26. Group Date
Group Date
Luke
"You know this is a date, right!" Gabe yells from somewhere outside my room.
"It’s dinner at CeCe’s. Not a date." I answer back.
"Group date," Gabe confirms, showing up in my doorway. "Go commando. Make’s it easier for Dani girl to give you a handy under the table."
A laugh breaks free. "I highly doubt that’s going to happen."
Gabe flops his massive body on the bed. "I beg to differ," he holds up a hand when I open my mouth to argue. "Did you or did you not have your tongue down her throat and in her pussy last night."
My brows fly up my forehead. "How’d you know that?"
Gabe waves a hand at me. "I have my ways. And did you or did you not have your hands on that banging body." He continues.
"I did." I know where he’s going with this and I’m not liking it.
"And do you or do you not want a repeat of that plus a little extra?" he raises a brow in question.
"I do."
"Then shut your face and lose the boxers." Gabe says. I shoot my ‘loving’ brother a look that he waves off.
"Look. You haven’t been laid since that one nighter with Tasha, the brunette you had a blind date with."
"How, the fuck, did you know that?" I ask.
"She told Carrie, Carrie told me. Carrie was the one to hook you two up remember." Gabe stands. "That is one hell of a dry spell dude, and your hand can only do so much," Gabe smacks something into my palm. "There’s more where that came from," he winks, "now lose the boxers." He walks out, shutting the door behind him.
I look down at the condom he placed in my palm, shaking my head. Does he really think I don’t have con—I can’t even finish that sentence. I drop my head back on my shoulders with a groan. I hate when Gabe is right.
Pulling on my dark wash jeans—over my boxers—and a white button down, I stuff the condom in my wallet—cliché—and I am ready to go.
Gabe’s sprawled on the couch, one leg stretched out with the other on the floor, flipping through movies. "Wear your Docs," he doesn’t even look over at me.
I swipe my keys and head for the door. "Don't you have plans you should be getting ready for?"
"Yep, but I've got three hours to kill." He answers
"Can't you kill them at your place?"
"I could, but I don't want to."
I sigh. "Don't eat all my food."
"No promises."
I smirk and head out.
Carrie and Elle live over on Balmoral, in a semi-detached rowhouse. The house is lovely, and their neighbours are amazing, but I hate going over there. The backyard faces St. Michael’s Cemetery, and it freaks me out. I’m not saying I’m afraid of ghosts or that they even exist, but when you see someone wandering around in there after midnight, in the dark, it’s creepy.
I’m the last person to arrive. Climbing out of my truck, I spot a man standing on the front porch, leaning against the railing.
"Is that a '75 Chevy C10?" he asks, pushing off the railing and walking towards me.
"It is." I answer.
"Damn, that thing is mint," he whistles as he walks around the truck.
"Thanks." I lean in and start it up.
"Fucking eh!" he yells.
I pop the hood and let him look his fill.
"Gun it." He says.
Smiling to myself, I lean in and hit the gas, revving it a few times.
"Shit dude, you just gave me a woody."
I shut off the truck. "Luke," I extend my hand.
"Jake," he says, clasping it in a firm grip.
The door opens and a striking red head steps out. "I found him!" she yells into the house. "And he made a friend!"
"Hey Kitten, this is Luke." Jake thumbs at me.
"Luke, nice to meet you. I’m Erin. Dani’s best friend." She also extends her hand. "He wasn’t bothering you, was he?" Erin nudges Jake in the side.
"I was playing nice, I swear." Jake replies as he pulls on a piece of her hair.
"So, I heard you and Dani got a little hot and heavy last night." She wiggles her brows at me.
Damn, she just put it all out there.
"She told you?" I shouldn’t be shocked over this, but I am, and now I’m nervous to find out what else was said.
"Among other things. Like your non-dinner date." Erin nods with a smile. "She’s my sista from another mista. We tell each other everything."
Dear God.
Jake slaps me on the back. "You get used to it. I’ve been dealing with this for thirteen years," he leans in. "Doll knows the size of my dick just like Kitten will eventually know the size of yours."
Before I can say anything, the door flies open again. " Lucas! Did you bring booze?" Carrie yells.
I reach into the back of the truck and pull out a two-four of Canadian. "Yes CeCe."
Carrie claps her hands. "Good. Get in here. We finished off my case."
I follow Erin and Jake into the house, giving Carrie a kiss as I pass.
"Damn, Luke. You are looking extra fine tonight," Elle says as I place the case of beer on the counter.
"I do try."
Elle leans in and whispers, "it’s because of Dani, isn’t it."
I start putting the beer in the fridge when the laugh of the woman that has me tied in knots fills the air. It’s going to be awkward now that I know two people know what went down between Dani and me.
"Not at all."
"Liar." Elle laughs and heads out of the room, just to be replaced by Carrie.
"You going to join us, or do you plan on hiding in the kitchen all night?" Carrie deadpans.
I finish putting the beer in the fridge and grab two, handing one to Carrie as I straighten. "I was putting the beer away before you started hounding me to do it." I pop the top and chug half of it.
"Uh-huh. Sure." She grins as she takes a drink as well.
Carrie keeps smiling and wiggling her brows. "Gabe told you, didn’t he?" I finally say.
Shaking her head, she wraps an arm around my waist. "Dani did and I told Gabe." She smiles, all proud of herself. "I didn’t know that you two had a thing before last night?"
"I didn’t know you and Daniella talked after office hours," I counter with a raised brow.
Carrie screws up her face. "You’re not the boss of me after five o’clock." Carrie smiles then pouts. "Had to give Elle ten bucks because you guys made out in one month, but I got a fiver because your face ended up in her pussy."
I down the rest of my beer and reach around Carrie to grab another from the fridge. "Well, I’m so glad I could help bring some money into your life." I reply wryly.
She snorts. "Would’ve been better if it was the full twenty but, meh."
I drop my arm over her shoulders. "Sorry?"
Carrie slaps my chest. "Asshole." Taking my hand, she hauls me into the living room. "Look who I found." Carrie sings as she flings me onto the couch, next to Dani. Who is looking jaw dropping exquisite in a cute lavender summer dress and bare feet.
"Daniella."
"Archer." She finishes her beer and places it on the coffee table.
Four pairs of eyes are watching us, waiting to see what we’re going to do.
This is going to be the most awkward dinner I’ve ever been to.