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  Audrey met my eyes from the other side of him, smiling.

  Someone tapped on her shoulder and she craned her neck to look behind her.

  “Can I get you a beer?” a slurred voice asked her. A guy with too long hair leaned over her. She did her best to be polite.

  “Nah, I’m good. Thanks though,” she answered nicely, turning back around to face Matt and I.

  “Well, when you want another one, let me know,” the guy continued, leaning closer to her, “Or I can take you to dinner if you want.”

  Audrey opened her mouth to turn him down again but I was already setting my beer down and taking a step towards him. She was too nice and the guy wasn’t getting the picture. He wasn’t being a jackass yet I wouldn’t let it escalate to that.

  “That’s not going to happen,” Matt slurred, his Army demeanor rising to the surface above the alcohol, “She’s not interested.”

  I backed Matt, glaring at the guy, knowing he’d be dumb as hell to say anything after that. Smartly, he backed away and disappeared into the crowd.

  I always had Matt’s back and he had mine no matter what. If Matt started a fight with that guy and ten of his buddies jumped in, knowing we’d be outnumbered, I would’ve been at his side in a second anyways. I knew he would’ve done the same for me. We both had that ride or die blind trust in each other. If we had time to discuss a plan, we’d talk it over and rationalize what was best; but in the thick of it, hell or high water, I had his back.

  Matt threw back another shot.

  “I had that,” Audrey assured him, slightly annoyed, setting her empty beer on the bar.

  I motioned the bartender to get her another.

  Matt shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. No one’s good enough for my sister.”

  He threw his arm around her and pulled her close, kissing her cheek sloppily. “You’re the best, did you know that?”

  She laughed and tried to pull away. “How are you already wasted?”

  He shrugged. “I- I don’t know. I mean, you know? Just how it is.”

  Audrey rolled her eyes as the bartender set another beer in front of her. She looked at it confused, probably wondering if that guy still bought her a beer after Matt told him to get lost.

  “I got you,” I winked at her. If I have your brother’s back, I have yours, too. She blushed.

  “Well,” she took a sip and tipped it to me, “Thanks.”

  I glanced at Matt between us, getting more and more obliterated each second that passed. He’d missed drinking and, apparently, the alcohol missed him, too.

  “How much longer should we give him?” I asked Audrey with a smile like he was our wayward child.

  She grinned, looking him over and then looking at her beer. “Let me finish this beer and we’ll call it a night. Any more shots and I might need you to carry him home.”

  I laughed, running my hand through my hair. “Why do you think I stopped drinking?”

  Sure enough, as Audrey finished her beer, Matt was sloshed drunk. I mean, absolutely piss drunk. Months without alcohol made his tolerance shit.

  When the cab came, we squeezed into the backseat with Audrey snug between us. With two big guys on either side, she didn’t have much room.

  I tried not to notice how warm her body was pressed against me and I tried to keep my hand from resting on her knee where it wanted to. I barely had any alcohol in my system but I still had to watch myself. With anyone else, I wouldn’t be worried about being so careful but I had to watch myself.

  “I just love you so much,” Matt whined to Audrey, leaning his head on her shoulder, “You’re the best damn sister.”

  She rolled her eyes, smiling, glancing at me next to her. “He does this every time he’s drunk with me.”

  I smirked; they were a fun pair. It was a weird experience seeing my usually composed, steady partner absolutely obliterated.

  “It’s true,” he continued, closing his eyes and leaning on her, pushing her harder into me, “She’s the fucking best. Rex, you have no idea how fucking awesome she is. She’s like, the best sister ever.”

  Audrey shifted between us; Matt’s weight on her nudged her ever closer to me. If I moved my arm, she would’ve ended up in my lap.

  Filthy fucking things ran through my head at the thought. Fuck, my alcohol tolerance has gone to shit, too.

  “And Rex,” Matt stammered, eyes still closed, “He’s a good dude, too, Audrey. He’s a hell of a good shot and he’s always got my back.”

  Audrey was still pressed up close against me when we pulled up in front of her house. She paid the driver while I pulled Matt out of the car. He was a mess on his feet and he needed to sleep it off.

