The Three Bros

[2] Ian

Blaire's POV

Ian casually walks up to our table, sits beside me, and wraps his arm around me, "Hey, beautiful." He winks at me, "at first I didn't believe in love at first sight, but my, I've never seen you before."

I chuckle, "Cheesy."

I then look at Ian. He indeed looked a lot like Ryder. Only, I'm guessing Ian was older than him.

Ian didn't have black hair though or the same black eyes. Both of his were a close color though; a dark brown, but his hair was messy too, and he had the same cheeky smile. Ian was taller than me too, maybe by a couple inches.

"So, I've heard a lot about you..."

"Really?" I just got here, so... someone's already taking about me? "From who?"

He points to the table he was sitting at before he joined us. He points at Ryder. Ryder was currently glaring at us, gripping the ends of the poor table.

And just then, Ian leans his head closer to my neck, pressing a soft kiss to it.

That was it. Ryder stands from his seat, and walks in our direction. And just as I thought he'd join us, he walks right passed us, giving Ian one last glare.

What's his deal?

"So Ian, care to tell us why your sitting with us?" Molly asks, "I mean, its okay if you don't want to. I was just asking, out of pure curiosity."

He chuckles, it vibrating through me because of our closeness. I'd love to say that I've never been this close to a guy before, but I was on top of Ryder earlier today. And I had this boyfriend about a year ago...

"Nah, I was just wondering why you two beautiful girls were eating alone." Ian tells Molly, "I just thought I'd join you."

"Okay..." I raise a brow.

"By the way, cupcake," he whispers in my ear, "I've never seen such a fine pair of boobs."

I choke on my burger. Literally.

"Oh my God!" Molly stands from her seat and panics, Ian just laughing. "Here! Omg! Drink!" Molly practically shoves her drink into my hands.

I gladly gulp down the water, "thank you." I tell her, placing the glass back on the table.

"You nearly have me a heart attack! What happened?" She plops back on her seat.

"Nothing." I murmur.

***

"Cupcake, don't walk away from me." Ian laughs, walking a few feet behind me.

"I'm going to class."

He grabs my elbow, gently turning me around, pressing me up against his body. "Let me make it up to you."

My eyes widen, trying to let loose of his grip on me, but it was useless, "You didn't do anything wrong."

He laughs, "I made you choke, didn't I?"

"Well its fine."

"Lemme make it up to you." He repeats, his hand moving lower on my waist, the other on my back, securing me in place. "Damn, I could fucking feel your rapid breathing. Its such a turn on."

"Let go of me!"

"If you come by my house tonight. Let me make it up to you." My eyes widen at his words, was he suggesting... "If you think I mean sex, I don't. I just thought we could hang out together. Just the two of us." His hand travels lower, patting my ass. "Unless you do want it." He then presses his crotch against me.