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as it had years ago. Shit. He needed to get laid and laid fast or he wouldn’t be accountable for his actions as they pertained to Peyton and her ass and her breasts.
    And they were some nice breasts.
    They weren’t overly big, but they fit his hands and his mouth perfectly. No touch had ever been wasted when he had touched her. It pissed him off that her comment was made to all of the Kiels, but she intentionally overlooked him just as he tried to overlook her.
    “Let’s see.” Hayden said. “Another round of bottles and four more shots should do it. And a dance or two later wouldn’t break my heart.”
    Brent’s jaw clenched and his hands fisted until the knuckles turned white. Damn, Hayden and his aggravating ways.
    “How about another round for your brothers, a Coke for you and a hell no?” Peyton smiled as she popped the lids off the bottles and placed them in front of the brothers. Sometime during her answer Jason Kiel joined the brood. Evidently he’d lost interest in the female he’d been sweet-talking all evening.
    “Hell no to what?” Jason grabbed one of the bottles and turned it up.
    “Oh, nothing.” Peyton told him as she filtered liquid into the shot glasses in front of them. “Just telling this little boy here that I’m not on the menu this evening.” For good measure, she rubbed her hand through Hayden’s overly long hair and then smiled at Nick before collecting the money he offered her.
    She gave ample attention to each of his brothers, but ignored him without thinking twice about doing so. She had gotten good at doing that, looking right over him, but he was just as good as she was—or so he thought.
    “Boy? Hell, you’re more than welcome to feel again.”
    Peyton laughed and brushed off Hayden’s advances as she always did. The sound made Brent’s cock swell more than it already was—and that was saying something. After all these years and all that had happened between them, she could still make him harder than nails in a second flat.
    “So what’s the occasion?”
    “Bachelor party. Of sorts,” Nick supplied before taking the shot and grimacing.
    “Bachelor party, huh? So where’s the groom?” Brent watched Peyton lean against the counter and cross her arms over her chest. The action made her breasts plump and strain against the contours of her tight, white T-shirt. He wondered for a second if she knew what she was doing? Did she care that his zipper would be forever imprinted on his dick?
    “With his dearly beloved wife-to-be if I had to guess.” He couldn’t hide the disdain in his voice and he felt Hayden tense beside him as he spoke his feelings.
    “Your sarcasm is dually noted. Now that we know how you feel, how about another round? On me.” None of the brothers spoke as Peyton refilled their glasses. When she poured his, he glanced up to see her eyes looking into his. Her eyes said what her mouth didn’t have to. He had screwed the pooch and opened his damned mouth.
    “How about one more game before we call it a night?” Nick questioned Hayden before sliding off the stool.
    “Sounds good,” Hayden said as he grabbed the Coke Peyton poured for him. Brent caught the menacing look Nick flung his way as the two moved away from him and toward the pool tables. He shouldn’t have ever opened his fucking mouth. Nick had always held a soft spot for Willa. He knew better than to say anything. Things were just getting back to normal and he went and ruined it. If he were lucky someone would punch him square in the face for being such an asshole.
    “Someone needs to knock your hateful ass out,” Jason said as if he’d read his mind.
    Brent only grunted in reply.
    “I would, but I don’t want to ruin the boys night and I sure don’t want to cause Peyton any trouble.” Jason finished off his beer and handed the empty bottle to her. She was already waiting on it.
    “I appreciate it, Jason. I just got the jukebox replaced. Y’all busted it the last time you were