This is what I’m fighting for.
This.
Her.
A life where she can stand in the middle of a crowd and feel like she belongs there.
I let my hand slip from her waist as we walk, falling a step behind her instead, my gaze dragging slowly, deliberately over the line of her body, the curve of her legs beneath the lace.
A smirk pulls at my mouth.
“Fuck, Dove,” I murmur, low enough that only she hears. “That ass...”
She glances back at me, heat and desire flickering in her storm gray eyes.
Logan grunts. “I swear to God, get a room.” Sam says.
Chace laughs under his breath. “I hope the walls are thick, you are either side of them, right?”
Logan groans again, shaking his head.
“It’s fine, baby, we can have a competition, see who moans the loudest.” Mac beams.
“Angel…” He says in a growl.
“It’s not a participation sport.” Sam says.
“Uh… Bin Diesel, fucking definitely is a participation sport.”
Just imagine it at the Olympics… that would draw in some numbers.
Also, could give some spectators proper technique and form.
Oh my God, there could be a fucking “meta.” No more one pump chumps…
Actually… I am down for that.
Chapter Twenty-One
Seraphina
Touchin on My – 30H!3
The club is thriving by the time we arrive.
Heat wraps around me the second we step inside, thick and immediate, laced with perfume, expensive alcohol, and something darker, while the bass pulses through the floor beneath my heels in a steady, relentless rhythm that begins to sync with my heartbeat whether I intend it to or not. Lights cut through the space in flashes of gold, violet, and deep crimson,catching on sequins, skin, and glass, transforming everything into something heightened, something almost unreal.
Elysium.
The name glows above the main bar in soft white neon.
Bodies move everywhere—pressed together, swaying, reaching—hands trailing over shoulders, waists, arms, laughter cutting through the music in bright bursts while glasses clink and voices rise and fall, all of it layered over that constant, driving rhythm that makes standing still feel impossible.
This night feels like a dream.
I can’t believe I said that to the other woman… But the look on Trey’s face was worth it.
Placing me here a year ago would be a nightmare, I would want to be unseen.
