Free Sweet Alibi by Adriane Leigh Page B

and short dresses were a requirement. Thankfully, I knew this and brought some Drew-approved clothing. I wore a tight black dress and deep red heels. My hair was pulled halfway back in chocolate waves with a few wispy tendrils.
    Gavin and Drew looked adorable together as they walked hand in hand into the club with Tristan trailing behind them. Tristan wore a black, button-down shirt that clung to his lean build, with the sleeves rolled to the elbows in a way that had my stomach listing. His jeans hugged his ass perfectly, so perfectly even Silas let out a low whistle behind me. Tristan was wreaking havoc on both of us before we’d even stepped into the bar.
    We made our way to a table with a view of the dance floor where bodies were already grinding to the thumping music.
    “We'll get drinks.” Tristan clapped Gavin on the shoulder as they headed to the bar. I, along with every girl he passed, watched his retreating figure.
    “Let's dance,” Silas insisted as he grabbed me by the elbow. Drew followed us as we wiggled our way to the center and started dancing in our little threesome. It was packed and we were constantly jostled together but it only added to the atmosphere. 
    After a few songs, Gavin angled up behind Drew and held her close to his body. She smiled and arched her neck to kiss his lips. His hands trailed up her torso as they moved together seductively. I turned to dance with Silas before I witnessed some form of indecent exposure on the crowded dance floor. After the song, the four of us headed to the table. I took a long sip from the drink the guys had gotten me ― a cherry vodka and coke. I made a mental note to keep track of how many I had before I got too drunk.
    “Tristan abandon us already?” Drew looked around the bar.
    “A blonde at the bar caught his attention.” Gavin nodded toward a crowded corner. Behind a shock of long platinum hair I saw Tristan's honey-blond locks, a dashing smile on his face. He had an arm wrapped around the girl’s waist, his fingers caressing the fabric intimately.
    “Doesn't take him long, does it?” I mumbled.
    “He's a whore.” Drew muttered.
    “With no shortage of whores throwing themselves at him,” I said.
    “Not with a face like that.” Drew cast a glance at Gavin. He grinned and gave her a peck on the lips.
    “Or that smile.” I watched Tristan’s hand rest on her lower back, just above the curve of her ass.
    “That hair,” Silas groaned and rolled his eyes in the back of his head suggestively. We all laughed again but I couldn’t manage to tear my eyes from Tristan and that girl.
    “Let’s dance more,” I said to Silas. Drew and Gavin joined us and I lost myself in the music as we howled and danced together. Gavin had his hands wrapped firmly around Drew whether she was dancing with us or grinding with him. She looked happy, and I was happy for her. They had undeniable chemistry, I just hoped she’d finally found someone she could have something more with.
    I mouthed to Gavin and Drew that I would get the second round of drinks as Silas followed me to the bar. The intimate corner where Tristan and his blonde had been tucked away was now occupied by another couple that were all hands, arms, and lips. I placed an order for drinks then scanned the bar, taking in the crowd.
    My eyes landed on Tristan sandwiched between two girls on the dance floor. His arms were on the hips of the blonde with his knee nestled in between her legs from behind. A brunette with long, shiny hair and a tiny, red dress was cuddled up behind him with an arm wrapped around his waist and under his shirt, her lips skimming along his ear. He wore a cocky half grin on his face, enjoying the attention from both of them. For the first time, I was seeing Tristan in all his glory. He was certainly living up to his manwhore reputation. I sucked in a breath of air as I watched him nestle into the blonde’s hair.
    “Something got your attention, love?” Silas asked from beside