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I scoff. “First, you’re grinding into him, and then you let him suck your face, so I’d say it was a little more thanjusta kiss. I know where this shit leads.”
Brynn crosses her arms and her chest swells. My gaze darts to the milky flesh and my dick takes that moment to make his appearance.
Of course he fucking does. Where the hell was he five minutes ago?
“Oh, you mean like you and that bimbo over there?” She nods in Heather’s direction.
I fight the urge to cover her with my body, to shield the swell of her breasts from Stanley’s prying eyes as he steps closer to her side, but I don’t because it’ll only piss her off more, and the more I piss her off, the more she seems to want to rebel.
“Hey, man, maybe you should just leave. Go back to your chick over there,” Stanley says, motioning to where I left Heather a minute ago.
“And maybe you should mind your own damned business and keep your hands to yourself before I rip them off.” My jaw flexes as Stanley takes a step back.
The sound of my pulse pounds in my ears, and I can feel myself losing control—of myself, of the fucking situation. I need to rein it back in.
“Is there something going on between you two?” he asks, glancing between us.
“No!” Brynn and I yell at the same time.
She glares at me, but I ignore her laser beam gaze, focusing on Stanley instead.
He lifts his hands in the air, palms out. “Listen, I don’t know what the hell’s happening. I think you’re a cool chick, Brynn, but I don’t want any trouble.”
Brynn deflates, stepping toward him, her tone a plea as she says, “He’s just an overprotective jackass. You don’t need to worry about him.”
I lift my fists behind Brynn’s turned back, making a show of cracking my knuckles.
I’m not proud of how I’m acting, but if it results in Stanley leaving like a dog with his tail between his legs, I can live with it.
“Uh, yeah,” Stanley drawls, eyes wide. “Well, maybe we can hang some other time,” he says. “Alone,” he adds, then turns and leaves her hanging.
Coward.
Brynn watches him exit the dance floor before she spins around to face me, plants her hands against my chest, and shoves. “Thanks a lot.”
I shrug. “If he really cared, he wouldn’t let me scare him off like that. Tells me I was right about him.”
She scowls, her lip curling in disgust. “Not all guys think like you.”
“Correction, Cupcake.Allguys think like me.”
“And what if I wanted a hookup? What if I wanted his tongue down my throat? Ever think about that?”
Heat floods my veins. I’m a pressure cooker turned up high and ready to explode. “Then you’re lucky I stopped you when I did. You don’t know what you’re doing, Brynn.”
“You’re unbelievable.” She scoffs and shakes her head, turning to leave the dance floor, but I follow, hot on her heels.
“Where are you going?”
She says nothing, ignoring me as she finds Charlotte, who’s talking to a blond dude I recognize as one of Stanley’s friends.She whispers something in Charlotte’s ear, then gives her a quick squeeze, and continues toward the exit.
“Hey,” I yell, still behind her. “Where the hell are you going?”
She whirls around, her pretty features contorted in rage as she points a finger at me. “You have some nerve, you know that?”
“What? Because I want to protect you?” My gaze drops to the angry set of her mouth, then up to her sparkling violet eyes. An outraged Brynn Nichols is fucking hot.
“We were dancing, and we kissed. That’s it! I’d hardly call that a crime. It’s not like I was in the back seat of his car or headed back to his room.”
