Page 10 of Hearts Storm

Damn. I sure do love perfect timing.

Her hands slide up my chest, fingers playing with the collar of my shirt. “I was wondering if you’d make a move. You seemed pretty content watching from afar.”

My cock jerks.

“Just enjoying the view.” My hands slide lower, settling on the curve of her ass. “But then I decided I’d prefer being more up close and personal.”

Her eyes flash with irritation. “Why did you make him leave?”

“Because tonight, I want you all to myself,” I admit, surprising myself with my honesty.

Small smile playing at the corners of her lips, she takes a step back, leaving about an inch of space between us. “Quite bold of you to assume I’d go home with you.”

The snark in her tone makes me want to bend her over my knee right here in the middle of the dance floor.

Not gonna get away from me that easily, Angel.

“Did I say anything about taking you home?” I counter, yanking her against me. Bodies flush, the heat between us is intense, electric. “Maybe I just want to dance.”

She scoffs, the sound sending another jolt straight to my dick. “Sure. Just dance. That’s why your friend looked like a disappointed puppy when you made him leave.”

“He’ll get over it.” We sway. We breathe. “Besides, he’ll have plenty of opportunities to hit on you some other time.”

She tilts her head, eyes searching mine. “Is that so?”

“If you want him to.”

There’s something about her that has me torn about feeling the need to stake my claim, and yet I can’t deny the powerful chemistry her and Brex seem to have too. The thought of watching them together sends a surge of heat through my veins.

Her hands slide up my chest and over my shoulders to play with the hair at the nape of my neck. Tingling skitters across my skin, and I find myself squeezing, mashing her breasts against my chest.

I barely catch her expression morph from playful to disappointed, body tensing when she glances over my shoulder.

Turning our bodies so we can both see where she’s looking, I mentally shake my head. I knew it wouldn’t take long before Brex found something else to occupy his time.

six

Logan and I have been doing this song and dance since college. I knew he wanted her all to himself. He more than proved it last night when he got snippy with me about the gorgeous blond. So when he gives me a look and subtly shakes his head, I know it’s my cue to back off.

Technically, he saw her first. Timing and I weren’t exactly besties last night, that’s for fucking sure.

As soon as I saw the way Logan was fixated on her, I was cursing the long line I’d had to wait in to take a piss.

A twinge of jealousy hits as I raise my hands and back away, air cool against my chest as the warmth of her bangin’ body disappears.

I back up, eyeballing them as they sway. When Logan’s hands clench possessively into her curves, a twinge of jealousy coils in my throat.

This isn’t how it usually goes down. Anytime we want the same girl, we share. That’s been our unspoken rule since the disaster that was Melissa in college. But Logan’s looking at her like she’s his and his alone.

“Fuck,” I mutter, scratching the back of my neck. Since when do I get so territorial? I’m the easygoing one. The guy who never gets attached. Neither does Logan. But watching him claim her—the same woman who had me half-hard with just a look as she shoved her pussy mere inches away from my face—makes me clench my fists.

I need to get laid. And right now, just about anyone will do.

Turning away, I scan the crowd until I spot two women who’ve been eye-fucking me since I first walked in. The redhead catches my gaze and bites her lip as her friend—a petite brunette—follows her line of sight and gives me a sultry smile.

Perfect.

Making my way over, I tuck myself between them and lean against the bar. “Ladies.” I flash my most charming grin. “Buy you a drink?”