Their Best Friend

Feisty

Grayson POV

I’m not sure what happened or how it happened, but it did. With Sammi, I’ve always had a soft spot for her, but making it known to her brothers that I think she’s hot enough to f**k wouldn’t end well. The film she had selected fascinated me, and there was no genuine justification for me to watch it with her.

I had already seen it, but I wanted to see her face, know how she reacted, and watch her body as the film progressed. Sitting there, I relished in every sign she made. Her quickened breathing, how she bit her f*****g lip. God, that was epic. I’ve seen Sammi in so many situations, but that one? It unlocked far more in me than I ever want to admit.

There she was, watching the screen as they f****d, her lip caught between her teeth. She squirmed slightly and moved to relieve the tension. If that wasn’t driving me crazy, when her tongue darted across her lip did. It was a good thing that her brothers had left us.

Her brothers know me well, and there would have been no hiding it from them. I knew it was wrong, but there I was anyway, watching her, every part of her. Her chest rose and fell, the way her fingers rubbed against her palm as if to calm herself down. How when something to do with s*x came on the screen, she adjusted her body slightly, and I swear each time she did, she turned towards me more and more.

If it was unintentional, I don’t care. To me, she was turning, moving closer to me, willing me to look and touch, and I almost did. It took everything to hold myself back. I waited for her reaction when the film ended, and she upped and left. She ran out of that room as if she had been affected by being so close to me. Is that possible?

For twenty minutes, I didn’t move until my raging hard-on died down, but I was still on the verge of going back there. Which is my fault for remembering how she bit her lip or imagining her tongue darting across my c**k.

It was hard to focus all day with her brothers. Then they announced they were going out, and I said I would join them later because I had plans. I didn’t; I just needed to do something to get her out of my mind, and that was what led to the whole shower scene.

There I was, with my c**k in my hand, reminding myself of her earlier in the day, so lost in her I didn’t see her standing there. At the last moment when I had come, I whispered her name, imagining her watching me. Little did I know she was; that was only made apparent when I heard the door bang and saw her stumbling to escape.

Then, I went too far. I planned to tell her it wasn’t her I was thinking of, but I got too close. For a moment, I forgot who she was, who I was, and how it was wrong. I’ve been friends with her brothers since I was born. In a way, they think I see Sammi as my little sister.

When I was younger, sure I did see her as my little sister, but that view has changed recently.

“Gray!” Zade waves his hand in front of my face. I glanced around in confusion. I got in my head and focused on what had happened. He sits laughing. “You’re the only guy I know who can have a woman dance naked on him and stare into space and not realise.”

They all laugh, but they aren’t wrong. I agreed to come to the strip club because I thought it would take my mind off Sammi, but it didn’t. If anything, it made me imagine her f*****g naked and dancing on me. “Clearly, I’m bored,” I shrug, laughing it off. “The same scenery gets boring after so long, Zade. Maybe open a new one?”

I’m not wrong, though. Coming here was great to start with, but now? It’s all the same women and dancers. Same moves. Nothing changed, and nothing is exciting. A new club would change that.

“You got an idea for a new club?” He looks at me, and I shrug.

“Well, how about a club where they don’t strip?” I look at them, and they laugh.

“What has gotten into you today, Gray?” Jax laughs.

“It’s an idea. Dancing and stripping down to lingerie is fine. Make it more of a lap dancing club, with poles and s**t. This place is great, but it’s like all the others. They strip entirely and dance on us. Nothing special,” I shrug slightly.

I’ve been to plenty of clubs, and this one is nothing amazing. There are no poles, no specialist dancing; it’s plain.

They sit and discuss it before we make our way back. When we get in, I see Sammi leaning over the kitchen side, her eyes fixed on her phone. I’ve never noticed it before, but now I do. I notice how she bites her lip a hell of a lot when she’s thinking or considering things.

She looks at us as we walk in, and her eyes roll.

“How was work, kiddo?” Jax looks at her.

“Jax, stop calling her that.” Zade glares at him.

“Sorry, Sammi,” Jax chuckles and waits.

“Great, fine as always.” She shrugs and takes a drink. I look at her, waiting to see if she explains why she was home early. I didn’t think at the time, but now? I realise she came home early.

“Any issues?” Zade hugs her and grabs out the beers.

“No, the usual shit.” She shrugs.

“But you were home early. Why?” I ask, and her eyes widen. Yeah, I’m a cunt.

“Why don’t you go get your own life rather than piggybacking on my brothers?” She snaps, and I smirk; now I’ve pissed her off.

“Never mind him. Why were you home early?” Zak looks at her and waits.

“I finished early,” she shrugs and walks, trying to leave. My body steps in her way.

“What are you doing? Tell him to move.” She turns and looks at Zade.

“No, Sammi. Now the truth, please, why were you home early?”

Her eyes glare at me. “Because I was fired, now move,” she shouts and pushes me out of the way. She goes to storm out of the kitchen, but Zade steps in front of her.

“Don’t just walk out; we need to talk,” Zade says. I want to know as well. She’s worked there for months. It’s a spot where I go alone sometimes and watch her as she serves the guys. She seems totally oblivious to the fact that those guys want her like she doesn’t even realise they are flirting.