Whiskey's Second Chance

12: Hips Don't Lie

Whiskey POV

    I ran my fingers through my hair, trying not to pull it all out before I was 35, standing awkwardly in the store. The things I do for you, Kaitlyn. I swear Kayla better be there and appreciate the pain I'm going through now, or else this may not be worth it.

The tailor finished doing whatever she was working on and stood back. Her eyes took me in like a tall drink of water, and under any other circumstances, I would have gladly shown her a good time in the back room. But she was too small, not filling out her lips and chest the way Kayla does. My dick twitched at the thoughts, picturing Kayla's green eyes taking me in, running her hands through my hair...fuck.

Ace walked out in a black suit with a white button-up shirt, just as Kaitlyn requested. Blade whistled from behind me. Blade wasn't wrong. Ace looked sharp, while I looked out of place.

"Don't," Ace growled out at us.

I held out my hands, backing away from the mirror, letting him take the podium. Only for our club princess would we stray from our traditional "backyard hoedown", as she called it, for a destination wedding. Tuxes included.

Ace's phone rang and an audible sign left Ace's lips and Kaitlyn's face popped up on his phone.

"Hey babe," she beamed.

"Hi, Angel."

"Okay, let me see you all," Kaitlyn said, as we all moved into view so she could see each of us.

"Aww y'all look so good! But you know you can lose the jackets, right...all I ask is for the white shirts," she laughed.

Our pained and uncomfortable expressions were clear as we showed her our monkey suits. Collectively, we let out a breath and thanked her as she laughed and said goodbye.

The brothers changed back into their normal attire, but Ace stopped me. "Are you going to ask Kayla to the wedding?" he asked with a slight smirk on his face.

Trying to hide my surprise, I turned to my brother. Guess Tiger wasn't the only one who saw right through me.

Is she going to the wedding? Do I still have to ask her? What if she didn't want to go or go with me?

Ace's hand clapped on my shoulder, jarring me from my thoughts.

"Ask her," he nodded and walked away.

He has always been a man of few words, but when he speaks, it's for a purpose and is accurate.

    *****

I had only been working a few hours at Ashes, the bar, when the five old ladies walked in, sitting at the usual booth. But tonight a curvy green eyed sixth woman railed behind. Kayla.

Grabbing their drinks, I walked over, setting down their perspective drinks in front of them, including Kayla's. Tiger and other ladies stared at me, wondering how I knew her drink order if she had yet to be here. I internally laughed and winked at Kayla. Her rounded cheeks heated, and a blush took over them as the other ladies hooted and hollered. Satisfied, I walked away.

Tiger and Ginger danced on one another until they had successfully lured out their other halves, begrudgingly, onto the dance floor. Kayla, however, did not face as much as the others. Choosing to stay behind and watch the items the others left at the table, taking care of others, putting their needs above hers. 

Unable to resist any longer, I grabbed two glasses of bourbon and walked to the table. Handing her the glass, I raised mine to hers and threw it back. She smiled, throwing it back like it was 10% and not eighty-proof. Pride swelled in me as I beamed at her like an idiot.