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dresses more often. Her Harvard t-shirt is tight
across her chest and misses meeting her jeans by inches. If she
dressed like that after hours, she’d have men tripping over
each other to ask her out. She’d probably collect more numbers
than I do in a single night. Hell, I’d give her my number and
definitely try to talk her upstairs and out of those jeans.
    She gives Cassie and Ryder a playful
shove as she passes. “Get a room and stop making us single
people hate you.” Her curls bounce around her heart shaped face
as she takes a seat across from me and holds out a beer for me.
    “Yeah, we don’t want to see
any of that here. This is a classy establishment,” I add, hastily giving my mouth something to do
besides think about what it would feel like getting Savannah off.
    I take a swig of beer and lean back in
my chair, balancing it on two legs.
    “Interested in some tales from
the trenches?” Savannah asks, forcing me to break my
concentration. The other girls are still over by the bar pouring
drinks, so we’re pretty much alone here in the corner.
    “Lay it on me.”
    “I met this guy at a bar—he
had me doing a bunch of tequila shots, even made me an indecent
proposal.”
    I flash her a smile. “Yeah?
What’s this one called?”
    “Let’s call him Mr.
Fuckable,” she says, staring me directly in the eye. Whoa
there.
    “I’m
with you on the name.” I say, trying to figure her out.
I thought we were just playing the other night, but she’s
looking at me with a new glint in her eyes.
    Sexy as hell.
    “Mr.
Fuckable’s tall, blond, and muscular,” she
continues. “He’s got this tattoo that just barely winks
at me and I really want to find out where it goes…”
    I don’t know what’s gotten
into her tonight, but this feels like a challenge I’m not
backing down from. “So what
will it take, Savy?”
    “Hmm.” She pretends to
think hard. “Well, the thing is, I think he is a big talker.
I’m not sure his moves can live up to his mouth.”
    “Just wait ‘til you feel
what this mouth can do, especially when applied liberally and
vigorously.”
    “So sure of himself.” She
tips her beer back, wrapping her lips around the top of the bottle,
provocatively. “But it’s the talkers that are often the
biggest disappointments.”
    “Really? I think it just proves
their tongues are nimble.” I give her a wink, and she looks
away. Don’t
worry, Savy, I promise
to leave you screaming for more . I can already feel her
thighs lock around my head as I lick her to
climax.
    I’m not sure if we’re still
playing, but I figure I’ll leave my cards on the table while I
still have the chance.
    I get up, and rest a hand on her
shoulder as I pass. I lean in, close enough to get a lungful of her
perfume, something spicy and fresh. “Just so you know, the
offer still stands,” I murmur in her ear. “You let me
know if you ever feel the need to explore.”
    “Explore what?” Shelby
interrupts us, coming over. She looks between us. “How exactly
are you putting Cash’s mind to work? It’s really only
good for one thing. Also, does using Cash have anything to do with
Mr. Fuckable?” Shelby leans forward, innocent smile in place.
    Busted.
    Savannah looks away, letting her curls
fall over her face to hide the rising color in her cheeks. Shelby’s
involvement tips off the rest of my makeshift family to drop in on
our conversation. They all crowd over.
    “Cash, I can’t believe you
let some guy do that to Savannah at your bar,” Cassie says,
jumping to Savannah’s defense. “You should have kicked
his ass.” Yes, please keep
thinking it was someone else. I don’t
want to expose who we are really talking about here.
    “It was just an offer, no need to
panic,” Savannah says. “I can handle myself. I’m a
grown woman.”
    “Nope, you’re not escaping
that easy,” Shelby says. I glare at her. She may not be my
sister, but I will not hesitate to bust her balls about this. “Cash,
did you