walking up to the table, she laid her clutch down and smiled at everyone.

“Hey everyone,” she said as she reached over and kissed Piper’s cheek. Erik smiled and so did Tate. Reese ignored the look Audrey gave her, because she knew it wasn’t a good once since Audrey did not like her, and somehow met Phillip’s gaze. The air rushed out of her, her heart pounded with the music in her chest, and her mouth went dry. There was sadness in his eyes, but he quickly covered it up and smiled, like they were old friends.

“Hey Reese,” he said slowly.

Her kitten shivered, and she swore she was going to attack him. Gripping the table, she said, “Hey. How are you? Where’s Claire tonight?”

“Good,” he said with a nod. “She’s studying; she kicked me out.”

Reese smiled as hard as she could. “That’s great. Guys, this is Dean.”

She brought him forward and everyone smiled, shaking his hand, except for Phillip. He turned, moving away to the bar, and she couldn’t take her eyes off him. He leaned against the bar, ordering another drink, as her eyes traveled down his toned legs and spectacular ass.

“What would you like to drink?” Dean whispered in her ear.

She shook her head, her eyes never leaving Phillip’s ass. “Nothing. I’m good.”

“Okay, I’ll be back.”

“Fine, thanks,” she said, her eyes traveling up Phillip’s back to the back of his neck, which he was currently rubbing as he drained the beer that was laid in front of him. She wanted to drink him up like he had that beer. Good God, he was beautiful.

“So, how do you know him?”

Reese tore her eyes off Phillip and looked back at her sister. Erik was watching her, a grin playing on his lips, and he shook his head.

“What?” she asked him.

“Nothing,” Erik said as Piper smacked him.

What was that about?

“What?” she asked again.

“Nothing, jeez Reese, where did you pick him up?”

“I don’t know, why?”

They both shook their heads, and Reese shrugged her shoulder. “Whatever. I can leave.”

“No, don’t. Gosh, why are you being such a brat tonight? What’s up?” Piper asked, her face scrunched up.

“You are all shaking your head, and he’s smiling and shit. It’s making me mad.”

Erik laughed, but Piper smacked him again. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her temple as she said, “He won’t smile at you ever again, okay? Let’s just have fun.”

Looking back at Phillip, she knew there was no way that was going to happen.

Chapter 15

GOD, SHE was hot.

As Phillip drained another beer, his c**k strained against his jeans, wanting out.

Wanting Reese.

He turned to lean against the bar, to watch her, only to find that she was watching him. She looked away quickly, leaning into the penis head she decided to bring with her. Looking at the dude made Phillip want to hit something, or someone, preferably him. He hated the dude. Loathed him. Despite the fact he had no clue who the guy was, he assumed that Reese had been f**king penis head while f**king him, and it made his blood boil.

Another thing that pissed him off more than how mad Shea got when he hit on Elli was the fact that no matter how mad he was, he still wanted her. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her. Her ass screamed his name. Her legs, beautiful, toned, and hot. He wanted to come up behind her, slide his hands down her thighs, and just hold her. The dress she wore was downright sinful. That was the only way he could explain it. It showed just enough to get the blood pumping, but it hid the parts that could make a man come completely undone. And then she wore f**king red lipstick. She had to know what that lipstick did to his equilibrium. That it knocked him to the floor. All he could think about was her mouth on his cock, red lipstick getting everywhere, and his hands tangled in her hair. Closing his eyes, his body shook.