Free Divine by Cait Jarrod Page A

in.”
    “My name is Sally.”
    She didn’t seem like a person named Sally,
but he wouldn’t question her. He tried to think of an alias.
“Matt,” he said, cause he couldn’t make himself lie .
Damn.
    “Matt,” she hummed, pressing her curves
against him. “You’re tense. How about another beer or something
stronger to help you relax?”
    “Good idea.” He rolled his neck. He could do
this. Sex without love. Without Trina.
    Fuck!
    “Hey, Jim,” Sally yelled to the bartender.
“How about two horny bulls?”
    “You got it,” he shouted back.
    “You’ll love it.” Sally’s voice dripped with
desire and promises. “By the time you drink a shot or two of vodka,
tequila, and rum, you’ll feel like a horny bull. Whoever is messing
with your head,” she said and pressed her finger to his temple,
“will adios.”
    Jim plopped two drinks onto the counter.
    “Two more.” Sally held up two fingers.
    “You sure your guy can handle it? He’s not a
regular.”
    He didn’t drink much, but tonight he’d
consider it. “I’m good.”
    The alcohol burned. The oak taste warmed his
veins, like putting a protective layer around his heart. The next
shot went down smooth, and his head buzzed. “Ready to dance?” Not
waiting for her to respond, he threw a twenty on the bar, latched
onto her hand, and maneuvered around the crowd to the dance
floor.
    They squeezed into a spot on the dance floor.
Barefoot, she pressed her body into his, and slid her lips along
his throat.
    He wrapped a hand around her back and nudged
her even closer. He wanted this, sex— hard and fast. For the first
time, he cared less about his reckless, meaningless behavior and
didn’t worry about the consequences.
    Her leg moved between his as they stepped in
tune with the beat.
    With each move, her thigh pressed into his
groin. He cupped her butt and pressed his lips to hers.
    The woman melted and purred.
    His fucking dick didn’t take the hint.
    This was Trina’s fault. Whenever she came
close, his body stirred. Hell, he watched her across the room and
got a throbbing hard-on. This afternoon, before she dumped the
bomb, he possessed one.
    He pulled Sally closer, felt her nipples
poking him, and…nothing! No excitement! No thrill.
    “Matt!” His brother’s deep voice drew his
attention. Travis’ hardened features and dark clothes urged people
to sidestep him, either out of respect or out of fear from the
badass attitude.
    “How’d you find me?”
    “You didn’t answer your phone.”
    “Huh?” He hadn’t heard it.
    “So I tracked you.” Travis said.
    A master at tracking people for a living; of
course he found him. “I’m not going anywhere.”
    “Not like this, man.” Travis’ warning tone
irked him. “You’ll never forgive yourself.”
    Sally put distance between them, considered
him, then Travis. “What is he talking about?”
    He had enough booze in his system not to care
how crazed he sounded. “He doesn’t want me to fuck you.” And then
because he liked pissing his brother off, he added, “He’ll get
jealous.”
    “He’s… you’re... okay.” Sally put a finger to
her lips. “Um, you shocked me.”
    “We’re not nothing,” Travis snapped. “Except
my little brother needs to get the hell out of here.”
    “Always the parent,” he shot back.
    “Don’t,” Travis used his big brother
authoritative tone.
    “Come on, Matt.”
    He focused on the new voice joining the mix.
Trina’s brother, Bradley Lovett. “Perfect!”
    The people on the dance floor allowed them a
wide berth, but they didn’t leave.
    Sweat covered his forehead and his nostrils
flared. Every bit the bull Sally mentioned, he let his fury shove
aside his forced horniness and challenged the trader. “You were my
friend,” he growled as he stepped forward and poked a finger into
Bradley’s chest. “Why didn’t you call to let me know she’s engaged?
She’s your sister but hell, I would have called you.”
    Bradley caught his finger