“She can dress in whatever the fuck she likes so long as I’m the one tearing her out of it later.” He gave Darcy a wicked smile and Tory tossed an empty beer bottle at his head. His hand snapped out, catching it at the last second as he turned his grin on her. “Problem?” “You’re being gross with my sister,” she complained. “Says the girl with her hand an inch away from my best friend’s cock.” Orion gestured to where Tory’s hand laid on Darius’s thigh.
Damnnn
