Lacy flashes me a grin as she looks from me to Mack, then lets her friends drag her onto the dancefloor. Well, looks like I just lost my shot.
Fuck.
“Get down, Alex,” Mack orders.
I grunt in annoyance as I watch my date disappear into the crowd.
Glancing back at Mack, I note his dark gaze, his shoulders, his kiss-swollen lips…
I bite my o-ring, sliding my tongue through it before spitting it out of my mouth.
The alcohol hits me along with my disappointment. I was so close. So fucking close…
But those dark brown eyes burning up at me ground me in a way I’ve never known. Alcohol or not.
He’s so fucking hot when he’s pissed. When he gets all growly and mean. My cock twitches with confirmation.
“No,” I say with a smirk.
I stretch my hands above my head and sway to the music as the bass thumps, the singer crooning on about playing with fire and thinking twice about it.
“Alex—”
I do another body roll, smack my now hard cock with my fist in challenge, and flip him off.
“Make me.”The last thing I expect is Mack to climb up here, because he’s not the type to make a scene, but that’s what he does. He steps onto the table, and I take a small step back to make room. We both barely fit up here. The lack of space forces him against me, and I can feeleverything.
Including his hard dick against mine.
I’m acutely aware we have an audience of one now, but I don’t care.
His thick cologne hits me, and he’s so close I could fucking kiss him. Bite him. Push his fucking buttons until he snaps.
“Maybe we should take care of that,” I say with a grin.
He grabs my chain and pulls on it hard enough that it chokes me, and he brings my face close to his.
“Get. The. Fuck. Down. Alex.” He lets out a heavy breath, the smell of vodka and cranberries on his breath. “Now,” he growls.
His gaze burns into mine as his fingers tighten around my chain and my brain short circuits.
Maybe it’s because I’ve had a lot to drink. Maybe it’s because he’s hacking my brain with that voice and his large hand wrapped around my chain.
Something shifts in his gaze as he lets go of it—lets go of me.
I jump down, feeling more on the spot than ever. Hailey meets me with a seductive grin.
“Dance with me?” she asks, biting her lip.
Mack grunts out a sound of annoyance.
His date is showing me attention, which I should be tickled over, but all I can think about is what just happened.
His hand wrapped around my chain.
The growl in his voice.
His hard cock against mine.
