"Hey, where are you guys going? We have to hit the hotel bar first. I need a shot." Easton calls to us as we continue to walk.

"Briar! You owe me." He yells, so I turn back and tug at Truex to do the same.

"Come on, guys. He'll just get louder." I say, to everyone. Knowing full well that Easton will not be ignored and so do the others. At the bar Easton orders double shots of whiskey for all of us.

"To Mya and Tate! May you have a long happy life together." Easton toasts and we all clink or drinks together. He orders another round and I try to reason with him. "No, we have to meet everyone tonight. We can't get wasted." I state, firmly. He ignores me and slides another glass my way. I roll my eyes as he hits his glass against mine and I begrudgingly pour the burning liquid down my throat.

"One more!" He insists.

"No, Easton!" I yell, trying to keep a straight face.

''Tequila this time!" He orders, over me. I can help but laugh. I can tell Mya is enjoying the drinks and Easton's party boy behavior is becoming infectious.

When the shots are dispersed we look at each other. "Last one, Easton." Mya warns, smiling wide.

"I can't guarantee that." He replies, grinning. He lifts his glass high. "We drink to forget the sound of Truex murdering Briar's vag-!" I leap at Easton, holding my hand over his mouth.

"Say one more word and I swear the only thing getting murdered, is you." I threaten, as Mya and Tate laugh.

He chuckles against my hand and nods. I take away my arm slowly, making sure its not a trick and he turns to Mya. "Come on battle buddy." He says, throwing his arm around her. "We survived a war zone." He jokes, and Mya agrees laughing loudly. They clink their drinks together and I look at Truex.

"I swear to God. I'm never having sex with you again if he mentions it one more time." I state, completely serious. He lifts his eyebrow in response, but gets up and taps Easton on the shoulder. He tells Easton's something that causes him to sober up just a little, and he nods his head in understanding. Good, now its over.

Easton pays a hefty bar tab and we walk to a restaurant Mya wants to try for lunch. Lunch is pleasant, simply because Easton doesn't say anything regarding noises or sex.

"What did you say to him back at the bar?" I ask, curiously. Sitting next to Truex at the table.

He looks over at me. "That's private." He answers, simply.

I scoff. "So was our first time, but we just shared that with everyone." I whisper, to him.

He groans. ''Lets go back to the room."

I ignore his needy eyes, knowing he's serious about going back to bed and ask again. "What did you say?"

"That I want to go back to the room with you." He repeats, adjusting himself under the table.

I growl at him and he smirks. "I told him that if he wanted any touchdowns this season, he better not say another word."

"So a football threat?" I ask, for clarification.

"Yes, Briar. A football threat." He replies, impatiently. "Now, can you fake a headache or something?"

"You're not having fun?" I ask, so far this is a pretty standard day for us. We drank too much, too fast, I got embarrassed and Mya laughs nonstop.

He gives me a narrowed look, "No."

I chuckle at his neediness. "You just had it, you don't need it again. If you do, then go pay for it, this is Vegas. There are a lot of working girls here, call one up." I encourage. "Plus, its a little tender down there." I add, shifting in my seat.

"How tender?" He questions, getting closer.

I look at him confused by his intensity. "I don't know. Is there a gage to measure tenderness?"

"One through ten. Ten being most painful or tender."

"I don't know like a 4?" I watch him close his eyes, slowly. "What?" I ask, noticing he's going from being in a bad mood to being in a even worse mood.

He shakes his head. "How I'm going to keep myself away from you?" He questions, completely serious.

I look at him at little shocked. "How often are you planning on having sex? If once a day isn't good enough, we might have an issue, because I like to walk...normally."

His eyes run the length of my body and I feel goosebumps rise on my skin. His gaze stops and locks on mine, but he doesn't respond just continues to look into my eyes.

"What are you two talking about? Truex looks like he's about to make a meal of you, Briar." Easton, interrupts.

Ignoring, Easton. I look at Mya and Tate. "How often do you two... sink the anchor?" I ask, curiously.

"Yeah, that's a conversation I want to have at a table with my brother." Mya, laughs.

"Whisper it to me." I suggest, leaning across the table.

She shakes her head amused but leans forward as well. "It depends on the day, but if we are together, anywhere from 1-3 times. Our record is four." She states, proudly.

"Wha-what? Is there nothing good on tv? That's a lot." I reply, shocked. "Everyday?"

"Its pretty normal and no, but when were together." She nods.

I glance over at Tate who's amused. Giving him a impressed look, I hold up my hand saying, "Well, you're an all start. High five."

"All star." Truex, corrects under his breath as Tate's meaty hand slaps my palm.

"Same thing." I reply. "We have to beat their record." I demand, looking up at Truex.

"I would like to participate, but I don't want any facts." He agrees, and I laugh.

"What's the number?" Easton demands to know.

"Easton, some things are private." Mya replies, sarcastically.

