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He held Corey’s gaze, relaying in one steely gaze what he’d do to him—brother or not—if he didn’t knock it off.
“You don’t have to do this like Ricky said. But I like you even more for wanting to try it.”
“No, I want to.” Jezebelle pretended she rolled up imaginary sleeves, getting ready for the game. Then she glanced at him. “How many names do you go by?”
Brick chuckled before snatching a kiss.
“Yeah, what’s up with Brick?” Corey asked.
“Long story short, someone thought someone else called me Brick instead of Rick and it stuck. I like it,” he said, looking at Corey, then turned his full attention to Jezebelle. “And only Corey calls me Ricky. He felt left out when we were younger being the only ‘y’ in the house. My mom’s name was Marge. My dad’s name is Richard, of course. He didn’t like it. So he called me Ricky to even the score some.”
“Whatever, dude,” Corey grumbled as if hating Brick shared that story, refusing to believe he had been an insecure little child.
Hell, Brick would never admit it, but he had been a scared, insecure child at times. Growing up with a strict father who held him to such high standards had been hard. His old man never hit him, but words hurt just as bad as hits could.
“Yo, Dom, how hard did you make these drinks?” Brick hollered to the other end of the bar where Dom was helping a customer.
Dom’s lips curled up with a crafty smirk in his eyes. “Find out and see.”
He looked at Jezebelle, sighing. “I can go first.”
She slapped his hand playfully, her new ring flashing brilliantly in the lights. “I got this.”
God, he loved this woman. Every day, each new moment showed him why and confirmed how lucky of a man he truly was.
Jezebelle eyed the first glass, then grabbed it and swallowed the entire contents with one quick gulp. She made a weird face, then slammed the shot glass down.
“Gross. I always hate that one. I had an inkling it was a Cement Mixer by the creamy look, and I was right.”
Brick looked over at Dom, who had come closer to watch. Dom nodded she was correct.
“This one looks like a beer with lots of foam at the top.” She picked up the second shot with a sweet smile and downed it in one swallow. Her smile brightened even further. “Yum. I love candy corn. Tastes great as a shot.”
Dom nodded in confirmation.
“This one looks like an Alabama Slammer. I’ve always liked the pretty color it makes.” She picked up the third glass and downed it.
Brick loved the triumphant smile that graced her beautiful face. Dom cocked a brow as if impressed she named it before drinking it.
The fourth drink disappeared with another right answer—a Kamikaze.
She bit her bottom lip, then licked it as she stared at the last shot. Brick wasn’t even sure by the looks of it what it might be, but he had a few in his head he thought it could be. Some tasted good, and some not so good. It was a lime-green color with white-looking foam on top.
“This one looks like I should plug my nose as it goes down or something.” Jezebelle laughed right before downing it. She made another funny face, almost gagging, then slammed the shot down.
“Oh, I’m so glad I partied too hard in college at times. Otherwise, I would’ve failed with the last one. Never make me have Alligator Sperm ever again!”
She turned without warning and kissed him, hard. Her tongue dove in and he tasted the different flavors she enjoyed—mostly. A bit of pineapple, melon flavor. He could even taste a bit of orange and vodka from the Kamikaze.
The kiss slowed and he missed her lips when she pulled away.
“There. We both had Alligator Sperm.”
“That sounds disgusting when you say that,” Brick said with a chuckle and waved a hand at the glasses. “Next round, Dom. Don’t go easy on me.”
“Damn. I’m impressed,” Corey said, the awe clear in his voice. “I didn’t think you could do it.”
“I’m not always a good girl.”
Brick loved the way her eyes lit up with mischief and her lips twisted with devious intent. Oh, he couldn’t wait to have fun upstairs with his not-so-good girl. Bringing the bad girl out of her made his cock thicken and jump with joy, demanding some fun right now.
She wiggled against him, telling him she felt how excited he just got. Then she turned, kissing him slowly with promises for more, trailing her lips to his neck and bit his ear.
“Down, boy. Not yet.”
His hands tightened on her waist. “Don’t tempt me then, sweetheart.”
The wicked twinkle in her eyes said he was in for a long, long night of teasing.
Damn, he loved this woman.
