God, if one of them had even landed a hand on her I would’ve ripped it right off.
I had every intention on marching up on that fucking stage, hauling her over my shoulder and leaving.
I almost did until she finally met my eyes through the dimmed red lights. She more than saw me, her body became alive. I saw it. How her breath quickened causing her breasts to rise and fall deliciously. How she had to clench her thighs because her pussy was wet for me.
Me.
Not them.
Then the show she had started for those men ended and the one for me began.
I was in a trance. My breath caught with each sway of her hips and my cock grew harder with each view of her delectable ass.
She had me wanting to kill every man in there to wanting to fuck her in front of them to show them that she was mine.
I’ve never felt that way before.
That possessive.
But I reined it in, barely I might add.
When her little performance was over her spell was done.
The only thing I had on my mind was that I had to have a fucking taste of her. She had herself on full display and I wanted to take a fucking bite.
And fuck me she didn’t disappoint.
The salt of her skin was bitter yet sweet. And the smell of her arousal had me salivating. I was almost done for. Almost gave into temptation right then and there. I wanted to. God, did I fucking want to.
But I didn’t.
I held back, probably for the last time.
Because if she is to tempt me again I don’t think I’ll be strong enough to resist her.
“You can suck my dick, Crow,” I hear Snake snap at Sheriff Blake Crow from across the table at Church.
Crow narrows his eyes at him but Snake only smirks.
Fuck, I know that smirk. And I know that mischievous look in his eyes.
“I’m trying to help you here.” Crow’s voice stands firm and unbothered.
Snake snorts. “Letting them stake up home in your department doesn’t seem like help.”
“Can’t really say no, can I? Then that will be going against them and raise suspicion. At least this way they think I’m working with them and not you.”
As much as I hate Crow even I have to admit the righteous fucker is right.
“He’s right,” I say. Snake arches a brow at me with a facial expression that says, still don’t like him. On that we can agree.
“Hold the fuck up,” Dex says stunned, eyes comically wide. “You’re actually agreeing with the bastard?”
My finger taps against my thigh underneath the table. “If he declines the feds from setting up house in his department that screams an alliance with us. Like he said, they think he’s working with them but he’s not. Right, Crow?” My eyes, as hard as glaciers and as cutting as ice meet his. I’ll give the fucker credit; he meets my stare. He doesn’t even appear fazed. But maybe it’s because his eyes are just as hard as mine. I don’t think I’ve ever seen them soft. Not even when I first met him all those years ago.
“Keep your enemies closer. Isn’t that what they say, Oak?” His tone is nonchalant but I can read between the lines.
My finger twitches again.
