Eyes flew to me, then darted to Declan, reminding me how many times Marcos had called Declan sir.
“My apologies. Yes, there is a bar in the limo.”
Priest clapped his hands together and said, “Yes, let’s let the sexy beast drive us to the club.”
I looked at Declan, and he nodded. Damon led us out to the car, and I grabbed Declan, holding him back so the others didn’t hear.
“Is there a problem?”
“No. Why do you ask?”
“Damon’s packing.”
“Maybe he’s self-conscious.”
“A gun, Declan. He’s packing a gun,” I growled under my breath.
Declan stopped, turned to me, and said, “I know. He’s an armed security detail for the hotel. To my knowledge, there’s nothing to worry about. He is one of the drivers assigned to the suite, and it would be bad press if something happened to one of us while we were out because the headline would read ‘VIP guests staying at the Majestic…’ fill in the blank.”
I scrubbed my hand over my face. He wasn’t being completely honest with me, and I didn’t know why. But with the drinks, I couldn’t wrap my head around things quite right. All I could grasp onto was that A) Declan Holt made me hard as a rock, B) he was hiding something, and C) I needed to run as fast and far as I could.
“Sarge! Let’s go! I need to get my drink on and my dick sucked!” Priest yelled.
“We good?” Declan asked, and I nodded.
I slid into the car behind Declan, and Cameron handed me a glass. “The drink you said you wanted. I can’t do mixed here, so shots it is.”
I didn’t wait for any toasts or anyone else to drink with me. I raised the glass to my mouth, catching Declan’s gaze over the rim, and tossed it back. Holding the glass out to Cameron, I said, “Another.”
Declan’s glass appeared next to mine. Cameron filled them both, and Declan and I watched each other as we downed the liquid. The bite of flavor got me in the back of my throat. My eyes fell closed, and I rolled my head, stretching my neck to rid myself of it before shaking my head.
The first thing I saw when my eyes opened was Declan downing another shot.
“Pace yourself, vato,” I warned, my tongue already thick and my words sluggish.
“I will when you do.”
His assertive side popped up out of nowhere, making me want to bend him over my lap, bare his ass, and paddle it fucking red.
What the hell?
Those three words had become my mantra since meeting Declan. He’d triggered something inside me. Something dark and possessive. I wanted him to be mine. I wanted to claim him so the world would know he was off-limits. Spread out, at my mercy, and begging for my cock. That’s what I wanted and needed. I also wanted to know what it was like to ride his dick, but that desire warred with my lifelong controlling nature, supercharged by lust and a powerful urge to nurture and protect him—a feeling unlike anything I’d ever known. I wanted to be his Papi, and I wanted him to be my vato.
The car slowed to a crawl before stopping, and the door next to me opened. I stepped out of the car, grabbing Declan’s hand to pull him out behind me, but I didn’t move away from the door because Damon stood holding the car door, his eyes darting around the street as if he was on patrol and looking for a threat around every corner.
Alcohol dulled my senses, but I followed his gaze. Nightclubs filled the street. Music lived and breathed in the atmosphere, the differing beats and lyrics blending into a chaotic mess.
When my vision began to swim, I turned to him and said, “Everything okay?”
“Yes, Sergeant. Just always overly cautious.”
A push against my ass shoved me forward. Declan popped out of the car, his face angry and frustrated, but before I could say anything, the others spilled out onto the street behind him. Cameron led the way toward the club, moving to get in line, only for the bouncer to call out to him.
“Gorgeous, you’re not standing in line. Head on in.”
“My friends…”
The bouncer’s eyes roved over the rest of us, waving us past as well.
