“Did you just growl?” Frankie asks, looking up at me with amusement.
I grunt and pull her closer, making it clear to everyone in this motherfucker that she’s with me.Mine.
“Keep walking, troublemaker.”
She giggles, and I settle slightly when I feel her slip her hand in my back pocket. A subtle claim of her own.
Weaving through the crowd, I spot Foxy and my brother at the bar.
“There you are!” she calls, her eyes lighting up when she gets a look at Frankie. “Holy shit, girl! You look smoking hot!”
“Thanks.” Frankie blushes, fitting herself tighter against my side.
“You look sexy as fuck without all that shit.” I give her a squeeze, because she does. In a hoodie, with messy hair, it doesn’t matter. My girl always looks hot.
Foxy rolls her eyes. “Men.”
Frankie giggles.
Whatever. I motion to Moby behind the bar and hold up two fingers. He grabs two Buds and slides them across the bar.
“Here, baby.” She takes the bottle of beer from my hand and eyes it suspiciously.
I watch as she lifts it to her lips and takes a small sip. Her nose wrinkles immediately. “Ugh. Gross.”
“It’s an acquired taste,” I tell her, taking a long pull of my own.
“So I’ve heard,” she sighs, but takes another sip anyway.
The music changes, and the opening riff of Def Leppard’sPour Some Sugar On Meblasts through the speakers. Foxy’s eyes light up, and she grabs Frankie’s hand.
“Come dance with me!” she shouts over the music, already pulling my girl toward the dance floor.
Frankie looks back at me with a look on her face that screams ‘help me’.
Smirking, I hop up on a barstool next to my brother, my eyes never leaving her as she’s pulled into the crowd.
“You look like you’re about to murder someone,” Tacoma comments, taking a swig of his beer.
Do I? I take a breath and force myself to relax.
“Just making sure everyone knows she’s off-limits,” I mutter, watching as Frankie starts to move to the music.
Fuck, she’s hot. Those leather pants hug her ass like a second skin, and the way her hips sway to the beat has my dick straining against my zipper. She raises her arms above her head, her shirt riding up to reveal a sliver of smooth skin at her waist.
That’s when I notice men starting to circle, like fucking sharks smelling blood in the water. A man moves up behind my girl, and she tries to move away, clearly uncomfortable with him being in her space.
My knee bounces as I grip my beer bottle tighter, ready to go over there and rip his fucking head off.
My brother throws an arm across my chest. “Relax. She’s fine.”
I try to take his advice, I really do. But then the asshole tries his luck again, his hand hovering near her hip, and I fuckin’ snap.
“That’s it.” Slamming my beer down, I’m up and moving. I push through the crowd, grab the asshole by the back of his shirt and yeet him into a table.
“Bane!” Frankie shouts.
Spinning around, I grab Frankie around the waist and hoist her over my shoulder in a fireman’s carry.
