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Dominic scuffed the stubble on his jawline, never looking away. “A whole night with your body pressed to mine? Yeah, I’m interested.”
Chapter Twelve
Dominic
I was tempted to keep Mari to myself, but the reminder of how easily Cash had gotten to her at a private, secured party at her own club overrode my wants. Greyson insisted on Moore and Tennessee, as usual, but agreed that a smaller guard was a better option. Easier to keep her under the radar. His only real caveat was we went to Wicked.
On a scale from dive bar to Gilded, Wicked sat somewhere on the dark side of the middle. Multilevel and massive, the club was all strobe lights, smoke shows, and cage dancers. Despite being a weeknight, it was packed with revelers ready to enjoy the night as the air reeked of booze and sex.
It was perfect.
“You come here often?” I asked Mari, noting the way she glanced over the dance floor, searching for something.
“She finds her dates here.” Greyson glanced at her and then away before their eyes could meet.
Ever since our little heart-to-heart in the car, I’d been paying attention to Greyson and Mari. The way they gravitated toward each other, even when they didn’t mean to. I could see the fractures my arrival had started, but I had a feeling time was the real culprit.
How long can you be without the person you’re in love with before that love turns to resentment?
I blamed observation on why it took my mind so long to catch up to what he said. “Dates?”
Mari sighed, running a hand through her hair. We’d stopped by the house to change, and she’d slicked it back before draping herself in a flowy black dress that gave peeks of long legs as she moved. She looked incredible, and I had a hard time not touching. “I don’t date, but when I’m interested in company, I come here.”
One-night stands. Wicked was where she found her one-night stands.
Suddenly, I didn’t like it as much.
“Are you looking for someone tonight?” I didn’t know why I asked. Masochism, maybe? The idea of her with anyone else ate at me. I was coming around to the idea of Greyson, but a stranger when we were so vulnerable as a family right now? I didn’t like that at all.
“I’m considering it,” she said.
A fierce possessiveness ran through me. No one else was touching her. Not some stranger on the dance floor or someone she already had on her roster. No one. If she wanted a dirty bathroom fuck, she could ask me.
Jesus, way to take it slow.
“What about you? Are you looking for a companion?” Mari asked. “I haven’t seen you with anyone since you came home.”
And she wouldn’t. “I’ve got all the company I want right here.”
Grey called the bartender over and ordered for all of us. When the glasses were passed out, he lifted his. “To a night out.”
“To a fucking break,” Mari breathed.
I grinned. “To kicking Cash’s ass.”
We clinked our glasses, and Grey downed his fast. “I’m heading upstairs.”
“He okay?” I wasn’t sure why I was asking, except wanting to understand. Mari waved me off.
“He goes to the VIP section and keeps an eye out for me.”
While she picked up other guys. Fuck, the more I stuck around, the more I felt for Grey and wanted to punch him in the dick. He’d gotten the short end of the stick, but it was mostly by his own making.
Mari downed her drink, waving off a second as she grabbed my hand. “Let’s go.”
I set my glass down, not bothering to finish, and she towed me through the crowd. We stayed close enough to the edges that we weren’t boxed in by people. Had to be sure her shadows could get to her if needed.
I expected her to dance close to me, to stay in my orbit without touching. Instead, she wrapped herself around me like she had every right to be there. Her hips ground against mine, and our cheeks brushed. It was something similar to the way we danced at Gilded, but with far more innuendo.
