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"Get your hands of my girl," Matt stated coldly. James and Spence had ranged themselves behind him, looking every bit as implacable as him.
"No, no, no," I cried, jumping up. Or at least I tried to. I made it halfway, but Brad's arms held their grip and pulled me back down. When I landed, I could feel his hard cock underneath his pants, and wriggled my ass just a little, to see what he would do. Brad hissed out a breath, put his hands on my waist to help me stand up, and stood up himself, after a very quick and discreet rearranging of things. I was impressed, in more ways than one.
"Matty, this is Brad. Remember, we went to see him pitch back in August, and then we went to that dive bar where you hooked up with that girl with the legs?" It all came out in a rush, but people were starting to stare and I didn't want to be thrown out.
"What girl with the legs? Where was I?" Spence asked, as he grabbed an empty chair and seated himself at the table. He grinned at me, and I knew he knew that these guys were ok. I could have kissed him right then.
James was chatting with Eddie about something that made them both crack up, so I knew he was fine. It was just Matt. Looking at his face, he didn't seem pleased.
His eyes were still cold, but at least he wasn't snarling anymore. "Hey Brad," he said gruffly, nodding at the boys still seated.
"Girl with the legs, huh? Better than Cat's?" Brad teased, holding out his hands, suspect style, when Matt's face hardened. "Why don't you guys come sit with us? We'll buy you a round, have some laughs. What do you say?" he asked Matt, but looking at me.
Matt half-shrugged and I took that to mean "thanks but no thanks" so I started to shake my head and explain we were celebrating, but Brad didn't let me finish. He grabbed a roving waiter and asked for a round of shots, along with some champagne to be sent over.
"We can celebrate both, hon. My future with the Giants, and hisβ¦" he trailed off, questioningly.
When Matt didn't immediately volunteer the news, I jumped right in. "He just landed his first role on a real movie set! Isn't that amazing? And guess who he's working with?" I babbled excitedly.
Well, that got everyone excited, and the guys peppered Matt with questions, especially when they found out it was a war movie. The waiters came with extra chairs and place settings, and I moved away from Brad to sit down in one. My feet were starting to hurt. Just as I plopped myself down in between Matt and Brad, they both started talking to me.
"Fix your skirt, Cat. I'm not getting thrown out of here because you're being slutty," Matt burst out just as Brad exclaimed "Oh man, why didn't your skirt do that when you were on my lap?"
I looked down, horrified at the way the skirt had risen around my waist due to my unladylike sitting ability. Apparently when I sat, the hem of the already short skirt had caught on the fabric of the chair back, and I was now flashing that sexy black g-string Matt had picked out.
Furious with him for calling me slutty (even though I know he didn't
really
mean it), I tried to adjust my skirt discreetly while blasting him back. "Goddamn it, Matty, if your balls weren't so blue, you wouldn't have picked out this floss for me in the first place! And if you controlled your goddamn temper a little better, I would have had a laugh with these guys and come right back to the table."
He looked at me for a moment, considering. Then he shrugged, sheepishly, and chuckled. "What can I say, kitten? I didn't like the looks of him, and the looks he was giving your girls," he explained, gesturing toward my chest.
"Hey!" Brad exclaimed. "In my defense, they're great girls." I punched him in the arm. "What? They are! I mean, when you're working on me, I sorta forget you're a girl, ya know?"
"Yeah, she's a pretty good dude, for a girl," Spence leaned over to add.