Butshedoes.
So I grab my wife and sort of sway with my hands on her hips, hoping she doesn’t expect me to do something different. Just our regularkitchendance.
Scout takes over. And forces all the blood to rush from my brain…lower.
She spins around, pressing her ass against my dick, then shifts her hips in rhythm. When she adds a shake and bends over, I about lose it. I can’t be sporting a semi around this party. Especially in gray slacks.
I raise her up, lace my hand around her neck, and holdher tight to my chest. Dipping low, I find her ear and murmur, “You’re being a bad girl. Pregnant…and still acting like this?” I murmur. “You want to be punished?”
Her bottom lip quivers until she bites it. In reply, she grinds on me.Fuck…Walking out of this room is going to be a treat. I try to adjust myself while using her body as my shield.
“Do it.”
“Do what?” I ask.
She shoves her ass back and slithers against me. “Spank me.”
“Damn it, tulip.” I glance toward the bar where Lan is slumped against a seat. “How about a water? I’m miserably hot, and you’re making it worse,” I grit out.
She chuckles and swirls into Ashlyn as Aiden stands like a statue near them.
“With lemon, please!” Scout calls to me as I skirt through the partiers.
I order the waters from the bartender, shirking off my coat, loosening my tie, and undoing the top two buttons of my now soaked shirt. Relief settles across my skin as the cooler air hits me.
“And two scotches. Any Glen will do,” Lan slurs as he sits up. He snaps his fingers and points at me. “You’re drinking with me,brother.”
“Sure, bud. Looks like you need this water, though, more than the other drink.”
He takes a deep breath through his nose and runs his hands through his stringy blond hair. “I saidbrother, notfather. If I need your opinion, I’ll ask for it.”
With a shove, he slides a glass toward me and holds his up. “Toast?”
“What do you want to toast to?”
His eyes take in the scene over my shoulder before giving me a sober look. “To family.”
There’s somethingsadabout the way he says it. “To family,” I repeat, then hurry to clink my glass to his and sip a drink of the harsh liquid.
“You’re okay, Apollo Griffin. Not stellar. You don’t make waves. But you’re a solid, immovable person. I can sense it.” He cuts himself off with a spit curse under his breath. Then he mutters something low I can’t understand.
“Thanks?”
“Oh, shit.”
I blink as his eyes widen and search the room behind me. Turning around, my blood freezes in my arteries.
Ayan Dutta and Scout are having some type of shouting match in the middle of the floor. Aiden and Ashlyn crowd them, and I’m off my seat before I know what I’m doing. Landon staggers closely behind.
“First, you cheat. Then, youkillmy father.” His hand reaches out to grab her chin, but Scout pulls back as I snag her away from him. “And you’ll pay. Forever?—”
I slam both hands into his chest and send him flying. He falls to the floor in a heap of embarrassment and rage.
Straddling his legs, I ball my fists. “She’ll dowhat?”
Landon stumbles forward and grips his shirt, pulling him up. “What thefuckdid you say about my sister?”
Scout grips my arm and pulls me back. Her eyes grow serious and her expression stern. “Don’t,” she pleads withme. With a nod toward the blinking camera in the corner of the room, I take a step back.
