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No, I really don’t want to leave with her, my subconscious screams. I didn’t come here tonight to get attention, but when I sat down with Max, he was already surrounded by half the female population of Nevada, so it was inevitable that I’d have to talk to someone. I’d rather be talking to Zoey, so it’s a shame she asked me to back off earlier. I’ve done as she asked, but now I’m not sure I can keep that promise. I’ll break a tooth with how hard my jaw is clenched watching her grind over Aaron all night.
I tear my gaze from the dancefloor, glancing over to Max, who I silently implore to look at me so I can point out that Aaron is doing all kinds of touching to his baby sister, but he’s nuzzled in between two women so there’s no chance he’ll look up, despite my telepathy skills.
“Listen, I appreciate the offer, but I’m not looking for anything right now.” I remove her hand from my chest. “I hope you have a good night. I’m going to get another drink.” I stand whilst giving her a polite smile, the kind I’ve been subtly throwing her way since she sat next to me, but she chose to ignore. Her face reddens as she huffs a response I can’t hear because I’m striding away to refill my already full tumbler of whiskey.
I’m about to reach the bar when I lock eyes with Zoey, who still has her hands around Aaron’s neck. She’s flush to his front and his head is buried in her neck, hands on her hips as they move in sync. Her barely there sequin dress sparkles around her like a disco ball. She moves her hips like a snake against Aaron’s front, and my blood spikes to dangerous temperatures. He needs to move his hands; she needs to step away.
Before I know it, I’ve eaten up the space between us in three long strides. With the music blaring around us, Aaron hasn’t noticed me yet, but Zoey has. Her wide eyes flare with mischief as her tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip. “Hey mountain man,” she shouts over the rhythmic beat that seems to mirror the thumping happening in my chest right now.
“Aaron,” I boom and when he looks up, he’s got the exact same look of mischief on his face. “Fuck off,” I say through gritted teeth.
He laughs, throwing his head back. “Why would I do that? I’m dancing withmy girl.” He grips her hips tighter, spiking my pulse from thumping to raging.
Releasing a slow breath through my nose, I look up to the ceiling, willing my anger to settle before I forcefully remove him from Zoey’s body. I know he’s goading me; he does it all the time—but I’m hanging by a thread of control right now. I don’t want his hands all over her, and I’m not okay with him calling her his either.
I level my head to look at them again. Zoey’s expression has changed from mischievous to devious. She turns to face Aaron, whispering something in his ear. When he looks back at her, he tilts his head, questioning whatever she just whispered to him, but relents when her stare hardens.
He bends and kisses her cheek and my fists clench. Aaron moves, but I don’t look at him as he leaves. My focus is still on Zoey. She moves effortlessly to the music and leans in towards me, smelling like tequila and trouble. “Dance with me. I know you want to.”
I want to. God, do I want to.
Forcing myself to swallow the lump that’s left over from the fury I just felt, I take a deep breath. Zoey strokes her hand down my arm, her eyes following the movement, erasing the remaining stress from my body in an instant. Her warm, delicate hands move to smooth over my chest and snake around the back of my neck, where she links them and pulls me to her with a grin that should be illegal.
Zoey Bancroft is going to be the death of me.
“Don’t make me beg, Harrison. I just want one little dance.” She pouts those perfect, pink lips and flutters her mesmerising eyelashes and I surrender. I wrap an arm around her waist and pull our bodies flush together, relishing the gasp that leaves her mouth and brushes against the skin on my neck.
Her body relaxes against mine immediately as she moves her hips to the music again. Her softness caresses every part of me as we move, but I want more. I want to explore every inch of her, to feel her yield to my touch. There’s a control switch in my head that I’m usually pretty good at keeping in check, but tonight, with Zoey in my arms, my blood hums with the need to be reckless. Maybe it’s her, maybe it’s the past year I’ve had, but all I know is that I want more with her, consequences be damned. I’d take all the punches from her big brothers if it meant getting all of her.
“You’re tense,” Zoey says, lifting up to talk into my ear.
I reply with a simple nod whilst gritting my teeth. My control is fraying, and I’m trying to stay in the realm of sanity as she grinds against me. But all I want to do is drag her to the nearest dark corner and edge the living shit out of her for being such a brat. The thought of my lips on her skin and my fingers being buried inside her has my cock begging for release, white hot need spears down my spine at an alarming rate as I swallow a groan.
“Worried we’ll be caught by my brothers?”
I nod again, and Zoey sighs hard enough that I feel the exhale of air against my throat.
“Okay, mountain man, we need to loosen you up. Come.” She takes my hand and drags me towards where we sat before with the others. Aaron looks up immediately and beams at Zoey—the bastard. I squeeze Zoey’s hand tighter, and she returns the squeeze, relaxing me slightly.
“Hey, baby girl, miss me already?”
“You wish, pretty boy. We want to do shots. Owen, can you get two rounds of tequila delivered to the table? I’ve got a game to play.”
She turns to me without waiting to see her brother roll his eyes. She lets my hand go but places both her palms on my chest, pushing me backwards. The heat from her hands sears through me, making me feel weak, so I move without resistance until my arse hits the leather sofa, and she smirks like a little devil.
Zoey turns around to the group.
“Drinks will be here in a minute,” Owen says over the music, staring at the app on his phone where he ordered the drinks.
“Amazing. So, we are going to play truth or dare.”
“Zoey, we aren’t kids,” Owen protests with a groan. Most of the others react in the same way except Aaron, who looks like an excited puppy, but then he’s always like that.
“I’m aware, but I don’t care. It’ll be fun, and we’re in Vegas, so don’t be whingey bitches. We’re doing this,” she says, taking the space next to me.
Our tray of shots arrives, and they smell like bad decisions.
“Rules: every time you forfeit, you take a shot. Once we’ve gone around once, you have to do a shot anyway. Shots are mandatory. I’m just easing you all in for now. I’ll go first.” She taps her chin and surveys her brothers, Nate, Aaron, and the girls sitting on their respective laps. “Truth or dare… Nate.”