"Briar, asked the same question." He points out, faking outrage.

"I'm her best friend. Its okay if I ask." I say. Holding four fingers up while scratching a my forehead, telling him the number while I look around the room pretending innocence.

He laughs. "So, five times! That's impossible." Easton, states shaking his head adamantly.

"Especially, for her. She was a virgin until a couple hours ago." Mya, states narrowing her eyes at me. Not at all remorseful after I told Easton the number to beat.

Easton looks stunned, but the waiter comes to the table to take our drink order, yes we're continuing to drink after our lunch. I order and Easton quietly asks, "You were? What you said back at his house about not putting him...that wasn't a joke?" He questions, shocked.

I shake my head and look at, Truex. Who is glaring at his friend. My threat to cut him off, if Easton said anything about our sex life still fresh in his mind, apparently.

"Why?" Easton asks, puzzled.

"Stop." Truex tells him, but I respond anyway.

I tilt my head. "Oh, I was just waiting for the love of my life." I reply, poking Truex playfully.

"Really?" Easton replies, his eyes telling me he believes me.

I roll my eyes and explain more seriously. "Because, If you haven't noticed I don't like a lot of people. Especially, men. So, I just never did."

"But you did with him." He points out.

"Obviously." I state.

"Why?"

"He's pretty to look at." I reply, shrugging. "And he's good with his mouth." I add, mischievously. Waiting for Mya, to react.

"Ugh!" Mya, says shaking her head disgusted. I laugh not at all disappointed. Easton looks like he's going to ask more questions but before he can Truex stands up and drags me with him out of the restaurant.

"Where are we going?" I ask, confused.

"I think we should talk." He answers, as he keeps our pace rapid.

"Slow down, I have a quarter of the legs that you do." I complain. He slows down to a much more manageable stride and I glance at his face. He's angry, its not get back to the room I want to do you. Its borderline hostile. "Why are you so

mad?" I ask, unable to keep the words from flying out of my mouth.

He glares at me, "Why do you think?"

"Oh, don't you dare do that. Just tell me what it is?" I demand.

He refuses to speak as we get on the elevator and people join us. By the time he opens the door to our suite, I have gone through the table exchange a million times. He holds the door for me and I walk in, I turn to him when I hear the door close.

"I'm going to ask you a question and I want a serious answer." He states.

"Okay."

"Why did you sleep with me?" He questions, crossing his arms and leaning back against the door.

"Because, I wanted to." I reply. Judging by the look on his face thats not enough. "Truex, I like you. I do, but this shit is driving me crazy. Just tell me why you're mad."

"I'm nice to look at and good with my mouth." He replies, angrily stepping towards me.

"You can't be mad about that! It was a compliment." I point out.

Standing directly in front of me he scowls. "I would've thought you'd choose me for a different reason."

I shrug, nervously. "We're kind of together, is that it you want to me to say? That we're a couple?" I ask, as he steps even closer bringing me flush against the front of his body. "Are you faking being mad to get me back in bed?" I question, suspiciously as his arms go around me, his fingers tunneling through my hair.

"No, but I have an idea."

"Okay." I reply, apprehensively.

"We won't be leaving this room until I get the answer I want. You start talking or I make you talk." He threatens.

"What does that even mean?" I ask. I know what he wants to hear, making me anxious and my heart race. His mouth is on mine in an instant, hungry and hot. Surprised I kiss him back matching his enthusiasm. He lifts me up carrying me to the bathroom and turning on the shower. "You're going to make me bathe?" I question, thinking more and more his anger was just a cover.

After undressing me and then himself he moves us under the hot spray of the shower. His hands move all over me, soaping and caressing every part of my body. I moan loudly when he massages my inner thighs with his strong fingers. His hand grazes my pleasure point and I arch against him. When he doesn't move back I pout until he drops to his knees, his mouth replacing his fingers kissing and licking his way around my center. He stands up suddenly and I step back, his arms go around me bringing me back against him. I feel his want as it brushes against my stomach, I reach out for it only to have my hands pulled behind my back and secured by one of his. I gasp as my back hits the wall and his mouth punishes mine. With his free hand he cups my sex parting me and dipping into my moist heat, my head drops back against the tiles.

"Do you want me?" He asks, huskily.

"Yes." I answer, pulling at my restraints.

"Tell me what I want to hear, why me?" He whispers, in my ear. Licking the sensitive spot on my neck.

"I already told you, I like you." I argue. Knowing full well what he expects an, I love you, but I can't say it.

"You more than like me. Admit it." He orders, as his fingers stop moving.

My eyes snap open and I glare at him. "I don't want to."

He glares back briefly and shuts off the water. He steps out and grabs a towel wrapping it around himself and takes another and turns to me. Then he motions for me to get out of the shower and I do, he starts patting me dry and when

he's done wraps it around my body.

Leaning down, he kisses me quickly and looks into my eyes, "I love you."