I want his attention. Even when I tell myself I don’t.
So when I glance over my shoulder and find his dark eyes on me, I give him a little smirk and keep dancing.
I know this dress is driving him wild and the devil on my shoulder is loving every second of it.
The music shifts to a sultry beat, and I let my hips sway a little slower, a little more deliberate.
A guy I don’t recognize slides in behind Layla at the same moment a pair of male hands settle on my hips and begin to move with me. I’m normally not one for dancing with random men, but decide to just go with it. I just know Dominic’s going to lose his shit.
The Jackalope doesn’t get many tourists so there’s a high likelihood I know the person dancing behind me.
Layla sinks back into her guy, and starts grinding her ass.He responds by pulling her tighter, lowering his head to the curve of her neck, and sucking on her skin.
Okay, then.
My guy’s a bit more of a gentleman—or at least he’s trying to be. His hands rest lightly on my waist, giving me space, so I keep moving my hips, keeping just enough distance between us.
Suddenly his mouth is near my ear, breathing heavily. “God, I missed you.”
I freeze.
His voice is familiar.
Alarm bells flash in my head.
Immediately, I pull away, turning to face him.
The moment I realize who was behind me—who I let touch me, my stomach rolls.
It’s Stuart.
“What the hell!” I snap loud enough to turn a few heads.
His lips curl into an off-putting smile as his eyes scanme in a way that makes me feel naked. “You look even better than I remember.”
I shuffle back, bumping into a solid chest.
“Back the fuck off.”
The voice comes from behind me.
Dominic.
He steps around me in one swift, protective motion, placing himself directly between Stuart and me. His shoulders are squared, fists clenched, biceps bulging and for the first time tonight, there’s nothing restrained about him.
Stuart lifts his hands in mock innocence. “Hey, man. I was just dancing. No need to get all?—”
Dominic grabs him by the collar before he can finish his sentence.
“Touch her again, and I’ll break the hand that does it. I’ll break every fucking bone.”
“Jesus, relax,” Stuart says with a laugh that’s anything but amused. “She was dancing with me. Maybe you should take it up with her. She wanted it.”
I open my mouth to shut that shit down, but Dominic’s already moving.
He shoves Stuart hard, enough to send him stumbling into the sticky wood-paneled wall. Marisa rushes up to us as Layla clings to my arm. Chaos breaks out all around—people shouting, phones going up, the music skipping. My brothers have Stuart pinned to the wall, and based on the look on his face, they’re not holding him back gently.
Dominic’s already on his phone before I’ve had amoment to wrap my head around what the hell just happened.
