Her CEO Stalker and Her Second Chance Mate Chapter 62

Carter

Briar walked out in a short black skirt, with zippers and and straps that hung from it, fishnets, and a black halter top that left little to the imagination. The side boob and cleavage paired with her exposed midriff had my primal instincts reeling. She had dried her hair and thrown the wavy tendrils up into those messy space buns I loved so much. Cute and undeniably sexy. My mouth fell open. Was I drooling? I closed it quickly.

“Surprise,” she said, a bit meekly.

I stood up from the couch and took her hand and spun her. Nothing but thin ties held the fabric around her neck and across her back. I whistled. “I might have to fight Lana tonight.” I admitted. Briar snorted, and it was cute.

“Too much?” Briar asked.

“No, it’s perfect,” I wanted to say ‘You're perfect,’ but I bit my tongue. “Mazzie and Lana will drool over you and forget about drilling me,” I said, with a grin. Briar gave me the desired reaction by rolling her eyes. “Come on, I fed the animals while you were drying your hair. We gotta get there before they eat all the pizza. Lana may look small, but she can put food away like nobody’s business. Briar chuckled and grabbed her bag. Outwardly, I smiled, but inwardly, I frowned. She always kept it ready to go. She may have unpacked it several times, but there was more than just her wallet and laptop weighing the backpack down.

I scooped Tucker off the back of the couch, Briar locked the door behind us, and we headed to the truck. 

When we got to Mazzie’s, as predicted, Lana had already demolished a pie on her own, the empty box open on the coffee table as she nursed the last slice, sprawled out on the couch with a beer in her hand. She paused, looking at us as we walked in.

“Wowzers!”she said, gaping at Briar. “I see why Carter prefers your company, and I don’t blame him,” Lana said. This woman didn’t possess a filter. Mazzie cleared her throat.

“She’s half a case in already, forgive her.” Briar just snorted and shook her head in amusement.

“Promise, Mazzie saved you some,” Lana said, patting her flat but full belly.” Mazzie snorted and walked us to the kitchen, where three more and one partially uneaten pie remained.

“Take your pick, Vick makes the best pizza in town, if you didn’t already know,” she said to Briar, who just smiled politely. She was still nervous, but she was taking it all in like a champ. I passed her Tucker, who nuzzled into her neck purring. She visibly relaxed as I piled two plates full, and Mazzie watched her, cooing at the cat with curiosity. Tucker didn’t like just anyone, and she was seeing their bond firsthand. I set the plates on the kitchen table before taking Briar by the shoulders and steering her to a seat. She sat obediently and set Tucker on the floor. The sounds of Rosie and Roxie, their pit mix, starting a game of tug of war in the living room, filtered through the house. That game wouldn’t end till they were both well pooped.

Mazzie placed a few beers in front of us, and I settled my knee into Briar’s. She glanced at me before looking at the pile of slices on her plate, bewildered.

“Best eat now, before the real drinking starts,” I urged her. She looked back at her plate and took a bite. She groaned happily, to my surprise, as Lana plopped down across from her. Even Mazzie was transfixed as Briar chased the cheese, forced to consume more than she intended. Goddess, was she deepthroating the pizza?  When she finally pulled the slice away, I cleared my throat and looked away. Mazzie turned to the cabinet above the sink and began to pull out the hard liquor. She already knew how this night would go for her; Lana wasn’t shy when she set her sights on someone. She poured four shots of whiskey. I guess we were starting early. Lana still watched Briar eat, unbothered she was gawking. Briar hadn’t seemed to notice or be bothered by her, so neither Mazzie nor I corrected her. Mazzie linked me then as she brought the glasses over. ‘You better claim your girl before mine wants someone for us to play with.’ Mazzie and Lana occasionally invited a third to play in the sheets? My brain stuttered.

I looked back at Lana who was still transfixed by Briar; shit, she was right. And any other single male would look at her the same.