Now or Never

“Who knows? Maybe it’s a long-term relationship. Or maybe she’s sick, and he feels like he can’t leave her. I honestly have no idea. I don’t really care, but he made his choice that day.”
    “I guess you know what that means.”
    Grayson forced a smile. “Find someone to make me forget him.”
    “You’re learning.”
    “Finally,” Grayson said as she reached over and turned up the radio. They drove to their favorite spot. And she felt slightly better getting it off her chest. Nothing a little alcohol and random guy couldn’t take care of. She was grateful Luna didn’t give her a hard time about getting involved with Derrick.
    They walked through the bar and there was a big group of guys surrounding the pool table. Hot Damn. Grayson nudged Luna, and she glanced over.
    “Navy,” she said mater of faclty.
    “Navy?” Grayson scrunched up her nose.
    “No little sister, not just Navy, Navy SEAL’s.”
    “What the hell are SEAL’s doing here? There isn’t any water around.”
    “I guess they just use the ranges here or something. Ethan can’t stand them,” Luna shrugged.
    “Why?”
    “Professional rivalry, and it goes both ways.”
    Interesting. If Ethan couldn’t stand them, then there was a good chance Derrick felt the same way. A slow smile spread across her face.
    They made their way to the bar, and the bartender pushed over their drinks without asking for their order.
    Grayson tried to take in the guys. It should be illegal to have so many attractive men together at once.
    One of the guys from the group made his way over to the table and stood next to them. He had tanned skin, pale eyes, a shaved head and infectious smile.
    He leaned down and spoke over the music. “I’m just going to stand here and buy your drinks. You don’t have to talk to me.”
    “That’s your line?” Luna laughed, “I have to admit it’s pretty good.”
    “The big guy over there sent me over. I’m on wing man duty.”
    Grayson looked over. Most of them looked pretty big to her. “Which one?”
    “The ugly redhead. I told him I couldn’t tell the difference between you two, but he said he wants you,” he said, pointing at Grayson.”
    “He wants me?” Grayson couldn’t help but smile. Big ugly redhead? That sounded perfect to her right about now. It was hard to tell hair color from the distance and the dim light. “Tell him to come over here.”
    The guy took a swig of his beer, sat it down on the table, and then made his way back to the group. Grayson watched him talk to a burly man in the middle. He was big, but she couldn’t tell if he was attractive or even if his hair really was red. A few guys slapped him on the back as he made his way over to their table.
    “I’m not having sex with the bald one there’s no way I’m fucking the wing man,” Luna said firmly.
    “I don’t care what you do. I want the ugly red,” Grayson said as she watched them come forward. He was huge over six foot and at least 220 lbs.
    “There are a lot of them. I’m sure I can find one to entertain me for the evening,” Luna yelled over the music and raised her bottle to her lips.
    The big guy came over to her side of the table. She liked that he didn’t pay attention to her sister. Usually guys made a stupid comment about never having twins or something equally as ridiculous. His hair was more auburn than red and made her think of Derrick. His face was wide, eyes light brown and his crooked nose had been broken more than once. His arms were covered in tattoos. Definitely not what she would call attractive. And yet she knew instantly she wanted to go home with him that evening.
    “What’s your name?” Grayson asked.
    “Brick.”
    “Brick? I guess that’s fitting. Obviously, not your real name?”
    He smiled. “That’s what everyone calls me. What’s yours?”
    “Should I make one up? Or tell you my real name?”
    “I guess that’s up to you.”
    “Grayson. That’s my real name.” He reached out his hand to shake hers. His hand was huge and callused. She was immediately turned on just by the touch of him. Chemistry.
    Luna went over and joined the group of guys leaving them alone. They spent the next couple of hours talking. The attraction between them was undeniable. After her fourth drink, Grayson leaned over and yelled over the noise, “I want you to take me to your room and fuck me like you own me.”
    “Don’t say that unless you mean it,” He practically growled back.
    “Oh, I mean