  “Help me get him to the guest room?” Audrey asked as she locked the front door behind us. Matt didn’t say anything as I helped him down the hallway and tipped him onto the bed.

  “He’ll be alright,” I assured her as she pulled off his shoes, dropping them on the floor.

  “Audrey, you’re the fucking best,” Matt groaned, rolling over onto his stomach.

  “Yeah, yeah,” she teased, flipping the switch for the fan, “See you tomorrow.”

  “Night, bud,” I added, following her out of the room.

  “You, too, man. You’re the fucking best!” Matt slurred.

  I trailed Audrey down the hallway into the still dark kitchen.

  “Damn, am I happy you’re here,” she muttered, grabbing two beers from the fridge, handing me one. “I don’t think I could’ve gotten him home and into bed without you. If we’d been out alone, I would’ve been fucked getting him home.”

  I nodded, suddenly unsure of what to say. I was hyper aware to the fact that I was finally alone with her.

  Don’t be a fucking idiot.

  “Wanna sit by the pool?” she asked, blue eyes glittering.

  I could only nod, quickly sobering to the fact that this girl was still completely off limits. I liked her… but she was still my best friend’s sister. My very best friend, at that. My battle buddy. The one who had my back for eight months in a war zone. Even though I actually liked Audrey, it wouldn’t matter. Matt would just think I was just trying to get some while we were home. I had to keep my hands off her. No matter how hard that’d be.

  Chapter 4

  Audrey

  After taking care of a completely wasted Matt the first night, I wasn’t exactly looking forward to doing that back to back another night. Rex looked disappointed when I said I wouldn’t be going out with them but I guessed it was because it meant he’d be the babysitter on his own.

  He seemed like the type to have a drink or two, but still stay completely sober and in control. Matt wanted to cut loose and make up for lost drinking time. Rex seemed like he couldn’t do that even if he wanted to.

  I’d given them a key and told them to enjoy themselves, while I had plans of reading my book and going to bed early.

  My book, however, had different ideas and ended up being one of those reads that I just couldn’t put down. I was flying through pages, desperately chasing the ending, uncontrollable momentum spinning through the pages. That was, until I heard the key slide into the door around ten.

  I looked up from the loveseat, pulling my head from the world inside my book, to see Rex come through the door, alone, the cab outside pulling away.

  “No Matt?”

  He locked the door behind him. “Uh, no… He, uh… is staying at a uh…. friend’s house….”

  I smirked. Nice, Rex. “So he went home with a girl.”

  Rex shoved his hands in his pockets, nodding, blushing a little, unable to lie. I commended him for it.

  “Well,” I said, shutting my book, “At least he didn’t bring her here. He knows better than that.”

  Rex smirked, going to the other couch, the one that had become his make shift bed. “He’s not that stupid.”

  “Thank God for that,” I groaned, happy I didn’t wake up at 2am to hear Matt bringing a girl home, “You didn’t find anyone
you liked?”

  It came out so smooth, I couldn’t believe that it didn’t have any edge of jealousy. Any pause and he would’ve seen right through it.

  It was hard to believe a man like Rex couldn’t find anyone to go home with. Surely, he’d had his pick of any woman at the bar. I couldn’t imagine the type of woman who’d pass him up.

  He shrugged, crossing his strong, tattooed arms over his chest. “I’m not really into one night stands. I only sleep with women I like. And plan on liking for a while.”

  Silence hovered in the air.

  “Oh,” was all I managed. Images of him naked, being loyal to the one woman he was fucking flooded my mind. He was picky, it seemed. No wonder he hadn’t gone home with anyone or even settled for someone. Instead he was here. With me.

  “You want another beer?” he asked hoarsely, pointing at my empty bottle on the coffee table.

  “Oh,” jarring me from my thoughts, “Um, yeah, please.”

  He stood swiftly and walked past me to the kitchen. I rose to follow him. He uncapped two bottles and handed me one, leaning back on the counter, watching me, face unreadable.

