So instead, I waltzed behind the bar and nabbed a bottle of whiskey. Lulu tossed me a knowing wink from where she washustling to serve about ten of my men, and I strode back out and slinked into the shadows.
I tipped the entire bottle back and took a long pull as I watched Brinley and Elena dance.
Lights strobed all over them, but Brinley was the one who was shining into the darkest corners of my being.
Seeping in the way she did.
Eyes flitting to me every few minutes, seductress tempting me into disorder as I tried to force myself to sit still in my seat.
I kept swilling from the bottle, but there was little hope it would quench the thirst.
It only amped it.
I didn’t know how much time had passed when Brinley leaned in and whispered something to Elena before she turned and strode through the swinging door that led into the hall.
It turned out Brinley Webber had a hook directly in my soul because I couldn’t do anything but stand.
I set the whiskey bottle on a table as I slinked along the outskirts of the bar.
Trying to play it cool.
Not to draw attention to myself.
I slipped out into the hall thirty seconds behind her.
She was there, standing in the middle of it, staring back at me like she knew I had no choice but to follow.
“What do you think you’re doing?” It rolled out like a threat.
“Looking for trouble, apparently.” Her voice was pure temptation.
“It’s me who has found the trouble since I can’t stay away from you. I’m supposed to be standing with my men tonight, rallying them for tomorrow’s fight, and the only thing I want is to get inside of you.”
The bulge against my jeans was proof.
“I’m sorry. I just missed you. Do you want me to go home?” A moment’s sincerity filled her words, and fuck, the way she said home penetrated to the depths.
Truth that she got how important this was.
I took two steps toward her, my voice lowering further. “I don’t want you to be anywhere but with me. Right now.”
She heaved a breath. “Good because I don’t want to be anywhere, either. You’re leaving tomorrow…” Worry filtered into it before she forced it off and lifted her chin. “So I need you now.”
Pride swelled.
I fucking loved that she asked for what she needed. Wasn’t shy about it. No fear or questions between us.
I took another step forward.
Our connection thrashed.
Chains of fire that whipped around us.
I reached out and took a fistful of those wild curls, and I angled in close. “What’s it you need?”
She rubbed me over my jeans as she sent me a sly, sexy smirk, though the blaze in her amber eyes promised of the seriousness. “Your heart and your cock.”
“Mmm,” I hummed, running my nose along her jaw. “Good for you because you get them both.”
