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Chapter Twenty Nine

Bray

On the ground, I watch her stroll away, my hands cupping my throbbing junk. “Shit.” I groan as I flip onto my back to see Cyrus and Asher peering down at me. They are both grinning. “Assholes, both of you, for telling her.”

“It was funny.” Cyrus shrugs. “And for once she wasn’t angry at me.”

“Fuck you,” I grumble, as I lie here and try to let the pain ebb away. They laugh and joke above me as I close my eyes until I can finally get to my knees, and then Cyrus hauls me up.

“Come on, brother, let’s check on our stepsister before she gets herself in more trouble,” Asher teases, and just then we hear a huge cheer sound from the party.

“Too late.” Cyrus chuckles, and we share a look before hurrying back, wondering what Blair’s done now.

We step inside to see her finishing off a bottle of vodka, standing opposite a huge dude who’s trying to do the same. Of course she finishes it first and wipes her lips with a grin as everyone cheers. Dropping the bottle, she grins at the massive man. She’s drunk, which means we need to keep an eye on her. The big guy hands over some money though, which she quickly pockets before turning to us as the song changes to some old-school rock.

“Oh shit, this is my song!” she cries, rushing towards us and grabbing my and Asher’s hands. “Let’s dance!”

With no choice but to follow—or be dragged after her—we find ourselves pushed into the middle of dancing drunk people. Cyrus makes sure to keep an eye on her as he starts to push the product while we just enjoy our time with her.

Once there, she lets go of our hands and drags hers up her body until her arms are in the air. Her eyes close, and she tips her head back as her hips roll to the beat. I watch, my mouth dry and cock hardening as she drops, twists, and grinds effortlessly, like no one else is here. When her eyes open and lock on me, she smirks. She knows the effect she has on me.

On all men, for that matter.

My gaze pulls away for only a moment to see Asher is struggling also. He’s watching her ass and hips, entranced by her every move. She giggles as her eyes close again and she spins, stumbling into me before dancing outside of my grasp. I can feel the hungry, jealous eyes of the men around us, and I want them to know. Want them to see.

That she’s ours.

She laughs as she spins between us, and I finally manage to catch the free bird. Gripping her hips, I stare hungrily into her eyes.

Pulling her close, I drop my head and press my forehead to hers as I grind into her. I match the twist of her hips as those incredible breasts press against my chest. Asher comes up behind her, brushing the hair from her neck and dropping a kiss there as he cups her hips from behind.

I feel people staring, but I don’t give a fuck. They are probably jealous, and not of her, but us. She looks like a fucking goddess between us, especially when her eyes close, her lips tilt up, and her head falls back to Asher’s shoulder. Her body winds and moves to the beat with a fluidity that can’t be replicated.

As if she is the music.

It pounds in time to my heart. My world is consumed by the woman, the fucking beautiful goddess in my arms. She may be rude, impulsive, brash, and loud, but fuck if I’m not obsessed with every inch of her. From her smart fucking mouth to her insane talent. I could watch her dance all night, like my own private show, but feeling her flow against me? It has me imagining just how she would move as I fucked her—something I’ve imagined every single fucking day since I met her.

I hear the whispers, the nickname they are giving her—Crew’s Darling, and they are fucking right. She’s ours, and I’m never giving her up. I wasn’t looking for anything more than a good time, happy with my brothers and our family, but then she came crashing into our lives with a smirk and a wild heart, ready to keep up with us and hand us our asses when we need it. In a short amount of time, Blair has slipped her way into our family and my priorities.

I don’t know where we’ll be tomorrow or the day after or even next year. I live day to day, always have, but I know for the first time ever that Blair has me planning my future, and she’s in it. She’s the fucking hub, the fucking heart. It’s unconventional, but our family always has been. I don’t know if it will work, or if it will fall apart. We are always walking a tightrope between too much and just enough, and one day it might just snap, but right now? With her in my arms?

I’m ready to risk it all for my stepsister.

Leaning down, I press my lips to her ear, feeling the way her chest rises sharply as she inhales. “Tonight, you’re ours.” Before she can protest, I nibble on her lobe, making her groan before I carry on. “And we are yours.”

She shivers in our grasp but doesn’t defy my snarled promise. She simply lets herself go in our arms, trusting us to protect her, to be there as she dances. I feel Cyrus’s eyes on us at all times, always watching our backs, but we have more than our own to protect now.

We have hers.

We claimed her, so she has a target on her, and one day she will find that out. Before then, we need to make it worth her while so she sticks around, because if she left now, she would be taking Cyrus’s ruined heart and Asher’s colourful one with her.

We dance for hours, our bodies moving in sync, not sparing anyone else a look. There is no one but Crew, and when Cyrus has finally had enough of stupid drunk people, he tells us it’s time to leave. Asher helps Blair outside. Some of the booze has worn off, but she’s still giggly, and apparently so is he. I walk behind them, grinning at the sight of them hanging on to each other as Cyrus snorts next to me.

“Least he’s happy.”

“We all are, brother,” I reply, and when he looks over at me, I smile wider. “Even you.”

“Shut up, I’m not.”

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