Declan did not have to wait very long to see Sandra bend over the table again. She lined up a shot, decided against it, but still gave everyone another long glance at her cute butt. Declan’s eyes met with a random dude who felt caught as he quickly averted his eyes away from the pool table. Declan himself just grinned before turning his gaze back to Sandra, who was once again bending forward and this time potting a ball. Only she turned around before she noticed that the 8-ball was heading for the opposite corner and would likely put a premature end to their little game. Nic used the opportunity to get his hands on Sandra, under the pretext of turning her around and informing her of her defeat. They were all so obvious in their attraction to Sandra. It was quite impossible for their lady friend not to be aware of that. Or was it? Sandra did have a slightly naïve and innocent side to her personality, but surely she had caught hints and glimpses of their obvious, collective attraction to her.<br/><br/><strong>“Looks like Alistair and I win this round, doll.”</strong>He raised his beer bottle to Sandra and Nic. When Nic mentioned possibly playing another round of pool, Declan had to admit to himself that his only interested in a continued game was more opportunities to ogle at Sandra’s beautiful body. Which, if he continued much longer, would become embarrassing. Declan put his pool cue down on the table and shrugged.<strong>“We could just head back to our place and have some of our home bourbon on the cheap.”</strong>Not to mention that at their place, he would be sharing Sandra only with Nic and Alistair, not the dozen or so pair of male eyes that also followed her every move within the bar.<br/>