“Jesus . . . Christ.” He drags his hand over his face. “Pike, what the hell are you doing? Please tell me you used two fingers in private.”
I grab the phone from Pike. “Oh, don’t worry, he didn’t use his fingers on me, he just suggested it. And let me tell you, I totally got turned on seeing his two fingers together. They’re long. Have you noticed? I could sit on them and be happy.”
“Pike . . . Pike, where the hell are you?”
“And you might be thinking, am I happy with just two fingers?”
“I wasn’t thinking that at all,” the brother says.
“And I’ll tell you this—yes, I am.” I blow out a heavy breath. “Do you like Fireball? It gets me in trouble, but don’t worry, I stashed away a bunch of pretzels in my clutch so we don’t get really drunk.”
“This isn’t really drunk?”
Pike leans in. “I would say we haven’t reached knackered yet, just toasted.”
“Pike, please, for the love of God, tell me what’s going on.”
Pike starts to speak but I push him away. “We’re just having fun. Good, old-fashioned Vegas fun.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of.” The brother sits up some more and speaks directly into the phone. “Pike, listen to me. It might be best if you head back to the hotel and just sleep this off. Don’t do anything stupid.”
“You know, he reminds me of Arlo,” I say to Pike. “So controlling. Like, what’s the big deal? Why can’t we have a little fun?”
“Because Pike has eyes watching over him with our pa in town,” the brother says. “Our pa is just waiting for a slipup on Pike’s end. Anything to hold against him, anything to pull the plug on everything we’ve worked towards.”
“Sounds a bit Succesion-y to me. Have you seen that show?” I ask.
Pike shakes his head. “Is it good?”
“Yes. One of the guys is named Kendall, though. Isn’t that weird? I’ve never met a guy Kendall. Have you?”
“Pike, can you please take the phone?”
“Gosh, you’re rude,” I say. “It might help you to loosen up a bit. Pike has everything under control. Trust me, he’s not going to do anything stupid. He’s with me. I don’t do stupid things.”
“I don’t even know you—”
“So, rest your weary head and go back to sleep, dear sir. Pike shall converse with you in the morning and give you all the details of his two-finger adventures.” I blow him a kiss. “Nighty night.” I hang up the phone and hand it back to Pike. “That was not Jax Teller.”
“Could’ve fooled me.”
I chuckle and turn toward him. I catch his eyes drift down my body before rising back up to my face. His burning gaze only makes the alcohol in my belly burn that much more. What I wouldn’t give to have this man’s hands all over me. His tongue tracing up and down my neck, his two fingers . . . working in and out of me.
Swallowing hard, I say, “Your brother is a bore.”
“He is.”
“He doesn’t trust me.”
“He doesn’t trust most people.”
“Doesn’t he know I’m a smart girl with a good head on her shoulders and enough posh in me to know when to put on a show of maturity?”
Pike shakes his head. “He thinks you’re a prostitute I picked up somewhere on the strip.”
“Prostitutes are people too.”
“He’s close-minded.”
I reach out and smooth my finger over his chest. “What about you? Are you close-minded?”
“Depends.”
“Well . . . you know, it is just us in this pod, and I’m incredibly horny right now . . .”
He greets me with a lopsided grin. “Horny, huh?”
“Yes,” I say, my voice laced with desperation. “All I want is for you to fuck me, but you’re dragging me around town.”
“It’s called seduction.”
“It’s called procrastination. Come on . . . do something thrilling with me. Your brother is such a martyr, a buzzkill, don’t you want to do something to spite him?”
“Are you talking about my brother, or your brother?”
“Both,” I say, moving closer to him so I’m sitting on his lap. “They think they know everything. Don’t you just want to . . . do something crazy?”
His teeth roll over his bottom lip as his hands fall to my ass.