*Lucas*
I stood outside of Nostalgia, just outside Sasha's view. Donovan kept his arm securely around her shoulders and plied her with drinks. She was madder than a wet cat, and kept drinking, more than I was comfortable with.
But then, I'd been nearly plastered by the time I'd gone to the bar. The only reason I left home at all was because Brady, the asshole, finally hid the booze.
Donovan. If he hadn't inserted himself into our little world, I might have Sasha beneath me right now, I thought, palming her luscious breasts while exploring her sweet mouth with my tongue. Then I'd have gone lower, and lower still, until she begged for it. And being the gentleman I was, I would have given it to her, long into the night.
I shook my head to clear it of those thoughts. Just as I did, I met
