saying, Reed,” Gavin soothed. “It’s not really testing them so much as it is testing whoever has been watching us. I’m sure we were tailed earlier today and yesterday as well. I keep catching glimpses of the same odd-looking gringo wherever we go. I want to test my hypothesis that he’s connected to the women.”
“I think it’s a great idea,” Giles said as he zipped up his leather motorcycle jacket and pulled his fingerless gloves on. His scarlet hair even more striking against all the black he clad himself in.
“Let’s boogie!” Always the liveliest, Dallas jumped at the chance to get out of town a little bit and break loose.
Reed resigned and grabbed his motorcycle helmet. There was no use arguing when it was three against one.
* * * *
The brothers sat around the ‘L’ of the bar at Diego’s. Reed and Gavin sat with their backs to the wall facing the entire room while the other two sat around the corner looking into the mirror to see behind them but still able to see the door and those coming through it. They were an intimidating and fiercely handsome group, definitely hard to miss and harder to ignore.
They didn’t usually frequent Diego’s. It was a few towns over and a bit ‘flashier’ to attract a younger crowd and the visitors or tourists who frequented this are of Argentina. The crowd was diverse, but it was definitely much younger than the bothers—at least Gavin, anyway. He was feeling quite ancient and out-of-place. Often, they would try to blend in better, but not tonight. Tonight, he insisted that they come here and stay out in the open to bring out these stalkers.
“If we stand out amongst that crowd, don’t you think a suit is going to stand out even more?” Gavin had asked his brothers.
“What if he’s not wearing a suit?” Dallas could be naïve at times, but at the same time, he did have a good question.
“I just don’t think he or she will be able to blend in well, even if he’s not in a suit,” was Gavin’s response.
What he was truly hoping (but was not about to admit to himself or his brothers) was that the suit would inform the girls of their location, and he could see Tessa again. He craved the scent of her hair, the softness of her skin, and the sweetness of her breath so much that at times, it made him feel drunk with pain and longing. He replayed that night at her door over and over in his mind up until she walked into the house. Then he let his imagination take over and provide the details of a better ending. He knew that, if given the opportunity, it would take all of his might and willpower not to allow himself to lose control with her, and to be quite honest, Gavin wasn’t sure that he wouldn’t lose himself to her. There was something incredibly satisfying and peaceful about the prospect of giving in to Tessa, to his desires for her. It felt. . . right. She felt to him like the sun around which he should be rotating, and without her, he seemed lost, without a path and without his center.
Then, almost as if his thoughts had conjured her into existence, he saw her walk through the door. At first he did wonder if he were imagining this scene, but then Giles sat up straighter and nudged his brother’s elbow, and Gavin felt a current rush through Reed beside him. Dallas’ face lit up when he saw Gillian, but then he tried to subdue his visible pleasure.
The girls acted like they didn’t see them and made their way over to one of the tall bar tables with no seats. Dara hit the bar, squeezing in between a few nice-looking locals who gave her just enough room to order while still allowing their bodies to press up against hers. Gavin knew that she loved the attention and the physicality of it. That was why she was perfect for his brother. They were practically the same.
Dara allowed herself to be gazed upon, often bringing her hand to her throat and her décolletage, drawing the guys’ attention to her rising cleavage and full breasts. Most of
“I think it’s a great idea,” Giles said as he zipped up his leather motorcycle jacket and pulled his fingerless gloves on. His scarlet hair even more striking against all the black he clad himself in.
“Let’s boogie!” Always the liveliest, Dallas jumped at the chance to get out of town a little bit and break loose.
Reed resigned and grabbed his motorcycle helmet. There was no use arguing when it was three against one.
* * * *
The brothers sat around the ‘L’ of the bar at Diego’s. Reed and Gavin sat with their backs to the wall facing the entire room while the other two sat around the corner looking into the mirror to see behind them but still able to see the door and those coming through it. They were an intimidating and fiercely handsome group, definitely hard to miss and harder to ignore.
They didn’t usually frequent Diego’s. It was a few towns over and a bit ‘flashier’ to attract a younger crowd and the visitors or tourists who frequented this are of Argentina. The crowd was diverse, but it was definitely much younger than the bothers—at least Gavin, anyway. He was feeling quite ancient and out-of-place. Often, they would try to blend in better, but not tonight. Tonight, he insisted that they come here and stay out in the open to bring out these stalkers.
“If we stand out amongst that crowd, don’t you think a suit is going to stand out even more?” Gavin had asked his brothers.
“What if he’s not wearing a suit?” Dallas could be naïve at times, but at the same time, he did have a good question.
“I just don’t think he or she will be able to blend in well, even if he’s not in a suit,” was Gavin’s response.
What he was truly hoping (but was not about to admit to himself or his brothers) was that the suit would inform the girls of their location, and he could see Tessa again. He craved the scent of her hair, the softness of her skin, and the sweetness of her breath so much that at times, it made him feel drunk with pain and longing. He replayed that night at her door over and over in his mind up until she walked into the house. Then he let his imagination take over and provide the details of a better ending. He knew that, if given the opportunity, it would take all of his might and willpower not to allow himself to lose control with her, and to be quite honest, Gavin wasn’t sure that he wouldn’t lose himself to her. There was something incredibly satisfying and peaceful about the prospect of giving in to Tessa, to his desires for her. It felt. . . right. She felt to him like the sun around which he should be rotating, and without her, he seemed lost, without a path and without his center.
Then, almost as if his thoughts had conjured her into existence, he saw her walk through the door. At first he did wonder if he were imagining this scene, but then Giles sat up straighter and nudged his brother’s elbow, and Gavin felt a current rush through Reed beside him. Dallas’ face lit up when he saw Gillian, but then he tried to subdue his visible pleasure.
The girls acted like they didn’t see them and made their way over to one of the tall bar tables with no seats. Dara hit the bar, squeezing in between a few nice-looking locals who gave her just enough room to order while still allowing their bodies to press up against hers. Gavin knew that she loved the attention and the physicality of it. That was why she was perfect for his brother. They were practically the same.
Dara allowed herself to be gazed upon, often bringing her hand to her throat and her décolletage, drawing the guys’ attention to her rising cleavage and full breasts. Most of
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