Page 19 of This for That (The Edge of Retaliation 1)
“Yeah.”
“Oh. My. Lord. Honey, if you don’t ride that all the way home, I will.”
I smother a snort with my hand, and shove into her with my shoulder. Tanner turns more toward us, and his eyes find me, locking onto mine and giving me a shiver that runs up my body. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt. Suddenly, I’m very much ready not to be a virgin, and more than ready to taste the man currently walking towards me and Joanne.
“Ladies,” he murmurs in that low, thick, husky voice as he stops in front of us. “Real glad you could make it.”
Good lord. Someone make him stop with the gorgeous.
“Joanne,” Joanne says, throwing her hand out.
Tanner takes it, curling his big fingers around her tiny little hand. “Tanner.”
“Even your name is hot,” she murmurs under her breath.
He grins. I nearly die.
“Come on over and have a drink. I’ll introduce you to my friends and co-owners of this place.”
Jo hooks her arm through mine and announces, “Lead the way!”
Tanner grins again, and then turns and we follow him back over to the bar where a group of men are standing.
I’d thought Tanner was the hottest man I’d ever laid my eyes on, that there could only possibly be one of him in existence. I’m wrong. There are six, to be exact. Six incredibly breathtaking men, men you wouldn’t believe were real unless you were standing right where I am, staring at them. I blink a few times, just to make sure I’m not seeing things.
I’m not.
Holy lord.
Jo’s sharp intake of breath is loud enough to stop their conversation.
“Tanner, you got some friends,” another tall, dark, and handsome man says.
The two are similar-looking, except this guy has slightly longer hair, curling at the ends in a way that looks incredibly sexy. His eyes are the lightest damn blue I’ve ever seen, and set amongst his olive skin, he looks like a freakin’ god of some sort. He’s got a beard, which is so damned sexy it makes you want to pounce all over him. Tattoos run up his arms, disappearing under the shirt that’s rolled up to his elbows, just like Tanner’s.
Hot.
“I do,” Tanner tells the man. “Ladies, this is my best friend and brother for life, Tatum.”
Sweet Jesus. He has a T name, too.
“Oh boy,” Jo whispers.
Tatum looks to her, and smiles a slow, sexy smile that honestly would drop the panties off any woman. “What’s your name, darlin’?”
Oh my god. Someone make him stop.
“Joanne,” she whispers, her voice clearly unable to make an appearance. She clears her throat, cheeks burning red, and man, she looks so pretty, it’s not a wonder Tatum is eyeing her off. “Nice to meet you.”
“Pleasure’s all mine, believe me.”
Then his eyes move to mine, and something kind of flashes through them. I don’t know what, to be exact. It’s a fleeting moment, and he smiles and says, “You must be Callie. Tanner told me about you.”
I nod, extending a hand. “Nice to meet you.”
His grip is firm, a little too firm. He shakes my hand and lets it go.
Tanner turns to the rest of the group, and introduces them one by one. It takes me a moment to process each and every one’s hotness. Seriously.
“This is Chad,” Tanner says, pointing to a gorgeous sandy-blond-haired man, with the most incredible steel-grey eyes I’ve ever seen. He’s also tall, huge, except he has clean skin. Not a drop of ink on him. At least that I can see.
“Hi . . .” I wave awkwardly.
“And Garrett,” Tanner goes on, pointing to the next man. He’s like your very own mountain man. He’s tall, muscled, and has the best beard I’ve ever seen. His hair is somewhere between light and medium brown. He has emerald-green eyes that you could honestly get lost in, they’re so piercing. He’s absolutely gorgeous, and he looks like he belongs in a cabin in the Rockies somewhere, chopping firewood.
Hot. So hot.
Jo and I both give him a wave.
“Then you’ve got Logan and Luka.”
I stare at the other two men. Logan is native American, and lord, he’s beautiful, in an exotic, mysterious way. Long dark hair disappears somewhere down his back—I have no idea how far. He has deeper, darker, brown eyes than Tanner, and the softest brown skin I’ve ever seen on a man. He’s absolutely gorgeous.
Luka is something else entirely, with the darkest red hair I’ve ever seen, so dark it almost looks like it could be brown in the wrong light, but at present you can see the flaming undertone of red in the thick locks. His eyes are the most gorgeous steely grey color.
All the man are tall, all the men are built like stone walls, and all of them are so gorgeous in their own way, it’s hard to say which one you’d pick if given the choice.
