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Was he purposely trying to hurt me? Was this his way of telling me to get a life because he would never be mine?
Shooting him my brightest and biggest smile, I turned back to Saint and replied, “I don’t have a man.”
“How’s that possible? You’re fucking gorgeous.”
“I’m also Storm’s daughter and no one is man enough to ask his permission.”
His tongue darted out, then slowly swiped across his lower lip. “I’m not afraid.”
I looped my arm around his massive bicep. “Before you draw your sword, why don’t you have a woman?”
Saint shrugged and gripped my thigh. “I just like to fuck. Not interested in love or long-term relationships.”
I bobbed my head. “I feel that. You’re living your best life on the open road, aren’t ya?”
“Fuck, Melody. You’re the first woman who actually understands me.” He leaned his face toward mine. “Do I really have to ask Storm to kiss you and do other things to your rockin’ body? You’re an adult.”
“You have my permission to kiss me.” Then Raymond could see what he stood to lose.
“Okay, watch my six. Wouldn’t want Daddy Storm to put a bullet in my skull.” Saint cradled the back of my head and pulled me closer.
“Birdie, let’s sing a song.” Raymond appeared with his arms crossed.
Saint stopped just short of reaching my lips. His arm went around my shoulders, as if staking a claim that he would have me tonight.
“We didn’t prepare anything and some of the crew isn’t here.” What was he doing? I scanned the room. My little brother Frankie played guitar, and Uncle Boxer’s youngest, Tyler, was a gifted drummer. Neither of them was at the party because they were at a hockey game.
“It’s just for fun. Dante’s request.”
“Dante isn’t here. He left with Ember.” I laughed at him. “Just go be with your girl.” I rolled my eyes at him.
“You sing, gorgeous?” Saint asked.
“I do. Would you like to hear me to perform for you?”
“Fuck, yeah. In more ways than one.” His hand reached below my breast and his thumb stroked me. A zing shot to my lady parts, and I wasn’t angry about it. “But I thought your band wasn’t here?”
“They’re not, but we can do karaoke. What would you like to hear?”
“She’s not my girl,” Raymond hissed, but I ignored him, wholly focused on Saint.
“How about something sexy? Something that tells me what you want tonight.”
Raymond growled.
“I think I can do that. Country or rock?”
“Anything you want, baby.”
“Okay!” I hopped off my stool and stood between Saint’s legs. His hands covered my ass, and I could feel the rage radiating off Raymond like a blazing bonfire. “Don’t let anyone steal my stool.”
“I’ll guard it with my life.” He was going to kiss me then, but Raymond grabbed my hand and pulled me away before our lips connected.
“Why are you being an ass?”
“What’d I do?” That was his automatic reply each time I told him he was being an ass. It was infuriating. “You’re the one teasing that old dude.”
“I’m not teasing him. I’m totally into him. And I believe he’s thirty-five, the same age as you.” I stepped up onto the stage and went to turn on the top-notch karaoke machine and the lights above us.
