Maya stops dancing, staring warily at her ex. Reagan shifts closer to her with a pissed off expression and holds her hand.
“Boyfriend,” the redhead I haven’t met greets.
“Uh, friend?” I return.
She grins and gives me a thumbs up.
Maya tears her attention from Wiener. “Sorry, I should’ve said earlier. Corinne, Easton. Easton, this is Corinne.”
Wiener clears his throat. Maya rolls her eyes, flapping a hand at him.
“That’s Johnny. He’s just leaving, right?” There’s a hard edge to her voice that makes me proud.
He smirks. “Relax, I only came over to say hi when I saw you were here.” He points to the bar where the girl he left sits. “I’m on a date.”
“Congratulations.”
When he doesn’t immediately move on, I pull Maya into my arms and give her a quick kiss. “Have a good time. You know where I am if you need me.” Turning on my heel, I level Wiener with a glare. “Follow me, or I’ll drag you there.”
He narrows his eyes. “You’re the guy who answered her phone. Shit, you were at that bar in Heston Lake, too. The guy she left with.”
“Yeah, I’m her boyfriend,” I grit out.
Wiener tucks his good hand in his pockets and steps past me. He looks back at Maya and I clench my jaw as a wave of possessiveness crashes over me. He willnevertouch her again.
I fist the collar of his shirt and force him to walk away. Once we’re back at the bar a few spots down from his date, I don’t release him right away, leaning closer.
“It’s my name she screams. At games and all night long.”
He lurches out of my grasp. “That’s because she’s nothing more than a nasty little puck slut. Does she still suck cock like shit?”
My vision swims and I need to breathe harshly for a moment to control myself so I don’t kill him on the spot. My hands flex and I jerk my head.
“You’re something else, Wiener.”
He frowns. “It’s Werner.”
“No, I had it right, dickhead.” I get in his face. “I’m only going to say this once, so listen closely because I’m dead fucking serious.”
He leans against the bar with a punchable arrogant expression, gesturing for me to go on. I grab his sling and twist just enough to make my warning clear. His face pales and he tries to move back, but I won’t let him.
“Never break into Maya’s apartment again.”
“I didn’t break in, I had the key from that ugly plastic flower pot where she keeps the spare.” He tries to play it smug again, but it doesn’t quite land when I tighten my grip.
I’m about to deck him because I can’t keep my anger in check anymore. He fucking deserves it.
Maya stops me by slipping right between us to flag down the bartender. She spares Wiener the briefest glance, flipping him off, then ignoring his existence while his gaze bores into her.
“Four waters, please!”
The anger swallowing me whole calms down. I huff out a ragged laugh, sliding an arm around her waist. She amazes me.
She downs her water first, then beams at me before giving me a sweet kiss. I try to extend it, wanting to rub it in Wiener’s face. She breaks away with a sly little smirk.
Turning to him, she props her hands on her hips. “Easton’s dick is bigger than yours. Oh, and I told your date everything you did to me.”
He gapes, looking in the direction Maya indicates with her thumb. The girl has joined Maya’s friends. All of them look our way and give Wiener the finger.
