Holidays with the Walker Brothers (Alluring Indulgence #4)(35)
Author: Nicole Edwards

Sawyer was tempted to fucking drink himself stupid.

Only that wouldn’t do a damn bit of good, and he’d still wake up in the morning, alone in his bed with his dick in his hand. But he’d also have a headache to go along with an insatiable hard on and frankly, that didn’t sound like fun.

He watched as Kennedy moved across the room after retrieving her drink from the bar. She purposely avoided looking his way, but if he had to guess, she knew he was looking at her. How could she not. Hell, he was almost finished undressing and redressing her with his eyes… for the third time.

When Kennedy went to a table with a group of women, he had to send up a silent prayer that the only seat available was one that would give her an unobstructed view of where he stood across the room. Not that she would look at him. At least not on purpose.

Only she would look at him. She always did.

God, thinking about the way her eyes heated even though she tried to pretend indifference where he was concerned made his cock lengthen. Damn good thing he had gone casual with his jeans and his untucked shirt.

Not that he gave a shit if she saw what she did to him. If he had his way, she’d be naked, and he didn’t even give a fuck where they were. He’d be happy to sneak off to the bathroom or even out to his truck. Didn’t matter. Just as long as he could slide his dick inside of her, he’d be a happy man. And at that point, maybe, just maybe, he’d be able to fuck her out of his system.

Lord knew he’d waited long enough.

Sawyer grinned the instant Kennedy’s eyes landed on his. This was just what he’d been waiting for…

“Hi.”

Sawyer’s thoughts were interrupted by the sweet voice beside him. Glancing over, he grinned out of habit. “Hey.”

There were two smiles beaming back at him, and the fact that neither of them were hard on the eyes had Sawyer turning his full attention to both of them.

“I’m Tara. This is my friend Liz.”

“And I’m speechless,” he teased, giving both of them his signature grin.

They giggled. Just what he’d expected. They always giggled.

“Can we get you a beer?”

No. No, he wasn’t thinking beer right then. “How ‘bout I get you two beautiful ladies a beer.”

Another round of giggles and Sawyer found himself glancing across the room, pretending to be checking out the bar when he was actually trying to see if Kennedy was paying any attention to him.

Surprise. Surprise.

She was glaring his way, but when their eyes met, she turned away quickly.

Hmm… Maybe his night was looking better already.

When the blonde’s arm slid into the crook of his, Sawyer glanced down at her, trying to remember her name. He couldn’t, but that didn’t stop him from pulling her up close and letting her lead the way across the room. And when her friend’s hand gently gripped his bicep on his other side, he smiled down at her too.

Yep, a beer would work for him. Then maybe a quick trip to the bathroom down the hall with the giggle twins to relieve the ache in his balls. He played up his attraction to the women, laughing when one giggled at the other, his stomach churning painfully at the disappointment he suddenly felt.

For most of his life, Sawyer hadn’t been particular about the women he was with. Didn’t give a shit if he saw them again and these two would be added to that long list of conquests. But, as he gazed across the room, wishing like hell that Kennedy would give him even a remote indication of interest, he knew this was getting old fast.

He wasn’t supposed to want anything more than a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am. He didn’t have time for anything more than that, and he knew from experience he’d be satisfied for a little while once he got off.

That was the story of his life.

After ordering three Corona’s from Mack, Sawyer turned to see Greyson strolling his way, a satisfied smirk on his face. Instead of watching his friend swoop in and invite himself to their little trio, he found himself watching Kennedy again.

She frowned at him, and there was a sudden sharp ache in his chest that he’d never felt before. Guilt? Nah. Sawyer didn’t feel guilty. If Kennedy didn’t want a damn thing to do with him, he was going to take what he could get. And he didn’t give a fuck if she signed up to watch.

Fucking liar.

He watched as Kennedy leaned over and whispered something to the woman across from her. He divided his attention between admiring her and watching the two women who were now practically crawling on Greyson.

He wondered just how long Kennedy would put up with his shit. There was something between them, even if she wouldn’t admit it. She felt it the same way he did. Only she was better at denying her attraction than he was.