  “Thanks,” I murmured, trying to think of a light conversation that would have nothing to do with sex. Unfortunately, that was all I could think of: the t-shirt he wore, tight across his chest, the jeans low on his hips, his tattooed arm, and probably tattooed other places. I licked my lips. Fuck, stop it!

  “What’re you thinking about?” Rex asked playfully, crossing his arms over his chest. “You look like you’re deep in it.”

  Fuck. “Uh… Um… Nothing.”

  He smirked, green eyes gleaming. “You keep looking at my tattoos.”

  I swallowed, caught. “Yeah, I just… I was wondering how many more you have.”

  I figured it was better to tell a little bit of the truth than an all out lie.

  Rex grinned wolfishly, setting his beer down on the counter behind him. He reached behind his head and pulled his shirt off in one swift moment, tossing it on the counter behind him, his cologne filling the air. My eyes widened.

  Jesus. Fuck.

  His tattoos ran up his arm, over his shoulder, black ink in intricate designs. He entire chest was covered in heavy, dark tattoos. I twisted my hands to keep from touching them.

  The muscles of his shoulders were huge and taught, his entire body rock hard. My mind thought about running my hands down his chest and onto his defined stomach. He turned slightly, a grin on his lips, tattoos across his back. He was absolutely loving me standing there gawking. He loved putting on this show.

  He turned back to me, trying to contain his grin, grabbing his shirt and carelessly slipping it back on like nothing had happened.

  “Anything else?” he asked teasingly, a dark edge to his voice.

  My mouth was dry. “N-No.”

  His eyes on me, he took another sip of his beer, my heart pounding in my chest. He was so fucking handsome it hurt.

  Rex put his beer down and exhaled like he’d been holding it in, closing his eyes, breathing deeply. He tapped his knuckles on the counter impatiently. When he looked at me, his eyes were dark. He took a step towards me, closing the space between us, backing me against the counter.

  His breath was warm on my face. He took my beer out of my hand and placed on the counter beside me, adrenaline surged through my veins.

  “I know you feel this tension… This is some pretty fucking strong chemistry we have here,” he murmured, “I’ve been trying to fight it… You’re my best friend’s sister; I should’ve just stayed at the bar… But all I could think about the whole fucking time was coming back here.”

  I swallowed hard, goose bumps on my skin. My eyes were glued to the tattoos on his arm, now knowing what lay underneath that t-shirt. I couldn’t look away.

  “Tell me you feel this, too,” he coaxed, breathing heavy. I could almost feel his pulse in my throat.

  I licked my lips, his body heat radiating. I nodded. I stared at the skin of his neck.

  “But we can’t… right?” he asked, sounding more like he was trying to convince himself than ask me, “It would be wrong…”

  “To who?” I breathed. I really didn’t care about the logistics; I just wanted that damn shirt off again.

  “Matt,” he answered regretfully, “He’s my best friend… And your brother. You don’t think he’d be pissed about this?”

  I let out a low laugh, lust surging through my body. “Does he have to know?”

  I felt wicked as soon as I said it. I’d never kept secrets from my brother before but I’d tell any lie for this. I couldn’t help it.

  Rex laughed deep in his throat, calloused hand coming up to touch to my face, brushing my hair back. “Remember I said I only sleep with women I like? And for a while? He’d find out eventually.”

  Disappointment trickled down through my veins. I wanted this; I wanted him. But at what cost? Enough to ruin their friendship and my relationship with Matt? Would he even care? My body said fuck it… but my mind wondered if Rex was right.

  I groaned low in my throat, frustrated. I placed my hands on his hips boldly, gripping the loops and pulling him closer to me.

  “Are you sure?” I whined, considering begging him to forget about Matt and to just fuck me already. I wanted it so badly.

  Rex growled deep in his throat, his hips pressing against mine, the bulge of his erection grinding into me. He placed both his hands on the counter beside me to steady himself.

  “Stop that,” he warned, “I’m testing my self control enough as it is.”

  That pleased me. My skin felt on fire, certainty and desire swelling through me.

  I ran my hands up his stomach to his hard chest, his eyes closing, a sigh falling from his lips. I dragged my nails down to his stomach again, gripping his belt buckle, fingers dipping behind it.

