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In response to his almost guttural reaction to me, I arch my lower back pressing my arse into his groin. “If you can’t take the heat, Sonny, I suggest you step away from the fire,” I smirk, loving that he seems to be losing his mind a little.
“Oh, baby, I can take all the heat you’re able to give,” he responds, his fingertips feathering beneath the waistband of my jeans, “And turn it into an inferno.”
I’m pretty sure I should be moving away, but I don’t do that. I let him hold me, enjoying the feeling of his body pressed so firmly against mine. When his lips brush along the curve of my neck, I don’t stop him. In fact, I let out a low moan of my own, my lips parting on a breath as his teeth scrape across the sensitive skin.
“Looks like we’ve got an audience,” Sonny whispers into my ear, as his arm slides around me tighter. Across the room Ford is watching us, fire blazing in his eyes. He looks royally pissed off. In fact, he looks as though he’s about to commit murder.
What’s that all about? Then I remember his comment to Monk about me beinghis girland for reasons unknown to me, I want to test that sense of property. Looking at him dead in the eye, I smile suggestively then turn in Sonny’s arms so that I’m facing him, before resting my head against his chest, hip to hip. He smells even more of the ocean now in such close proximity. I breathe him in, feeling a little drunk on the shitty alcohol, onhim. If I’m perfectly honest with myself, it turns me on that he’s turned on, and it makes me feel good knowing that Ford is watching. Maybe Camden is too? Fuck, where did that thought come from?
“Why are you doing this, Asia?” Sonny asks half a minute later. His hand slides down my back and rests on the top of my arse.
“This is what you want, isn’t it?” I respond, swirling my hips against his. Fuck knows what’s got into me. Really, this isn’t my style and for a brief moment I wonder if the beer was spiked. Given I’ve still got great control of my body, even if my mind has decided to do a one-hundred-and-eight-degree turn, I know it wasn’t.
Fuck it.I think for the gazillionth time since I set foot inside the Tower.
I’m always worrying about everyone else. Tonight, after all the shit that’s gone down, I’m going to just go with it. Aside from Ford, everyone else is oblivious to what’s happening between us. Actually, that probably isn’t true given both Pink and Kate are staring at me open mouthed now. They’re going to give me the third degree later. Oh, well.
“Don’t get me wrong, I like the attention, but I’m a little surprised by it,” Sonny admits, frowning. “Up until half an hour ago, these dimples of mine and my charm wasn’t having much effect. I thought I was losing my touch.”
“The dimples are nice,” I say, reassuring him, because honestly they are, “But the charm could do with a lot of work. I don’t like arrogance. Confidence, however, is a whole other ball game.”
He grins, showing me those very attractive dimples to full effect. “Dimples are a go, arrogance is a turn-off, but confidence is not. Have I got that right?”
“I like your eyes too,” I suggest with a little smirk.
His grin widens… and then, just as quickly it falls. “What doyouwant?” he says to someone behind me.
“Looks like our resident skank is up for a bit of something-something tonight.”
Monk.I should’ve known the bastard wouldn’t leave me alone for five fucking minutes.
Sonny shifts me in his hold so that I’m shoved behind him.
“Up for a gang-bang?” he questions lasciviously.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Sonny grabs Monk by the throat and squeezes. “Back the fuck off, Monk,” he seethes. Monk doesn’t back off. Instead he raises his fist and slams it into the side of Sonny’s head.
A fraction of a second later, all hell breaks loose.
I’m thrown to one side, stumbling into the crowd of people that have gathered around us. Pink and Kate reach for me, shock and a little bit of glee lighting their faces.
“Fuck, Asia, look what you’ve started,” Pink says, grinning. “You’ve got Sonny defending your honour. The guy has got it bad.”
“I don’t need defending,” I retort, moving towards the two of them who are now laying into each other. The sound of bone meeting flesh and muscle, and the jeers and excitement from the crowd drowns out the music. “This is my fight, not his!” I shout to anyone who’ll listen. Only one person is.
A hand grabs my arm, pulling me back.
“This isSonny’sfight, not yours,” another familiar voice counters.
I look up to see Ford standing next to me. He doesn’t even acknowledge me, instead he has his gaze trained on the fight even though he’s firmly gripping my arm. The crowd steps back, forming a jostling circle around Sonny and Monk. Everyone wants to watch the fight.
“Fucking do him in!” one of the HH crew members cries out, fist pumping in the air.
“Make him bleed!” another shouts.
“Hit him, Sonny,” Pink screams, letting him know he has people on his side.
The two are similar in width, but Sonny is a few inches taller than Monk and it gives him a slight edge. Pretty soon the crowd is working itself up into a frenzy, the atmosphere changing from the fun of a few minutes ago to downright feral. It’s like something out of Mad Max, that film Tracy liked to watch on repeat mainly because she fancies Mel Gibson so much.
