"Fuck you," Nathan muttered.
"Admit it, you care. It's eating you alive to know that she's going to be fucking some other guy this weekend when you're dying to get into her pants."
"It ain't going to happen," Nathan said belligerently.
"What, you getting into her pants?" Micah asked.
Nathan turned up his middle finger at Micah. "What ain't going to happen is her having anonymous sex with some goddamn stranger."
"And you plan to prevent this how?"
Fuck if he knew. He didn't know this Damon guy as well as Micah did, but Micah could fix that, couldn't he? And hell, if she was that bent on having anonymous sex, he could be as anonymous as the next guy.
A slow grin spread across his face. That was it. He'd exact a little payback for the way she'd played him in the salon with the added benefit of not letting her fuck another man. She wouldn't need another guy when he finished with her.
"I'm not liking the look on your face right now," Micah said warily. "You only get that look when you're plotting. Usually against me."
"I think we should have a beer with your buddy, Damon," Nathan suggested. "Like tonight."
Micah grinned. "I thought you might see it my way."
"Your way? How the hell is this your way? If we did things your way, Julie would be fucking some weirdo at Damon's sex club this weekend."
"Why do you think I told you about it, moron?" Micah said as he motioned for another beer. "And I'm way ahead of you, man. Damon's supposed to meet me here in an hour."
Chapter 4
“You did not tell me that they were going to be here," Julie huffed as she, Serena and Faith walked into Cattleman's. "In fact, you told me that Damon was at The House tonight. Working on my setup."
Serena shrugged, but her gaze was drawn to where Damon sat between Micah and Nathan.
"Hello? Earth to Serena?"
Faith giggled as they pulled Serena toward the bar. Damon's gaze found Serena's, and he smiled a sexy, toe-curling smile that even had Julie squirming.
"You two are more nauseating than Faith and Gray," Julie grumbled as they plopped onto barstools.
"What did I do?" Faith asked in a perfect rendition of her innocent look.
"So why are they here?" Julie hissed. Nathan was staring at her. She could feel him boring holes through her back.
"Why don't you go ask them?" Serena drawled.
"After a few drinks I just might." The last thing she wanted was for Nathan to think she was rattled. Or avoiding him. Even if she damn well was.
"Well you wanted him to suffer," Faith said as the bartender served up their drinks. "Although I'd say he looks more pissed than pained."
"Better to be pissed off than pissed on," Julie muttered.
Serena laughed. "Girlfriend, you pissed all over the guy months ago. Marked him, scented him, howled at the moon . . ."
Julie shoved at her arm and scowled. "Yeah, well, you saw how far that got me. At least now he knows what he's missing."
"Why are you still talking about him?" Faith asked. "Shouldn't you be moving on to greener pastures? Remember? You were going to blow him them blow him off and have Damon hook you up with two prime specimens with big dicks and no brains."
"Why, Faith, you shock me," Serena said in mock horror.
"I'd say she's dead-on," Julie drawled. "She makes a damn good point. Why the hell am I sitting here stewing about Nathan fucking Tucker when I've got a date to be the filling in a stud sandwich?"
Faith and Serena both looked at her with ill-disguised horror.
"The filling in a stud sandwich? Julie, tell me you didn't just say that. For God's sake," Serena said.
"Not one of your better lines," Faith snickered.
"Okay, so it was all I could come up with. Not everyone has your expertise in the area of threesomes."
Serena laughed. "She's got you there, Faith."
"And clearly neither of you are going to let me live it down," Faith said mournfully.
"Hell, if I were you, I wouldn't want to live it down. I'd want to relive it. Over and over if possible," Julie said wistfully.
She stole a glance over at Micah Hudson and tried again to imagine him and Gray Montgomery both fucking Faith's brains out. Nope. Couldn't picture it. She shrugged and turned her gaze back to Faith.
"I still think you're putting us on about that whole thing."
Faith rolled her eyes. "You're just a jealous bitch and you know it. I don't know what your problem is. In a few nights, you're going to be indulging in all the hedonistic pleasure you can handle while Serena and I are having a boring evening home with our guys."
"Speak for yourself," Serena murmured.
Julie downed her drink and quickly ordered another one. Liquid courage. Never let her down yet. Last time, Nathan had taken her home and dumped her into bed. Maybe this time she could get Micah to do the dirty deed.
"Going for a quick buzz tonight?" Serena asked with a raised eyebrow.
She didn't respond, just leveled a stare at Serena and then turned her gaze on the guys sitting several tables away.
"Uh-oh. I don't like that look," Faith said.
Serena grinned. "Oh this is going to be good. And you and I get front-row seats, Faith."
"You two are going with me," Julie said sweetly.
"Uh-huh, and exactly what are we doing?" Faith asked.
Julie smiled. "First were going to have a few more drinks. I assume at this point Damon's not going to leave without you, Serena."
Thirty minutes and a good many drinks later, Julie was feeling no pain, and the demon that had perched so delicately on her shoulder earlier was now hanging from her ear for dear life.
"Shall we, ladies?"
She stood and started toward the table where the men still sat nursing their beers. All three looked up as she approached, and she almost halted at the fire that blazed in Nathan's eyes.
Damn, the man was hot. Her fingers positively itched to run over his bald head and over his gorgeous, muscled body. Broad shoulders, bulging arms. And that chest. Man, did she love his chest. And his ass.
But it wasn't Nathan she focused on. As Damon greeted Serena, and all the guys said their hellos to Julie and Faith, Julie slid onto Micah's lap, and she took his beer from his hand and took a long swallow. She let her lips linger over the mouth of the bottle and flicked her tongue out to rim it.
"Well damn," Micah murmured. "Hello to you too, sugar."
