Unfiltered & Undressed (The Unfiltered Series) by Payge Galvin, Meg Chance Page B

already.
    Zane started to help me rack the balls, but I gave him a look to let him know I didn’t need his help this time; I understood the pattern just fine. Since we’d won the last game, Em and I let the guys decide who would break, and Lucas decided to go first again, and again, he sank one ball on the first shot.
    Zane stayed glued to my hip, carrying my beer wherever I went. I couldn’t decide if he was trying to keep Will away with his presence or trying to charm me with his attentiveness, but he failed on both accounts, managing only to come across as clingy.
    Will didn’t seem to mind Zane’s nearness. In fact, if I didn’t know better, I’d swear it made him work harder to annoy me, or Zane…or both of us.
    Irritable at being stuck in such confined quarters with Will and having Zane buzzing around me like a bothersome gnat, I downed the last of my beer. “I’m getting another,” I announced, and when Zane started to follow, I held up a hand. “I got this.”
    I might as well have kicked a baby, the way he looked at me, but I didn’t care. My mood was sour, and having Zane underfoot when I went to the bar would only make it worse. I needed a little breathing room.

Chapter 13
    WILL
    I thought about not going after her, not because she looked particularly peaceful or anything, but because I was the reason she was fuming right now.
    But that was also why I wanted to interrupt. I liked that side of her—that hot temper of hers.
    Did that make me a little twisted? Sure it did, but it’s not like I could help what seeing her like that did for me any more than I could help noticing the way her nipples strained against the thin yellow fabric of her dress, or the way they’d hardened the moment she’d noticed me standing there.
    That was when I knew I wasn’t alone in this…whatever the fuck we were going through. She might not like it, but she felt something for me, same as I did for her.
    Her nipples didn’t get hard when that Zane kid hovered around her.
    “I had no idea you’d be here tonight, you know.” When she spun away from the bar to face me, her brown eyes flashed with fury and I almost felt bad. She might be attracted to me, but goddamn, I pissed her off, too.
    I knew I’d fucked up that night at the pool, when I’d lost control and let myself kiss her…touch her. Hell, I’d almost fucked her right then and there. I should’ve had some self-control, and if she hadn’t been so eager, I might have.
    I shifted uncomfortably, the memory making me stiff in my jeans, even now. God, even while she was glaring at me now I still wanted to fuck her. What did that say about me?
    “Well, now you know,” she spat. “So why don’t you just leave?” She sagged forward against the bar as the bartender, the same guy with the long dreads who’d served me the night I’d come in to get shitfaced after giving Lauren her private lesson, handed her another drink. She’d stepped up from beer, and was drinking something dark on ice.
    “Lauren, I’m sorry.”
    She shook her head, her eyes going all sad and soft, and that was a hell of a lot worse than being pissed because I wasn’t sure how to respond to sad. “I don’t even know what you’re apologizing for. I’m not the one you should say sorry to.” Her soft lips were so fucking tempting.
    “I’m not sure what—” I started, just as a raspy voice called my name, or at least a version of it.
    “ Billy ! Wondered when you’d be back for more.” The girl was as hot as my whiskey-drenched memory had recalled. She had on a black leather vest, seemingly with nothing beneath it, and a matching short leather skirt. Her black boots were more combat than cowboy, and the hot pink feather clipped in her hair was neither.
    But it was her legs I remembered most—long and tan, and silky smooth. This couldn’t possibly end well.
    Lauren was doing her level best to kill us both with her pointed stare, so I figured I ought to be polite and introduce