Grant shrugged. “Just groupies.”
“What did they give you?” I asked curiously.
He unfolded the note and passed it to me. I glanced down and saw that a room number was scrawled on it. Lovely.
“Is it always like this?”
“Nah, Princess. Normally, I take them home,” he said, pulling me close to him. “But the only person I’m taking home with me tonight is you.”
I hadn’t doubted that for a second—okay, maybe a second—but hearing that helped.
“Oh f**k!” Grant groaned.
“What?”
I glanced over in the direction where he was looking, and I saw exactly what he’d meant.
Sydney had just shown up in the most outrageous outfit for a ski lodge. She was in a teeny-tiny skirt that showed off a large rose tattoo on the outside of her right thigh. She was shrugging out of a parka, and underneath was an insanely low black tank top, displaying her half sleeve. She was wearing some god-awful cowboy boots that made it look a bit like she was trying to be Daisy Duke. Eyes followed her as she approached us. She was all smiles while her boobs bounced with her wavy brown hair trailing behind her. If this was her normal clothing choice, I suddenly understood where she had disappeared to this afternoon.
“Hey, cuz,” she said in greeting.
“Didn’t I tell you to behave?”
“Didn’t I say I’d try?” She gestured down. “I tried…but failed. Now, where is Vin?”
My eyebrows shot up at that. Sydney is interested in Vin? Cheyenne was gorgeous and forward, but she didn’t dress like that.
Grant sighed and pointed Vin out. He was standing only a few feet away from us by the fire, chatting up some girl.
“Thanks,” she said with a wink. “Oh, Aribel…”
“Hey, Sydney,” I said softly.
I didn’t know what it was about her, but at that moment, she made me feel about two feet tall. I’d never be comfortable in an outfit like that, not that I needed that kind of outfit or anything. Wow. When did I turn into such a girl?
She flicked the dog tags hanging down between my br**sts. “Nice necklace.”
“Thanks,” I said as she sauntered away. “She’s, uh…something.”
“Ignore her. She’s trouble.”
“Sounds like someone I know.”
“You have no idea,” he said, slapping me hard on the ass.
I squeaked, and that only made his insufferable smirk widen.
“Watch this,” he said, gesturing to Sydney. “It’ll be entertaining.”
My eyes returned to Sydney, who had since pushed the girl Vin had been talking with out of her way.
“Vin, baby,” she cooed, slithering into his grasp and running her hand temptingly down his chest.
“Sydney, I’ve f**king missed you.” His hands ran down her sides to grab her ass. He looked like he’d just won the jackpot.
“Oh God, it’s so good to see you. I’ve missed these huge muscles.” She grabbed his biceps and squeezed. Her eyes fluttered closed, like she was going to orgasm.
I almost felt rude for intruding.
I glanced over to Cheyenne. She was standing not too far off, and she was watching the whole scene, like everyone else. She was fuming, and her face was as red as her hair.
“Syd, you know you can have these…muscles anytime you want,” Vin said, thrusting her hips against him to emphasize exactly what he’d meant.
Her hand slipped between them, and his eyes widened further.
“I’ve been dreaming about your dick. Actually, I’ve been dreaming about you drilling it into me.”
“Let me take you upstairs right now and give it to you, baby,” he groaned. “I got all the dick you’ll ever need.”
“All four inches?” she asked with a devilish smirk. “Or is it five now?”
The watching crowd started laughing at her insult. I covered my mouth and shot Grant a look. He nodded his head back to them as if to say, It gets better.
“You know I’m a solid eight inches. Don’t even mess around.”
“Eight inches? What are you measuring with?” Her hands made quick work with his belt and then went for the zipper next. “Let me get a good look just to make sure.”
“You’ve f**king seen it before. The next time you see it, we’ll measure it inside your pu**y where it belongs.”
“Oh, Vinny,” she cooed, “we all know you’re an ass man.” She winked.
“I’d f**k your ass, too.”
Sydney turned and shimmied her body down his and then back up, gripping his hips. Then, she wrapped her arms around his neck, tilted her head back, and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. “Maybe next time, lover,” she said before walking away from him.
“Is it just a game?” I asked, trying to comprehend what I’d just witnessed.
“One they’ve been playing since she got tits,” Grant told me. “Vin always made fun of her when she was a kid, and then she turned out…well, like Sydney. He’s wanted all over that ever since. I think she gets more amusement out of torturing him.”
“So, she’s not even interested in him?”
“Last I checked, no.”
“Still no,” Sydney said, coming up behind me. “No Vin for me, but I think your friend digs him.”
I turned back to Vin and saw that he had Cheyenne pressed against the side of the brick fireplace. Their lips were locked, and hands were roaming all over the place.
“So, are you going to come home for the holidays?” Sydney asked Grant. She seemed completely unperturbed by what had happened. “Randy was pissed that you missed Thanksgiving.”
Randy—that name sounds familiar. “Wait, Randy from the pizza place?”
“Uh…yeah,” Sydney said, eyeing me suspiciously. “Duffie’s.”
“Syd…” Grant said softly.
“Why would he be pissed that you missed Thanksgiving?” I asked hesitantly.
Grant just looked down.
Sydney answered for him, “Because Randy’s my dad. Sydney Duffie. Nice to meet you.”
My mouth dropped open as it all came together. Randy was Sydney’s dad. That made Randy…Grant’s uncle. No wonder they had been so accommodating when we were there. We’d had the best seat in the place. Randy had been so happy to see Grant and to see that he had brought a girl to the restaurant. I didn’t know why he hadn’t told me that it was his uncle’s place before this moment.