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“You’re an asshole.”
“Maybe. Now stop talking and let me fuck you. The only word I want to hear from your mouth is my goddamn name when I make you come.”
Chapter
Thirty-Nine
JESSIE
It’s been almost a week since our trip to Erin’s office. She still hasn’t provided Shane with any information about the Ivanovs, but I suppose she's a busy lady. I’ve spent so little time digging into them myself that I can hardly blame her. Finding the Wolf used to be my only goal in life. It occupied my mind constantly. But, these days I find myself almost permanently distracted by the four fine-ass men who are currently sitting eating dinner with me.
Conor looks up at me as he licks his fingers clean. “That was some meal, Angel.” He grins.
“It sure was,” Liam adds while Shane simply winks at me, but I know that is the equivalent of his seal of approval.
“Thank you. Mikey has been teaching me,” I blush. “I’m glad you all liked it.”
Mikey walks up to me and kisses my cheek. “It was perfect, Red. You’re a natural.”
“I think our talented new chef deserves a treat for working so hard in this kitchen all day.” Conor says with a flash of his eyebrows.
“Oh? Like what?” I grin at him.
“How about a night out?”
“At the club?” I ask with a huge grin.
“Anywhere you want, Angel,” Conor replies.
“You sure you want to go to the club?” Shane asks.
“Yes. I love dancing. I haven’t been out dancing for as long as I can remember.” In fact, I’ve done it about four times before in my life.
“Then let’s get our asses in some showers and get ready,” Mikey says with a big smile on his face. “You want any help getting ready, Red?” he says to me.
“No. Everyone to their own showers, or we won’t get out this side of midnight,” Shane snaps.
A little under two hours later, I walk out of my room and down the hallway to where my four guys are standing, chatting with each other. they're dressed in suits, but not their usual work ones. No, these are both more casual and somehow even sexier. Each of them has their shirt open at the collar and my ovaries almost explode at the sight of them. Do I really get to have my pick of these guys?
Mikey sees me first and he wolf whistles so loudly, I blush to the roots of my hair. I pull the hem of my dress down nervously. “Is this too short?” I say, referring to the black leather and mesh mini dress that I’ve chosen.
“No,” Mikey says with a vigorous shake of his head as he walks toward me, taking one of my hands in his before he twirls me around while Conor and Liam loudly voice their approval. Shane is quiet as usual, but his eyes linger on the exposed skin of my thighs as I walk toward the elevator where he’s standing with his two brothers. When I reach them, Shane grabs my hand and spins me around until I’m facing the doors.
“Let’s go,” he growls, but he slips his hand around my waist and holds me tight against his body before his other hand slides between my thighs and up my dress. He palms my pussy possessively. “Don’t forget who this belongs to, Jessie. If anyone gets even a glimpse of these panties tonight, I’ll spank your ass so hard you won’t be able to sit down for a week.”
His brothers chuckle softly beside us while I stand there biting my lip and wondering why I find Shane’s sudden possessiveness so damn hot. A hard spanking from Shane Ryan makes me hot and wet and needy.
“They won’t,” I breathe. “Promise.” Despite how much I would like him to deliver on that promise, I’m not in the habit of flashing my panties, or anything else, in public.
We walk through the crowded club toward the VIP area. There are scantily dressed clubbers everywhere, men and women, bodies pressed up against each other in the dark space, but none of them get close to me as I’m flanked by my four hot, protective bodyguards. I step into the booth and the Ryan brothers follow me. I’d have to be blind and stupid not to notice the attention they draw when they walk through the crowd - the attention that I draw. I can feel the eyes on me and almost hear the questions buzzing through people’s heads. Who is she? Is she with one of them? Which one?
I’m not used to drawing attention to myself. In fact, I’ve done my best to avoid it for the past eight years. But as I sit down, and Shane and Liam sit either side of me, draping their arms around me possessively, I can’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction, and a massive fuck you to all the people who ever told me I wasn’t pretty enough, or good enough.
Shane turns his body toward mine, placing his warm hand on my thigh, and sliding it up the edge of my dress. “You look incredible, Hacker,” he mouths against my ear as his hand slips between my thighs again and up toward my panties. “I want to fuck you right here in this booth.”
I bite on my lower lip as his words cause a rush of wet heat in my core. “You wouldn’t, though, right?” I breathe.
“Oh, yes, I would. But I’d clear this club out first. I don’t want any of the assholes in here who have been drooling over you since we walked in seeing you being fucked, do I?”
