Page 20 of Sofa King Cute

The voice comes from behind us, and I turn to see Sawyer standing there.

“Where did you come from?” I ask.

He’s so damn tall I don’t know how I could have missed him. I should have spotted him the second he walked in the door, but Julius stole all my attention.

“I’m always around.” Sawyer shrugs, and I don’t miss how his eyes move up and down my sister. I think he might be admiring my handiwork.

"I've noticed," Julius grunts, and his words hang in the air. I look between the two men, wondering what I missed.

"I'm going home with Julius," I announce using my liquid courage. "Right?" I turn my head to peek up at him. "I can go home with you?"

"Always." I can't help the giant smile that overtakes my face. I won't be shocked if my cheeks hurt tomorrow. "I've got their tab." Julius pulls out his wallet, dropping a hundred onto the bar.

"I can cover Lane's drinks." Sawyer goes for his wallet, tossing his hundred right on top of the other.

"Hey," my sister cuts in. "I can pay for my drinks."

Lane sways on her feet, and I realize we’ve both had more drinks than we’re used to. Sawyer is there to wrap an arm around her waist to keep her steady.

“I’ve got mine. You got yours?” Sawyer directs his question at Julius.

“Yours?” Julius asks, and Sawyer gives him a firm nod.

“Wait, yours?” Lane’s brow pulls together. “Are you talking about me?”

“Let’s go, kitten.” Sawyer doesn’t answer her question as he guides Lane toward the door. I can see her snipping at him, but she doesn’t pull away.

She can try and fight it, but I know there’s something there. Something she’s not willing to admit.

“Sawyer likes your sister?”

“I think so.” I turn to face Julius. “I guess seeing him kiss me on the cheek bothered you the same way Lola putting her boobs in your face bothered me.”

His whole body tenses. “I didn’t want to?—”

“I know.” I run my hands up his chest, pressing myself against him. “Are we getting out of here?” I wiggle my brows at him. “Maybe I’ll show you my boobs.”

“Liv.” Julius lets out a low groan. It’s then I notice something very hard pressed to my stomach.

“Are you?—”

“We’re leaving.” He tangles his fingers with mine and pulls me toward the entrance. People move quickly to get out of his way, and I have to fight not to laugh.

"I've never left a bar with a man before," I tell him when we're almost to his truck.

"You don't need to leave the bar with other men."

"Because I’ve already got one?"

"You've always had me, Liv." Julius opens the truck door and lifts me into the passenger seat. He reaches over and pulls on my seatbelt, and I place my hands on his cheeks, stopping him.

I press my lips to his and then swipe my tongue along his bottom lip. The touch elicits another low groan, and it sends a hot shiver down my spine.

“I love when you make that groaning sound. It makes me feel sexy and like you can’t control yourself.”

“I can’t control myself. That’s the reason I ended up at Dixon’s.” My gentle giant kisses the tip of my nose before closing the door.

"Are we going to share a bed?" I ask when we're almost to Julius’s home. The world tilts a little, but maybe that was me. I’m tipsy.

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