She chuckles, brushing her nose against mine. “That’s far from the truth.”
I shake my head. “You’re always perfect to me. I should probably let you get back to your friends.”
She blushes as she grabs the collar of my shirt. Her expression turns sheepish. “Will you stay?”
Oh, my sunshine girl.
You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.
“Of course. We’ll let you have your fun, but we’re staying until you’re done.” I reassure her.
She rolls her lips in to hide her amusement as I fix our position and let her slide back to the ground. Her thighs shift at the wetness between them, and I grab her throat as I drag her to me.
“That stays. I want you to feel me dripping down your thighs while you dance and have a good time.” I command before nipping at her lips.
She gives me a wide-eyed, innocent look as she nods. “Yes, sir.”
Fuck me.
I love the way that sounds coming from her.
I motion for her to walk in front of me. “After you.”
She tucks her head as she saunters back into the crowd, but I don’t miss the smirk on her face as she rejoins her group. I lumber around the bar, taking my seat between Atlas and Connor as relaxation and satisfaction roll off of me in waves. My clothes are slightly mussed, and my brother takes notice, huffing.
“Lucky,” he mumbles.
“Loxley will forgive you easily,” I shrug.
He chuckles. “Oh, I’ll get on my knees later and beg for forgiveness.”
Connor has a dopey smile on his face as he makes googly eyes at Alana across the bar. He lifts his hand to the bartender before ordering her another drink, and winks at her as she takes it with a smirk.
We are fucking wrapped.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Addison
Loxley is giving me the third degree, and I feel like I’m going to combust under her scrutiny.
“If you keep staring at me, I’m going to punch you. Married woman or not, I was your number one first.” I push her shoulder teasingly, and she crosses her arms.
I still can’t believe she’s married!
Atlas is a total psychopath, but he treats her well if everything she told me is true. She really is living out our wildest book fantasies.
“You had me worried sick about you,” she fusses lightheartedly.
“It’s not my fault he kidnapped me,” I joke, but it falls flat as my friend sighs.
“I know that. I would never blame you for what Rowan did, but you can’t fault me for being angry with him.”
My shoulders curl forward as I turn to her. “No, I don’t blame you for being angry with him, but I gave him enough hell for the both of us.”
She finally cracks a smile. “I knew you would. I want details.”
