Page 19 of Meant for You

Talking about that stuff with her. I didn’t know if I could do it. But if I didn’t, I could lose her for good. I still wasn’t exactly sure what she wanted from me. She didn’t seem sure herself. Did she want me to sit down and draw her a fucking diagram? Bullet points on how to suck cock? Or hand her mine and tell her to have at it?

My balls drew up tight.

A crash came from behind the bar, and I glanced up.

Bull stood there frowning, looking out onto the floor. I followed his line of sight. Quinn was working…and dancing, which seemed to distract my big cousin from what he was doing. But then, when Quinn was in a room, Bull only had eyes for her. Made things difficult for him and entertaining for the rest of us.

I took another sip of my beer. Jesus, why the hell was I even here?

Riff downed his own beer beside me and ordered another. He’d decided to hang in Rocktown a few more days, which was fine by me. But as much as I liked the guy, I’d rather have been with Everly.

I needed to sit down with her and discuss what she actually wanted, didn’t I?

And if she decides she wants hands-on lessons?

Nah, there was no way that’s what she wanted.

When I’d texted her earlier—because, yeah, there was a lot we needed to talk about, and I was fucking desperate to talk about it—she’d said she was busy. Now all I could think of was with who? Where the hell was she? And when could I see her again?

I lifted my beer to my lips right as Riff elbowed me in the ribs.

I scowled at the guy, and he smirked. “What?”

He tilted his head to the door. “It’s our lucky night, brother.”

I turned to see what he was looking at and nearly swallowed my fucking tongue. Everly was standing at the door with her friend, the brunette Riff wouldn’t shut up about. And my girl looked—fuck—she looked hot as hell. I straightened. Shit, I wanted to tear off my shirt and tug it over her head.

Everly and her friend were smiling, laughing, and bouncing to the music as they scoped the bar out. The bouncing made my blood pressure spike.

“Fuck me,” Riff muttered beside me, and I spun toward him, ready to knock the fucker out if he was looking at Eves, but his eyes were on her very curvy friend and her very short skirt.

That’s when Everly spotted me and her smile fucking lit up the room. She grabbed her friend’s hand and headed for us.

Riff tapped my arm, eyes widening comically when I turned to him.

“What?”

“Bro, quick, do these jeans make my dick look big?” Riff said, expression serious.

Jesus.

“What? I want to make a good impression.”

“Then pretend you’re normal.”

He chuckled. It was dark and dirty as fuck. Christ.

I watched Everly approach. She was wearing a tiny green skirt and a white tank, and they clung to her from chest to ass, hugging her insane curves. Her auburn hair was down and wild, and she had on makeup, her lips glossy and full. Shit, inviting.

I wanted to blind everyone in the room.

“Hey,” she said when she stopped in front of us. “I didn’t know you’d be here tonight.”

I reached out and took a strand of her hair between my fingers. “Didn’t know you’d be here either.” There was more growl in my voice than I’d intended.

“I thought I should give you some time, after what I asked you,” she said, pink coloring her cheeks.

“You gonna introduce us or what?” Riff said, his neon green eyes sliding from Eves to her friend and locking on.