She put the bottle on the table behind her and wrapped her arms loosely around his neck. "Where have you been all my life?"
"Waiting for you to rock mine," he said teasingly.
Nathan sat in stony silence, his eyes glittering. His jaw clenched and ticked, but he said nothing.
"I seem to need a ride home," she whispered. "Gray is meeting Faith here for dinner, and now that Damon is here, Serena isn't going to want to leave."
"Well now," Micah drawled. "Far be it from me to ever leave a woman in distress. However, Nathan here might kick my ass if I make a move toward that door with you."
She let her eyes widen innocently as she turned to Nathan. "Oh, hello, Nathan. I didn't even notice you there."
Damon choked on his beer while Faith and Serena both looked away to keep from laughing. Nathan tipped his bottle in her direction, his face set in stone.
Then she turned back to Micah. "Are you the type to let another man dictate who you take home?"
Micah's expression darkened. "Don't play with fire, sugar, or you'll get burned quick."
She pouted playfully and leaned in closer until her mouth was an inch from his ear.
"Who says I'm playing?" she whispered.
His hands tightened around her hips, and then he tucked his lips to her ear, nuzzling through her hair.
"If Nathan hadn't already staked a claim, I'd have you in my bed so fast you wouldn't know what hit you. And believe me, sugar, I'd be calling all the shots."
She drew away and rolled her eyes. "I've heard all about you, Hudson. And I can't wait for the day a woman knocks you on your smug ass. I just hope I'm around to see it."
Micah smirked. "Ain't going to happen, babe."
"Does that mean you aren't going to volunteer to take me home?" she asked softly.
Nathan bolted from his seat and reached over to snag her wrist. Julie was so surprised by his action that she just sat there on Micah's lap, gaping up at him.
"Cut the bullshit, Julie. I'm taking you home. Now. It's long past time we had a little chat."
Her eyes narrowed, and she moved further into Micah's embrace, but Nathan didn't let up on his grip.
"We have nothing to talk about, Tucker. And if my options are you driving me home or taking a cab, then I'll go pour myself into a cab."
"Nathan, let it go," Micah said quietly. "Save it for later. I'll drive her home."
Nathan's eyes grew stormy, but he let go of her wrist and then turned and stalked out of the restaurant.
"Asshole," Julie muttered as she rubbed her wrist.
Micah picked her hand up and ran his thumb over her wrist. "You know he wouldn't hurt a hair on your head. And if he had any hair, he'd have already pulled it all out over you and you damn well know it."
She raised an eyebrow. "And what do you know about it?"
He grinned, flashing perfectly white straight teeth. "Women aren't the only ones who gossip, you know."
Her cheeks went warm. "Well, hell," she muttered.
"Too bad I never started going to you for massages," he teased.
She let her head fall onto his shoulder with a groan. "I'm ready to go home now."
"Come on, Julie, we'll take you home and you know it," Serena said.
"No, I'll take her," Micah said. "I told her I would, and I'd never leave a lady in distress."
"You guys going to hang out here until Gray comes?" Julie asked Serena and Damon.
"Of course," Damon said smoothly.
Faith hesitated, her eyes drooping a little sadly. "For the love of God, people. I'm certainly capable of staying by myself until Gray gets here. He, uh, he'll probably be late anyway. He's been running behind a lot lately."
"But the point is you don't have to be by yourself," Damon said. "Serena and I are more than happy to wait with you."
Micah lifted Julie to her feet, impressing her with his strength. Then he stood and took her hand, pulling her toward the door.
When they got to his truck, he opened the passenger door for her, and like a perfect gentlemen, saw her seated before walking around to his side.
The interior smelled faintly of smoke, and it gave her the first serious jones for a cigarette she'd had in two years.
"I didn't realize you smoked," she said when he started the engine.
He winced and smiled a little guiltily. "I didn't think the smell was that obvious."
"Former smoker," she admitted. "Some people love the smell of coffee. Me, I love the smell of cigarettes."
He reached into the door pocket and pulled out a crumpled packet. "I've got one left. Want to share it?"
She sucked in her breath. Damn. It was only one. Well, half a one. What the hell.
"You trying to quit?" she asked as he lit up.
"Yeah."
"How's that working for you?"
He laughed. "I'm down to a few a day. I keep saying each pack is my last, but at least I'm making them last longer."
He took a deep drag and passed it to her. She slid it between her lips and inhaled, closing her eyes.
"Between this and the booze, you're going to have to pour me into bed," she said as she passed it back. "I'll have a head rush from hell."
"How long's it been for you?"
"Two years."
"Impressive. And here I am luring you back to the dark side. I'm a real bastard."
She laughed. Then she cast him a mournful stare. "Why the hell couldn't I be hung up on you?"
Jesus. Had she just said that? Too much to drink. Or maybe it was the cigarette. Or maybe it was just sheer desperation. She'd all but told him how hung up on Nathan she was now.
Micah smiled and passed her back the cigarette. "You're killing the poor guy. Give him a break, okay? Us men aren't too smart when it comes to women, you know?"
She blew out the smoke and sent him a baleful look. "Okay, so a woman all but throws herself at you for weeks, pushes her cleavage in your face, practically takes out a glowing neon sign saying 'I want you,' and then gives you a massage you'll never forget, and you cant figure out she's attracted to you?"
"Okay, Nathan isn't too smart when it comes to women," he said with a chuckle. "Cut him some slack. The poor man doesn't know whether he's coming or going with you."
She scowled. "Well you know what, Micah? I'm damn tired of men not knowing what to do with me. I want a guy who doesn't need an instruction manual, thank you very much. Nathan blew his chance as far as I'm concerned."
"So you're going to torture him endlessly."