She nods. “Exactly. You won’t make it.”
“You’re crazy. This car is a total babe magnet.”
She perks a brow. “If you need a car to draw babes to you, you need to reevaluate life.”
I laugh as I walk around, opening her door. She looks over at me and then holds out her hand to the door. “See, this attracts the babes.”
I scoff. “Who said you were a babe?”
She cracks up. “Good one.”
“Well, you’ve come at me with an arsenal of insults.”
She beams up at me as she sits down in the black seat. “I’ve been thinking of them since your mom sent me the picture of you and DumbleDee here.”
I glare as I pet my car. “Hey, his name is Rocket. Be nice. He has feelings.”
Ally scoffs. “Naming your car after your penis won’t make it grow.”
“Wow.”
“I know. That was off the top of my head,” she says happily, and I roll my eyes exaggeratedly as I shut her door on her laughter.
Once I’m in the car, I back up, and she’s on her phone texting. I’m pretty sure I know who she is texting, but I don’t want to actually know. So, I don’t ask. When she tucks her phone into her purse, I feel her gaze on me as I turn out of the dorm parking lot. “I’m worried about Angie.”
“Really?” I ask, bringing my brows together. “She’s still acting weird?”
“Yeah, really weird. She won’t even look at me, and on the court today, she was not herself. We weren’t clicking.”
“Huh. That’s not good.”
“My thoughts exactly. I was going to take her out tonight, try to get her to talk to me. But when I asked her to, she said no. I don’t think she wants me to cancel my date with Taco.”
When I hold in my groan, I’m proud of myself. “I would think your friend is more important than that asshat.”
She shrugs. “Of course she is, but she said no. I think I’m going to get us lunch tomorrow and go on a picnic. It’s supposed to be a beautiful day.”
I nod. “Good plan. And for real, seventy in the middle of winter.”
She flashes me a wide grin. “Welcome back to Tennessee, DumbleDee man.”
“WTF, man. WTF.”
She makes a face. “Did that new phrase come with the car? You know you can just say ‘What the fuck,’ right?”
A chuckle tickles my throat. “Shut up! You know you love my car.”
She laughs. “It’s pretty sexy, but I can’t let go of the fact that I fear you may start wearing muscle shirts and get a spray tan. You’ve already got the ’roid muscles and tats.”
I holler out with laughter. “You’re on a roll!”
She giggles, and I love the sound. I especially love how her nose wrinkles when she laughs. “I know. Your mom set me up good. I’ve had hours to think these up.”
Our laughter fills the car as we drive to the shop. Any other guy would be offended by Ally, but I happen to love her sense of humor. It matches mine. “I’ll have to thank my mom for that.”
“She really is the MVP of today.”
I shake my head. She crosses her legs as she keeps laughing. Of course, I notice since all I can see are her milky white legs and the definition in her thighs from her muscles. Her shorts are short, but her warm-up jacket is long. Usually, it would cover the part of her thighs that is showing, but thankfully for me, it’s not at the moment.
Which makes the drive to the shop real, real hard.
We arrive sooner than I expected, thankfully. Don’t think my cock could handle those thighs much longer. As we get out, I lock up and start to walk toward her. She adjusts her shorts, which show way too much of the back of her thighs for my uncontrollable cock to handle. On an exhale, I ask, “Could your shorts be any shorter? I thought you couldn’t wear your Spanx outside?”
She gives me a dry look. “Whoa, stalker. These aren’t Spanx. And why are you looking at my shorts?”
“How can I not? Your ass is falling out!”
She quickly moves her hands to the back of her shorts, a shocked look on her face. Her cheeks are filling with color, and holy hell, she’s beautiful. “It is not! Why are you looking?”
“Ally, I can’t ignore your thighs and ass when they are on display.”
She blinks and narrows her gaze. “Wait, are you checking me out?”
I throw up my palms. “Whoa, crazy. Tuck it back in. That’s a long shot. I’m just making an observation and trying to save you from the horndog men who will check you out!” Her eyes drop to my crotch, and I quickly cup my junk so she can’t tell I’m hard.
Because, of course, I’m hard.
It’s her ass, for fuck’s sake.
“Jesus, Ally! Did you look at my cock?” I squeal, and her eyes widen, her eyeballs almost coming out of her head as her mouth gapes.
Then, we’re in a standoff. Her holding her ass, and me holding my balls. I have no clue what she is thinking, but for me, I really wish I could be the one holding her ass and her holding my balls. That would be a damn good time, but then I remember who I am thinking of.
I let go of my balls and hold up my hands. “Okay, that escalated.”
“Um. Yeah,” she says sharply. “Don’t look at my ass.”
“Fine. Don’t look at my cock.”
A blush fills her cheeks. “I didn’t.”
“You did.”
She lets out a huff and then starts for the door.
And I watch that ass sway with no guilt whatsoever.
Which is bad, so damn bad.
I really need to get laid.
Once inside, though, I make myself forget all about her ass, and hopefully, Ally forgets about our little dispute outside. Soon, I’m immersed in everything wedding. It’s honestly awful. Shelli is so determined on what she wants, and Elli feeds into it like no other. Even Mom and Harper are gushing and pumping up Shelli for every idea she has. I don’t know how Aiden and Posey got out of this, but it annoys me that I’m in this situation.
The wedding was supposed to be small. Just Posey and me at the altar, but then Aiden wanted his buddies from his team, Boon and Wes, to be in the wedding too. Because of this, Shelli added Ally and her cousin, Amelia. That’s not the part that is annoying—no, I don’t mind more people suffering with me. But now that we have a group, we can do a group dance.
I wish I were kidding.
This is a fucking circus.
“So, the guys will just wear their tuxes for the dance, but I want something special for me and the girls. This is the dress I want,” Shelli says as she presents Ally like she is a brand-new car on the Price is Right.
I watch as Ally steps onto the little platform, and all the women ooh and aah as she poses silly for everyone. Me, I’m just glad the person fitting me is a dude because he is staying clear of my cock, for sure. Ally lets her hair down, and it sweeps across her shoulders as she fluffs the skirt that shows all of the thighs I was checking out earlier. The dress is backless with a tie at the top, but the front has a deep plunge that is sheer and covered in crystals. It’s the most amazing color of blush pink that makes her skin glow.
She’s stunning.
“Pretty sure Posey’s boobs will fall out of this,” she says, moving her hands along her breasts, which in return makes me look harder at them.