“She knows how to play,” Jesse accuses, pulling his shirt off.

“She’s playing us,” Sy adds, taking his off. Fuck me, he’s gorgeous.

“Brooks, take yours off, too, baby,” Kelly calls out to a sleeping Brooks on the sofa.

“Hot damn, Jesse. I didn’t know you were walking around hiding all that,” Kadence announces, fanning herself at his impressive abs.

“I’m not liking this game anymore,” Sy remarks, crossing his arms over his chest. I swear the man is the sexiest male specimen I’ve ever seen. His full body tattoos are the biggest turn-on.

“What’s the matter, baby? Scared we’re going to beat you?” I stop checking him out and start with the taunts.

“You’re not going to beat us,” Jesse cuts me off. “If you stop drooling over your man here and take your shot, I’ll be able to take the next one and beat your ass.” His cocky attitude reappears. Jesse, it seems, doesn’t like to lose.

“Okay, Jesse,” I placate him, holding in my inner eye roll.

“Come on, Holly. You can do it!” Kadence claps to cheer me on.

Assessing my choices, I decide to sink my ball in the top right corner.

“Two ball, top right,” I call out letting them know I mean business. I take the shot and watch Jesse’s face fall went it rolls in the pocket.

“Ha! Drop ‘em, boys.” I can’t help the smile as it spreads across my face.

“What’s happening?” Nix stirs, causing us girls to laugh.

“Drop the pants, Sy,” I repeat, watching him. Carefully and slowly, he releases his belt and unbuttons himself, but not looking happy about it.

“You should strip it all off, sexy,” I tease. “Give us a taste of what you stopped us from having at Kadence’s bachelorette party,” I cheekily suggest, but playful Sy doesn’t join us. No, he just drops his denims to the floor and steps out of them. Jesus, the man is a sex god, standing there in his dark boxer briefs, fully inked body and looking every bit pissed.

“Pay attention, Holly,” Kadence demands, throwing Nix’s pants at his face when he grabs for her, thinking he’s getting some.

“We want them naked,” Kelly cheers, clapping her hands while her husband snores on the sofa.

“Too late,” Jesse says, dropping his pants, revealing no underwear, his naked ass on display for all.

“What the fuck, Jesse!” Sy stalks straight to me when he gets a look at Jesse’s cock. “Game fucking over. You win,” he says, picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder.

“But I’m not done,” I laugh, watching Jesse smile down at his cock.

“Oh, my God, Jesse. Stop that,” Kadence squeals, turning around. I can’t get a proper look, but I can see his hands behind his head and him swinging his body around. I can’t stop the laughter from erupting; it’s easy to imagine what the man-slut is doing.

“This is not funny, Holly. I can’t unsee that shit,” he growls, throwing his bedroom door open and kicking it shut.

“Oh, relax,” I laugh when he throws me down on his bed.

“You need to make me feel better. Make me forget you just got a look at Jesse’s cock,” he tells me as he loses his boxers and climbs into bed with me.

“Did you see how big he was?” I joke, gasping when Sy bites down on my thigh.

“Don’t fucking tease me,” he warns, making me laugh harder.

“I love you, do you know that?” I say, enjoying our night together in the clubhouse.

“I do, and I love you. Now strip, climb on and ride my face to make me feel better, like a good fucking girl,” he demands in his unique Sy way. Not wasting any time, I slip out of my dress and do as I’m told.

Because I’m Sy’s good girl.

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

Sy

“Katie?” I shout. It’s the same dream I’ve had so many times, but instead of Keira walking away from me, it’s Katie and she’s taking Keira with her. “Katie, don’t leave with her. Please don’t leave me…”

“Sy?” Holly's voice breaks through the fog of my dream. Dream or Nightmare? “Are you okay?” She sits up, looking down at me, concern etched all over her face. Fuck, another one.

“I'm good.” I climb out of bed, leaving her there and walk to the bathroom. Turning on the water, I splash some on my face and look up into the mirror.

“Sy?” Holly’s voice asks from the doorway. She’s wearing my worn club shirt and her panties. After I had taken her to bed earlier, I tried to get Jesse's nakedness out of my head by making her sit on my face. It worked until she reminded me again, causing me to spank her smart ass.

“I’m fine, Holly,” I snap, not meaning to.

“You’re not fine. Don’t snap at me.” Her arms cross over her chest. She looks cute standing there in my clothes, pissed off.

“Holly, just drop it.” I hate that this is still coming up. I haven’t had dreams of Katie before and now it’s freaking me out.

“Do you still love her?”

“What the fuck?” I turn to face her.

“Do you?” she asks again, not giving up. I don't think she's pissed, but it doesn't stop me from trying to shut this down.

“Holly,” I begin, not sure if this is the right time to talk to her. My head still feels hazy from my dream. What the hell was that dream?