Greyson lifted his drink. “To making grown men cry.”
Luke added, “To revenge goals.”
Kennedy smiled against my shoulder, and I felt her breath against my neck as she whispered, “You’re kind of scary when you’re like this.”
I kissed her hair. “That’s the point.”
Because next week?
Gary’s world burned. And I was the one lighting the match.
I felt Kennedy’s fingers absently tracing the seam of my jeans, her head resting on my shoulder as the guys kept razzing Luke and Greyson. But then her gaze drifted toward the edge of the VIP section, tracking something—or someone.
I followed her line of sight.
A girl—legs for days, dress short enough to qualify as a napkin—sidled up to Rhys, all hips and over-applied gloss. She leaned in, clearly expecting a reaction.
Rhys didn’t blink. Didn’t look. Didn’t even flinch. The man was a wall of indifference in all black, arms crossed, gaze fixed somewhere over her shoulder like she didn’t exist.
Axel leaned forward, his grin sharp. “Oof. Brutal. Better luck next time, sweetheart.”
The girl huffed and turned on her heel, heels clicking like gunshots as she disappeared back into the crowd. Rhys didn’t even acknowledge the aftermath.
Kennedy’s lips curled in amusement. “Does he ever react to anything?”
“Rhys?” I smirked. “He once got hit with a puck to the jaw and didn’t even blink. A girl in glitter doesn’t stand a chance.”
“Cold,” she murmured.
“Controlled,” I corrected. “It’s different.”
She tilted her head back to look at me, eyes glinting with challenge. “And you?”
“I burn.”
Her breath hitched.
That was my cue.
I downed the last of my drink, set the glass on the table, and stood, tugging her gently up with me. My hand wrapped around hers, possessive, sure. She moved into me like gravity was pulling her in—and maybe it was. Maybe it always would.
I leaned in close, my mouth brushing her ear, my voice low and rough just for her.
“Let’s go home.”
Her inhale was sharp. Audible. She shivered.
God, that sound—that reaction—it lit me up from the inside out. My blood thickened. My thoughts went dark.
I pulled her tighter against me, smirking as I felt the way her body molded to mine, already responding.
Yeah.
Home.
But we weren’t sleeping.
As I guided Kennedy past the velvet rope, the guys noticed.