  “I’m serious,” he breathed, “Once you get me started, I won’t be able to stop.”

  I bit my lip. That was exactly what I wanted to hear. “Promise?”

  He groaned and his lips were on mine, his hands wrapping around my waist, pulling me to him, grinding his hips into mine.

  His hot mouth slid to my neck, nipping and sucking, my hands desperately clinging to his muscular shoulders, needing to feel more of him.

  “You have no fucking idea how badly I want you,” he groaned into my neck, my eyes closed, hissing through my teeth. His strong hands held me in place, reaching my lips again, his tongue hot on mine.

  His muscles felt so good under my hands, his body was so hard and wound tight. I felt so deliciously wicked. I tugged the bottom of his shirt. “Off.”

  He grinned, pulling it over his head quickly, throwing it on the floor, the smell of his cologne filling my nose again. “Yes, ma’am.”

  I couldn’t keep my hands off him, from his forearms to his biceps, across his shoulders to his chest and his stomach. He groaned deep in his throat as I toyed with his belt buckle again, pulling him back to me.

  His lips fell back on mine and I gripped the back of his head, holding him there. I couldn’t get enough. I couldn’t wait to feel his strong body all over mine. His dick was rock hard in his jeans, pressing against me. I was shaking with how bad I wanted it.

  Rex drug his lips down my neck and dropped to his knees, pulling my shirt up over my stomach, kissing and licking along my hipbone. My fingers slipped over his hair, biting my lip. I was sure he could smell how fucking wet I was.

  He popped the button on my shorts and kissed the skin underneath, leaving me writhing above him. He looked up at me, grin on his lips, eyes dark with lust.

  His fingers kneaded into my hips, holding me there. “It’s been a long time for me, Audrey. I know I’m wound tight as hell. I’m not sure I can be gentle.”

  Lust throbbed deep in my belly as I ran my hand over his hair, so close to the most sensitive part of me.

  I was breathless. “I’m a big girl. I can handle it.”

  He ran his hands around to
the back of my thighs, grinning. “Yes, ma’am.”

  Chapter 5

  Rex

  Audrey was red hot, her clothes practically pulling themselves off on their own. I knew I should’ve stayed away from her, but I just couldn’t fucking stop myself now.

  I pulled the zipper down on her shorts, peeling them away, black lace panties left in their place. I pressed my mouth against them, wondering if she could have imagined this would happen when she put them on this morning.

  Her hand tightened on my head and she groaned above me. I relished the feeling as it vibrated down to my mouth. I could smell how fucking wet she was. She leaned her hand back on the counter, the other still on my head.

  I pulled the lace to the side and buried my mouth against her hot pussy, licking her clit. My dick was hard as fucking steel in my jeans, pressing against my zipper. But I had to taste her first. She was so fucking wet.

  Audrey gasped above me, fingers digging into my scalp.

  “You taste so fucking good,” I groaned into her pussy, loving how fucking sweet she was.

  Her thighs shook and I gripped them harder, savoring the feeling. I couldn’t wait to feel them wrapped around me.

  Her hand slid down my jaw and gripped my chin, pulling me to stand, her chest heaving. I gripped the bottom of her tank top and ripped it over her head, sending her hair flying, curls falling against her perfect breasts.

  Her mouth clashed against mine and I slipped my hand between her thighs, delving into her. She groaned into my mouth, back arching and pushing herself against me, legs trembling.

  “Fuck,” she gasped, lips hot on my ear, my teeth on her collarbone. I couldn’t get enough of her. My free hand pressed against the small of her back, holding her to me, needing her as close as possible. I sucked down her chest, biting the top of her breast, licking underneath her bra to her nipple. She groaned, neck arching, pushing her perfect tits into my face. My cock strained against my jeans. I was so fucking hard.

  Her hands fell to my belt buckle, the one she’d teased me with earlier. Her fingers pried it loose, snapping the button on my jeans and ripping the zipper down, pulling my cock free. She gasped as she felt my length. It only made me harder.