“Hey!” I yell, turning to glower at some pig who just pinched my ass.
“Wanna come bounce on my dick, babe?” the jerk asks, reaching for me with a dark look in his eyes. Before I can pull away, I’m yanked back against a hard chest, and a muscular arm wraps around my waist.
“Fuck off, Lenny. This one is mine,” J says in a husky voice dripping with possession.
I turn in his arms and quirk a brow. “I don’t belong to anyone but myself.”
Joaquin waggles his brows and grins, leaning into my face and breathing whiskey fumes all over me. “You’re in my domain, Emmie, and that means you’re mine for at least tonight.” He grabs my ass and reels me into his warm, hard body.
“Let me go,” I say, not liking the wicked glint in his eye, his obvious state of drunkenness, or the way he’s grinding his hips against me in full view of everyone.
“Never.” He dips me down low and slams his mouth against mine.
Clinging to his arms so I don’t fall to the floor and get trampled on, I attempt to close my lips and push against his embrace, but J is strong, and he’s too drunk to read the signs. He tastes like whiskey and regret as he thrusts his tongue into my mouth while savagely kissing me. His free hand roams my body, sweeping along my hip, up my side, and brushing against my breast before moving lower to cup my ass. He groans into mymouth as he yanks me up a little, pivoting his hips suggestively and grinding on me.
I knew I shouldn’t have come here tonight. This isn’t my scene, and I’m not the kind of girl who enjoys being manhandled and groped in public. Releasing one hand from his arm, I shove at his chest, attempting to push him back while I try to turn my head and end the kiss.
I scream as J drops me suddenly, blinking rapidly as Zayn yanks Joaquin off me and punches him in the face.
“I’ve got you,” Everett says, catching me from behind before I hit the sticky floor.
“What’s going on?” I ask as he straightens me up, my gaze darting between him, Zayn, and Joaquin.
“Nothing good, I can assure you,” he cryptically says in a clipped tone.
Joaquin shoves Zayn, glaring at him as he dabs at blood trickling from his nose. “The fuck, bro?”
“You keep your hands off her!” Zayn yells, shoving Joaquin in the chest. Zayn’s nostrils are flaring, his fists clenched tightly at his sides.
“They know one another?” I ask, looking up at Everett.
“Ugh, you could say that.” His brow puckers, and bile swims up my throat as I turn to look at Zayn and J again. Pitted against one another, they are uncannily alike, and I’ve got a real bad feeling about this.
“What the hell is your problem?” Joaquin roars as the music mutes and a crowd forms a circle around us.
Uma pushes her way through to me, narrowing her eyes at where Everett has his arm around my waist.
Everett pins her with a cocky grin as he slowly drinks her in from head to toe. “Hey, sexy. Long time no see.” He’s lucky Jude is currently fixated on Joaquin and the tension bleeding into the air between J and Zayn.
“My problem, asshole,” Zayn says, striding toward Joaquin and pushing his face all up in his, “is you groping the woman I love in public like she’s a piece of goddamned meat!”
Warmth predictably floods my cheeks as Zayn bellows that around the room. Everyone is on edge, waiting to see how this goes down, and excitement peppers the air.
Joaquin shoves his face right back in Zayn’s. “You’re way out of line,little brother. Emmie is hooking up withme, and she came to seemetonight.”
Several heads turn in my direction, and I wish the ground would open and swallow me.
Joaquin prods Zayn in the chest, and it’s like waving a red flag in his face.
“Is that true?” Everett asks, frowning again as he stares at me.
I shake my head in a bit of a daze as my mind churns horrific thoughts. “Little brother?” I gasp, latching on to those words as it all slots into place. Panic jumps in my chest as I stab Everett with a look. “Zayn and Joaquin are brothers?”
He nods, and a cry leaks from my lips.
“Fucking hell.” Shock splays across Uma’s face, and I’m sure the same reaction is evident on my face.
“Fuck no!” Zayn hollers, pushing Joaquin with so much force he stumbles back into Jude. “You’re the guy who sent her the flowers?”
