Chapter 4
Four
COLT
My brothers banter around me while we are at the back of Sidelines playing pool on one of the four tables.
The only brother missing is Huxley, who had to work at the hospital. Our parents are babysitting—which is the norm when he’s scheduled for those marathon shifts.
The rest of us are unwinding after a long day, though technically Tatum and Tristan can’t call this downtime since they own Sidelines, but they take time to hang out and enjoy what they have built.
Classic rock is humming from the jukebox that they had installed. They went all out with the sports theme but also kept it classy.
“Did you see that chick who rolled in with her Audi R8 Spyder?” Ridley asks me, and I look up at him from beneath my lashes as I am bent over, ready to take my shot.
“You mean the chick with her tits and ass hanging out in this weather?”
His grin widens and he wiggles his eyebrows. “Yeah, that’s the one.”
“I saw her.” I shrug, and he sighs dramatically.
“Fuck you for being so gay that you cannot appreciate a fucking hot chick when you see one,” he jokes.
“I may be gay, brother, but I know a hot chick when I see one. I also know desperate when I see it.”
He chuckles, shaking his head before taking a drink from his pint.
“I need to get laid; these long shifts are killing my hook-up time,” Cormac whines.
He is thirty, but he is as horny as a teenage boy with how many women he fucks in a week. His baby face gets him all the fucking women; he only has to smirk and they drop to their knees for him.
“Man, I am surprised that your dick has not rotted off yet,” I throw at him, making him laugh.
He winks. “I wrap up my cock, brother. No chick is trapping me with kids or passing on whatever STD they might have.”
“And the women of the world thank you,” I retort, making him laugh harder.
“What about you, Riv? Any new potentials lately, or are you still hung up on a man you refuse to touch?” I see the challenge in his eyes, and I flip him off.
“Fuck off, Cor.” I chuckle.
They may rib me, but I know it is all good-natured fun. They want what is best for me and seem to think that River could be that person.
For years since he arrived in our town, I have watched him, flirted with him, and he’s returned each and every flirtatious comment, but I’ve fought the urge to touch him.
There’s something about the way River moves that calls to me. Always with a teasing smile that seems to linger in the air long after he walks away. Every exchange between us is charged, electric, leaving me itching to touch him more, to bury my cock so deep in his ass that he feels me for days.
Sometimes I wonder if he feels it too—the pull, the temptation. Would he want to be involved with someone like me, someone who wants to take care of all of his pleasure? To make sure that he is safe, cared for and loved, but also left sated after sex.
It pleases me, seeing my partner satisfied; it turns me on knowing that I am the one bringing them to climax.
“Have you seen the new guy we have working here?” Tatum asks me.
Shaking my head, I look at him.
He nods over to where there is a guy carrying a tray of drinks, smiling shyly at people who talk to him.
“He is Patty’s grandson; he moved here to help her out during the holidays. She said that he needs to work to develop more social skills, because his other job keeps him locked in an office,” he explains.
“He is shy as fuck but polite and knows how to work a bar. Seems nice enough.” My brother adds.
Watching the man walk around the room, my body reacts to his smile, the way his body moves, and even though he is not trying to be sexy, he is to me.
Damn. Dressed in jeans, and a black button down shirt, he looks good.
His hair is dark, with a curl to it, and my fingers itch to run through the thick strands.
Why is my body reacting like this to a man I have not even met? He must sense me watching him because he looks up, and our eyes meet for a split second before he looks away, making me smirk.
“His name is Theo, and he is gay. Miss Patty has been telling anyone who will listen.”
I cough, dislodging the need in my throat as I watch Theo scurry away behind the bar.
“He is cute, no? Maybe take him for a test drive,” Cormac teases.
Fuck.
Changing the subject, I look to the twins. “How has the bar been doing? The Christmas crowd filling the registers?”
Tatum tilts his head. Being the more levelheaded one of the two, he knows I am switching the attention off me because of River.
“Since we added the new Christmas menu like Mom suggested, things have been busy. Most lunch hours we are filled to the brim. People like simple yet tasty Christmas favorites,” Tristan offers.
“That is good, right?”
“Fuck yeah. Chicks are now coming in on their lunch break, so we get a little action.” He wiggles his eyebrows, making me chuckle at him.
Both he and Cormac are like fucking horndogs. Huxley is more reserved, like Ridley, but the twins and Cormac fuck anything that smiles at them or flashes a set of tits.
“We spoke to Susan down at the inn, and she said that she is fully booked right through to the end of January. So, tourism is up big time. Our little town is raking in the cash, brother.”
“Old man Davy said the same thing. His store has had to order more stock to keep up with demand,” Tatum adds.
“Silverpine is the perfect place to be to celebrate Christmas.”
As the boys carry on talking, I lean against my stool, half an ass cheek on it, while I watch the game playing on the TV that is closest to us.
There are eleven TVs around the bar in total. They mostly play different sports, but some play the same game, depending on how popular that game is.
My shoulders feel tight, and I know that a good long ride on my 2020 Harley-Davidson Softail is needed, and soon. Tension has been a daily thing for me the last few weeks; in fact, ever since I had a dream about fucking River and a faceless man.
The dream still lingers with me, days after I woke up coming all over myself.
The hair on the back of my neck stands on end, and my body coils, sensing him before I see him.
I straighten my spine and look across the room to see River walking toward the bar with his friends close behind him.
“Speak of the devil.” I ignore Ridley, my gaze tracking River.
He walks with so much confidence, and why shouldn’t he? He is fucking gorgeous.
River is wearing light-green pants that are just tight enough to hug his thighs, and a satin shirt with flowers on it, the buttons open down to his sternum.
I trace his body with my gaze, taking in every sweet inch of him, wishing I could touch him in ways that I have only dreamed about.
With a honed focus, I watch as he orders a drink, leaning across the bar to talk to the bartender. As they smile and flirt, my grip on my pool stick tightens. He is not mine; he can flirt with and fuck whoever he wants.
Fucking hell.
As if he can sense my stare and anger, River, with his forearms still on the bar top, turns his head, looking over his shoulder. His pale green eyes meet mine, and a smirk moves across his kissable lips.
He holds my gaze for what feels like hours, then he turns to speak to his friend, picks up his drink, and starts walking in my direction. I watch as he steps toward me, my dick half swelling in my pants.
Someone pushes their chair out, colliding with his hip, and I am on my feet before I can stop myself.
“Be fucking careful,” I growl down at the fuckhead who knocked River.
With wide fearful eyes, he stutters an apology.
“Are you okay? You should be more careful where you are walking. Fuck, I bet your hip will bruise,” I force out.
Hating the idea of his creamy skin being marked by anyone but me, my blood boils. Glaring at the guy again, I growl and he jumps up, running from the bar. A hand on my chest draws my attention from the prick, and looking down at River, he smiles wide, arousal in his eyes.
“Now that was hot as fuck, Colt, baby, but I am perfectly okay.”
I blink at his words, stepping back, and I see the light in his eyes dim a little. I feel like a cunt for doing that, but in true River fashion, he brushes it off and smiles wide, turning on his flirty charm and heading toward my brothers.
“Fuck me, this is going to be a long night,” I mutter as I check out how amazing his ass looks in those pants.