I’d never admit it to another person, but I’ve been drawn to my Little Fox for years.There’s something alluring about her.Something I can't quite put my finger on.
“Great, Oakley just got half a dozen shots,” Jasper groans.“How are they still standing?”
“Because they aren’t wimps like you,” Morris, the other prospect, chuckles.“They know how to handle themselves.”
I watch each of the triplets toss back two shots and shake my head.They’re going to feel this in the morning, that’s for sure.
It takes less than ten minutes before Dixie can barely stand up.The low lives start to circle, trying to figure out if it’s time for them to step in and attempt to convince one of the girls to go home with them.
“I'm calling it.Dixie can barely stand up.”I rise from my seat, knowing the rest will follow me.
Pushing my way through the crowd, I don’t stop until I'm standing in front of Dixie, shoving some idiot out of the way.
“What the heck, man?”He tries to get closer to Dixie again, but I don’t let him.“I was here first.”
“Go home, little boy.She doesn’t want you,” I growl, never taking my eyes off of Dixie.
I snake an arm around her waist and she giggles as she falls into my chest.She doesn’t hesitate to wrap her arms around me and her eyes slide shut as she lays her head right over my heart.
“I think she should get to decide that for herself.Don’t you want to come home with me, darling?”He flashes her a bright smile and all I want to do is bash in his pearly white, straight teeth.
“You’re so warm, Stormy,” she mumbles, hugging me even closer.
I ignore the nickname the girls love to call me.I swear they only do it to set me off, but I’ve never heard Dixie use it before.Somehow, I don’t hate it when she says it.
“C’mon, Little Fox.I think it’s time to get you home.”
“Ok.But I don’t want to walk.Will you carry me?I want a piggyback ride.”She blinks up at me with an unfocused gaze and her bottom lip sticking out in an adorable pout.
I want to pull her into my arms and kiss her until her lips are swollen.My mind drifts to all the times I’ve wished she turned to me to take care of her.I shake my head, trying to focus on the here and now.
“I think you’re too drunk for a piggyback ride.”
“Put me down, Chopper!”Roxy squeals as she’s lifted into the air and thrown over Chopper’s shoulder.He slaps her butt and chuckles as he marches outside.
Oakley’s holding onto Morris’ and Jasper’s arms, giggling every time she sways to the side.Both guys are smiling like they just won a prize as they help her out to the car.They know they don’t have a shot with her, but they’re happy to irritate all the guys who thought they did.
“C’mon, I’ll carry you,” I whisper against the shell of Dixie’s ear.
Bending down, I grab the back of Dixie’s thighs and lift her into the air.She doesn’t hesitate to wrap her legs around my waist and her arms around my shoulders.She snuggles her face into the crook of my neck and her soft exhales fan across my sensitive skin.
In the two minutes it takes me to get out to the SUV, Dixie’s sound asleep in my arms.Instead of driving, I toss my keys to Jasper and climb in the backseat with Dixie still wrapped around me.
Chopper eyes me, but he doesn’t say a word.Roxy’s cuddled up against him, trying to wrap his jacket around herself.The girls barely have clothes on for it being fall, almost winter.
Jasper pulls into the club a few minutes later and cuts the engine.He and Morris help Oakley get to the girls’ place, then they take off right away.They don’t want to get caught with the girls and face any sort of punishment.I can't say I blame them.I’d feel the same way if I were a prospect.
Roxy fights Chopper when he tries to help her, but after she trips and almost lands on her face, she allows him to hold onto her arm.
I take my time getting out of the car and trying not to wake up Dixie.She’s going to have a rough morning tomorrow, so she might as well get a good night’s sleep now.
“Storm, how drunk is she?”Porter steps out of his door and shakes his head at his daughters.
“Dixie’s definitely the most drunk.She can't stand by herself and begged me to carry her.Oakley seemed capable of handling herself.Roxy’s definitely drunk, but she’s still fighting with Chopper, so she can't be too far gone.”
“I don’t want Dixie left alone,” he sighs and runs a hand through his hair.
“Do you want me to leave her at your place or take her to mine?”I keep my voice low and glance around to make sure no one is around to hear us.
