“I suggest you get your hands off of him before I rip them off,” I tell her, and her hands drop and she takes a step back, looking between the two of us.
“Lacy, come here,” one of the guys at the table calls, and he pats his lap. Lacy looks from me to him then shakes her head and goes to sit on his lap.
I down the rest of my beer as Wes turns his head to look at me, and I notice he has lip-gloss smeared on his neck when his face comes toward mine, and I turn my head.
“July,” he growls, and I shake my head.
“You have her mark on you,” I tell him then look at Blaze, who’s looking between the two of us. “Can I get another?” I ask, holding up my beer. He looks at Wes and I roll my eyes, but I take the beer he sets on the bar top then pat Wes’ chest. “When you get that cleaned up, come find me,” I mutter then walk off toward one of the barrels.
I have never been jealous in my life, but the idea of Wes even touching someone else makes me feel like I could actually kill.
“Come with me,” Wes says, not giving me a choice. He takes the bottle out of my hand and tosses it into the barrel. His hand wraps around my elbow and he pulls me along with him past the bar and through an orange metal door.
He leads me down a long hallway and stops outside a door then reaches in his pocket and pulls out a set of keys. He unlocks the door and holds it open for me to go inside before him. Once I clear the doorway, the light flips on and I look around the room.
There’s a queen-sized bed with a blanket bunched up on one side of it, along with two pillows. Clothes and things are scattered around the room and tossed on the floor. I watch Wes as he walks past me into a small bathroom that connects to the room. His hand goes to his neck and he uses a paper towel to wipe Lacy’s lip-gloss off his skin.
“You should have a seat,” he tells me sounding angry.
“I’m not sitting on a bed that you have probably had sex with other women in,” I huff, crossing my arms over my chest.
His green eyes narrow and heat, turning a shade darker with anger and lust. He tosses the paper towel in the trash and stalks toward me, not stopping until I can feel the heat coming off his body.
“Let’s be clear, baby. I’ll let you get away with a lot of shit, but do not disrespect me in front of my men.” His hand goes to my hip then slides back to rest on my ass. “That happens, and this ass,” he squeezes my ass cheek, “will be red.”
“Pardon?” I growl, not sure if I’m pissed off or turned on.
“We’re not talking foreplay, baby. We’re talking you won’t even be able to sit.”
“Are you insane?” I ask him, feeling my pulse speed up.
“No.” He shakes his head as his free hand tangles in my hair. “You’re hot when you’re jealous, and it’s cool if you want to claim me, but you get a smart mouth like you did earlier, we’re gonna have words.”
“You let another woman touch you or put her mouth on you, and we’re going to have problems that no words will be able to solve. In fact, no words will be needed ever again. You get me,baby?” I ask, studying him, and his hand in my hair tightens and he forces my head to the side. He covers my mouth with his, biting my bottom lip hard enough to sting, my mouth to open and his tongue to sweep in tangling with mine. This time, when he’s pulling away, I’m panting for breath and clutching onto him so I don’t fall on my face.
“Don’t test me, July. I will win,” he says, standing me up then tugging my hand leading me back outside.
Chapter 6
Ifeelwarmth and open one eye, then the other. They lock on dark stubble and a pair of lips I learned last night are perfect for kissing.
“Sleep,” his deep voice rumbles as his hand on my ass and his arm wrapped around my shoulders pull me tighter against his warm body.
I feel the hair on his chest scrape against my nipples and my eyebrows pull together. “Where’s my shirt?” I question, then sigh in relief when I realize I still have my panties on.
“You insisted we sleep chest-to-chest, something about feeling connected to me,” he mumbles sleepily.
“Seriously?” I whisper, feeling like an idiot.Who says crap like that?
“You kept saying our souls are connected,” he says, and I hear the smile in his voice.
“Shut up,” I hiss, tilting my head back to look at him.
His head inclines and a smile forms on his lips. “True story, baby.”
“I’m never drinking with you again.” I shake my head then regret it when it starts to throb. I drank too much last night, but when we went back out to the party, more women had shown up, and I knew the only way I was going to make it through the night was by getting a good buzz going.
“You should be saying you’ll never try to outdrink Harlen again,” he corrects, and flashes of me and a guy who wasgianttaking shots filter through my head.
