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“I love this song! Let’s dance!” She grabs my hand, dragging me to the dance floor dancing to the beat the whole way there.

I press my front to her back, pulling her up against me as we dance, and feeling her grinding and writhing against me is the best kind of torture. Nox appears in front of her, and her hands go above her as he places his on her waist and we move together, in sync.

I know my dick is hard again, but don’t give a shit and she may have thought I was joking earlier in the truck, but I’d fuck her on this dance floor if I could get away with it. Steele appears next to us, four neon drinks in his hands, and she laughs as she takes one.

“This really is the best!” she shouts, and I chuckle, taking my own drink in one hand while keeping the other on her hip.

“The night is just getting started, Bloom.” Then I lean close to her ear, licking the sweat off that’s beaded just behind it. I feel her shiver and smirk. “And I promise you that you’ll be going home in wet shorts if you keep dancing against me like that.”

I thrust my hard dick against her ass, a spark of pleasure flowing up my spine at the brief contact and the way she gasps.

Suddenly, Nox turns her, so she’s facing me and he’s grinding against her ass. I give him a playful glare, but don’t mind too much because this way I get her tits and face. She’s fucking radiant, and not just because of the UV paint that flashes with the lights.

Her eyes are practically sparkling, her lips pulled up into such a wide grin it makes my own cheeks ache with a smile that matches it.

“I really am glad you guys muscled your way into my house!” she yells again, leaning into me so I can hear her better.

I huff a laugh. “Me too, baby!”

We spend the next little while dancing and drinking, passing her between us so she’s always in the centre and one of us is always holding her against us.

“I need to pee!” she informs us and we all laugh. “Toilets that way!”

Taking my hand, she heads off in that direction, Steele growling because, like me, he wants to clear the way for her so no one touches her but us.

We’re nearing the edge of the dance floor when some dickhead stumbles into her.

“Well, ‘ello p-etty lady,” he slurs, reaching out and grabbing her breast.

I’m pulling her behind me before his fingers fully close around it, my fist flying into his face at the same time before I’ve even registered what I’m doing.

“Wha’ da fuck!?” he snarls, head whipping back around, blood flowing from his no doubt broken nose if the crunch was any sign. But then I’m in his face, hand around his throat and squeezing hard. His hands come up, trying to prise my fingers off but he’s no match for my anger.

“You don’t fucking touch her!” I yell into his face, spittle flying from my lips as his start to turn blue. “You don’t even get to breathe the same air as her. Understood?”

He bobs his head as much as I allow, and I give a final squeeze before throwing him to the ground where he lands in a gasping heap.

“Everything okay here?” A deep male voice asks and I look up to find a bouncer looking at the guy on the floor, then me, and Steele, Nox and Blossom behind me.

“He grabbed my boob and my boyfriend just told him to leave me alone,” Blossom states, voice a little shaky but chin lifted as she defends me. Fucking defends me after I nearly strangled the guy to death.

The bouncer looks back down at the guy, then at me again. Then back down. “Come on, time to leave.”

I think he’s talking to me, but he swoops down, grabs the still-gasping asshole by his shirt, pulls him to his feet and drags him towards the doors. My chest is heaving, my fists still clenched at my sides as adrenaline pumps through my body.

“Ant?” Blossom’s voice filters through the red haze, and I look up to find her in front of me. “Are you okay?”

I blink. Once. Twice. Am I okay?

“He touched you. Are you okay?” I grit out, feeling pissed all over again that someone even got that close.

She steps closer, so close that I can feel her body heat. “I’m fine, love. But you’re bleeding, so I think we should find somewhere to get you cleaned up.”

She takes my hand, and I glance down to find my knuckles are split and I have scratch marks along my wrist where he tried to claw me off.

“I’m fine.” My words are gravel, and she uses her other hand to cup my cheek.

“Please. Let me take care of you, love.” I shiver when she uses that term for the second time. Love.