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There’s an air of suspicion in Kasey’s gaze as she waits for me to elaborate. It sucks having a best friend who’s a reporter sometimes. This girl is like a human lie detector.
“Honestly, Kasey. I have no idea.” It’s all lies, but I’m not about to cop to the steaming hot make-out session we had before we were interrupted. That shit is going with me to my grave.
Thankfully, she lets it go and we enjoy a few more songs before she gets thirsty and tells me she’s going back to the table. I don’t want to stop dancing though. This is the first time in too long I’ve been able to forget everything and let loose. I feel someone come up behind me, not quite touching me, but almost. I turn my head to glance behind me and am met with a pair of deep-brown eyes. I give him a smile and he dances a little closer, taking my smile as the invitation it was intended to be. He looks over my shoulder and smiles at the beautiful woman in front of me who comes up to us and begins dancing.
Her fingers come up to my face, grazing my ear. “I love your earrings,” she says just loud enough for me to hear.
I notice she is wearing a necklace with a little pineapple on it too. Now I wish I would have bought the matching necklace.
“Thank you. I love your necklace too.”
The man behind me and the woman in front of me put a hand on each hip and begin to lean closer in. Now listen, I am fine with the whole when-in-Rome philosophy, but I don’t want to give these two the wrong impression. While I’m thinking about how to extricate myself from this hot couple sandwich, I look over to our booth and see Jackson rise from his seat with his eyes blazing, searing into me. He’s on his way over here and is definitely not happy.
Chapter 4
Jackson
WatchingAbigailonthedance floor is an exercise in patience the likes of which I was not expecting. Her curves move seductively to the music as she closes her emerald-green eyes and lets herself go. Lust rockets through my system, making my palms sweat with a need to touch her as I try to carry on a conversation with my brother. Donovan isn’t much better than I am at this point, based on the looks he’s shooting at Kasey. At least he’ll get to take his girl home tonight, I’ll be stuck with nothing but my hand for company, as Abigail so helpfully pointed out. Damn, the mouth on that woman. I wish she used it for something else other than busting my balls every chance she gets.
Kasey comes back to the table to cool off with the champagne I had ready for them. I knew it was Abigail’s favorite, so I ordered a few bottles when Donovan told me they would be coming in tonight.
“Are you having fun, beautiful?” my brother asks Kasey.
She leans over and plants a kiss on his lips. “I am. What’s been going on here?”
“Oh, just contemplating world domination. You know, the usual,” I reply with a smile plastered on my face while trying to ignore the intense urge to go to Abigail and take her in my arms. Kasey playfully rolls her eyes and turns back to Donovan.
“Well, in that case, we should get Abigail over here. She would definitely be the one to lead the army.” We all laugh at that. Yup, Abigail has that feisty redhead thing down pat. She could bring any man or woman to her knees with that sharp as fuck tongue of hers. And now I’m thinking about her delicious kisses as her tantalizing tongue swept through my mouth.Shit.Looking back to Abigail on the dance floor, I’m assaulted with memories of that night in Costa Rica. I swear to God I’ve had to handle business with myself at least three times a day since we’ve been back. Every time I remember how perfectly she melted into my body during our hot as fuck make-out session, I get a raging hard-on that won’t go down. The kind that is quickly happening now. Dammit, I’d really rather not have this situation while I’m mere feet from my brother and his woman.
A man comes up behind Abigail to dance. I recognize him. He and his wife like to frequent the club to find other couples with the same proclivities as them. Nice enough couple. And attractive. They enjoy the swinger lifestyle and bring a lot of money into the club anytime they’re here. They also like to make use of our voyeur rooms, always putting on quite the show for our members.
His wife dances up to Abigail’s front, her hand sweeping against Abigail’s ear. She noticed the pineapple earrings. I chuckle to myself because I’d known it wouldn’t be long until someone did, but the longer I watch, the less amused I am. The couple isn’t being overtly sexual toward her, but when they move in closer to Abigail, I see her discomfort. I thought it would be funny to see how she extracts herself from this very thing, but it’s quickly turning out to not be so amusing.
Okay, I’ve let it go on long enough. It’s clear Abigail has no idea what the pineapple earrings she’s wearing mean. Usually, upside-down pineapples are a signal you’re into the swinger lifestyle, but I have a feeling this couple is feeling her out. Iwasperfectly willing to sit back and watch her put herself in an uncomfortable situation she wouldn’t be prepared for. I’m here so I knew I would be able to pull her away before anything went too far, but what I wasn’t expecting is the surge of jealousy I feel when I see her dancing with the couple.What the hell, Hayes, get it together.
I stand just as Abigail meets my eyes. Anger at seeing their hands on her swirls in my gut as I make my way to the dancing threesome.
Reaching out, I grab Abigail’s hand. “A word, please.”
I don’t wait for a response as I tug her to me and begin guiding us toward the bar. We’re off to the side, away from members and prying eyes.
She rips her hand from my grip and takes a step back. “What the hell, devil spawn? You saw I was having a good time and decided to come ruin it?”
I crack a sarcastic smirk at her. “Is that what you call it? You liked having their hands all over you? Do you even know what they thought was going to happen?”
“We were dancing. This is a club, is it not?” She sweeps her hand in the air, challenging me. Always challenging me.
“It didn’t strike you funny that she was wearing an upside pineapple charm on her necklace, almost the same as yours?” A confused look washes over her face, but just as quickly disappears.
“So?” she replies like I’m the biggest idiot on the planet.
“So,” I begin. “An upside-down pineapple is a signal that you’re into the swinger lifestyle. They thought you were here to meet another couple for some play time.”
Her eyes widen a fraction, obviously trying to hide the surprise, before they swiftly turn molten with, if I had to guess, rage.
“You asshole,” she exclaims. “You knew when you saw my earrings what people would think. I can’t believe you didn’t say anything. Oh wait, yes, actually, I can. I’ll bet you couldn’t wait to watch me embarrass myself. You’re such a dick, Jackson.”
Fuck, she’s really mad if she’s using my actual name and not some rude nickname.
