Gambit’s lips hitched slightly. “His mother didn’t give birth to him; she crocheted him.”
“He reminds me of a fat Hairy Styles,” I muttered, my face a glower.
Trick joined in the banter. “Bet his starsign is Haries.”
Ghost chuckled. “He’s got the crowd goin’, though. Look at ‘em all, throwing their hands up in the hair.”
Gambit gave me a nudge. “Don’t worry, mate. He’ll be hair today, gone tomorrow.”
Trick busted a gut.
I snickered, my smile fading as I caught sight of a sparkly pink figure rocking it out on the dance floor with Talia, who wore a red, strapless dress that left even less to the imagination than Saint’s did.
“Can’t believe she’s seeing that goon,” I muttered for the thirty-seventh time that night.
Gambit shrugged. “I always thought he was gay.”
“Hunter Page? Gay?” Trick blustered. “Get the fuck outta here with that bullshit. He saves the goddamned world three times a year.”
“You can still be gay and save the world, asshole,” Gambit shot back. “Anyway, it’s not a big deal. I just always got a bear vibe from him.”
“Really?” Trick asked, cocking his head as he studiedmy nemesis.
“Yeah, but it’s not like I’m an authority on it,” Gambit muttered, scanning the crowd.
My eyes flickered over to the area where Saint was dancing, and my mouth went dry.
She was sure giving me a run for my money.
I nearly had a damned conniption when I opened the door to Hunter Page. It wasn’t like he was some wannabe asshole who was way out of her league; he was actual competition.
She’d been back in my life for just over twenty-four hours, and already my head was full of her, and my heart was in pieces because if she had a boyfriend and they were solid, I didn’t stand a fucking chance. Page may have been a hairy fucker, but he was still a good-looking dude. Women all around the world lusted after him, so what chance did I fucking have?
Still, I couldn’t give up. I’d found something worth having, and I knew how rare and precious that was. How could I walk away from the one woman who filled me up? How could I turn my back on my second chance?
Fighting for her was a given. I’d fight to the fucking death if I had to, except I had to go up against an adversary who was worthy of Saint. Hunter Page was a millionaire heartthrob for fuck’s sake, so I’d have to get creative if I wanted the best man (namely me) to win.
A movement caught my eye, and the hair on the back of my neck stood up. Some young teenybopper dude sauntered onto the dance floor with his entourage, who immediately began pushing people out of the way.
I launched off the wall that had served as my vantage point and immediately began to move toward Saint and Talia, who were still fucking around on the edge of the floor. The good news was, they’d been joined by Sam and Jolie Fontaine, so at least the girls had a dude with them.
The thick bassline of the song pumped through the speakers. Bodies moved in time to the resounding beat, and the air became fraught with anticipation. Hunter was doing well to keep the crowd engaged, but they weren’t here to see him. Everybody was waiting for the band, and I could feel they were getting impatient.
I watched Saint dance with a carefree abandon that drew the eye of every man in the room, and it was affecting me to the point of distraction. My cock had been semi-hard since she walked down the stairs at her house. I didn’t know whether I wanted to take my jacket off and hide her away from the world or bend her over the nearest table, lift her sparkly little skirt over her high, round ass, and show everybody, including Hunter Page, exactly who she belonged to.
Instead, I did neither because I was Saint McClure’s goddamned bodyguard, and giving the entire club a peep show would be frowned upon. My job was to stay in the background and observe, so that’s what I did, all while keeping an eye not only on Saint but also on the crowd enveloping her.
A buzz went around the room as the stage lights cut out completely.
The club sat in darkness, except for the beams of light shining over the crowd, highlighting the men now standing on stage with their instruments at the ready.
Noah leaned toward his microphone and, in a low voice, said, “Hey. We wish you all a good evening and wanna welcome everyone to our new record launch.”
Shouts and catcalls filled the air as the crowd bellowed their excitement.
“Lemme introduce you to the band,” he continued. “Meet Styx, Blue, Griff, and Jax, I’m Noah, but you know us better as... Dischordium.”
The echo of the drummer beating his sticks together three times clicked through the room before a thumping beat began to resonate. Then, Blue’s fingersbegan to fly up and down the fret of his guitar as he played us a sweet riff. The bass player, Jax, began to slap a rhythm over his strings, and Noah’s rich, raspy voice began to sing.
