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Hell, she’s not just making a move, she’s making the move.
Right in front of me.
Venom and Dakota Joe glance at each other.
Ares ignores the offer. Instead, he introduces me, “Tawny, I want you to meet Rory.”
She doesn’t bother looking in my direction. “Why?”
“Because I’m introducing you to my girl,” he says gruffly. “Show her some respect.”
She shifts her inebriated gaze to me. “They call me TA,” she says with a smirk. “Because clearly, I have the best tits and ass in here.”
I raise an eyebrow at her. “Or maybe because your name is Tawny-Ann?”
The look she gives me is pure frost.
She turns back to Ares. “Is she really your girlfriend?”
I answer for him, “Tonight, I am.”
It’s not enough for her to back away. She’s drunk and horny, and she knows exactly who she wants to scratch that itch. Obviously, she doesn’t think I’m any kind of threat to her when she runs a nail down his big arm and smirks. “When you get bored of her, you know where to find me.”
Itching to wipe that smirk from her lips, I lean forward. “Hey, tits and ass girl, how about you back away from the table and go find another boyfriend for the night.”
I ignore her gasp of indignation and turn to Ares. His eyebrows are raised, surprised by my aggressiveness. While I’m ready to pee on him to claim him as mine because this girl makes me feel all kinds of possessiveness, and I’m not sure how I feel about that.
I raise an eyebrow at Ares. “I think you’d better show me your room.”
ARES
I close my bedroom door behind me and the sounds from the party fade.
Rory sits on the end of the bed and leans back seductively.
And damn, she looks good on my bed.
She raises an eyebrow. “So this is where you make all those club girls moan your name?”
She’s teasing, but I hear the jealousy in every word, even if she thinks she’s hiding it.
And I’m not gonna lie, it turns me on.
The way she told Tawny-Ann to back off.
It got me hard.
Crossing the room, I drop to my knees in front of her. I part her legs, and the glimpse of her tiny underwear sends a wave of excitement straight to my cock.
“Does that make you jealous?” I ask, sliding my hands along the golden skin of her thighs until they meet the damp fabric of her panties. She trembles beneath my touch and bites down on her lip, her eyes heavy and hooded. “Thinking about me with the club girls in my bed, thinking about my cock being inside someone else?”
I don’t give her a chance to reply, I yank her closer so I’m encased in her thighs.
She drapes her arms over my shoulders. Her face is stiff. Her eyebrow still raised.
“No, it doesn’t.”
She’s lying.
