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“I hear Mav and Atlas,” Draven says when he sees me.
“They seem odd,” I complain as I grab my clutch. I don’t really need anything except my drivers license and phone.Draven peeks into my bag before rolling his eyes and pulling out his wallet to tuck my license in with his.
“I want your hands unobstructed withstuff,” Draven scoffs, surprising me. “I’ll take your phone and put it in my pocket, so you can leave the ridiculous bag.”
“That’s weirdly sweet.” I grin back at him. He’s sitting on the bed, so I climb him like the tree he is, straddling him to give him a kiss. Thank God for smudge-proof lipstick. His large hands roll me over his already hard erection, making me shiver in need.
Focus, hussy.
“I think I’m biting off more than I can chew with you,” I tease him. “Thank you for making tonight easier.”
“Lovely, you are perfect for me. Your pussy wraps around my cock like a glove, your lips are always sweet, and you embrace my crazy. That’s all I need,” he says sincerely, standing.
Gasping, I squeeze my thighs around his waist so I won’t fall, hugging his neck tightly.
“There’s not an alternate universe anywhere that lets me drop you,” he chuckles. Hugging me to him as if he doesn’t want to let go, he walks to the doorway of the room before carefully placing me on my feet.
Draven isn’t an asshole to the guys, even though they do deserve it. He doesn’t throw our budding relationship around either. Turning, I find Atlas and Mav staring at us intensely as they sit on the couch, and I shrug.Well, he tried.
“So this is a thing now, I see,” Mav says lightly. Even last night it would have been said with snark or coldness. What the hell is going on?
“It is,” I tell them, handing Draven my phone to tuck away. Tyler looks amused by this, inclining his head toward the door. “If you’re coming, we should go now.”
Mav and Atlas stand, quiet mountains as we walk out of the room to the elevator bank. It’s a little unnerving, but better than them fighting me the entire way.
“I called a ride-share,” Tyler says quietly as we get into the elevator. “It’s about a twenty-minute drive and then we can figure things out from there.”
As the ride-share arrives, Draven startles, pulling out my phone. “Your vibrate setting is strong enough to make my cock think it was all for him.”
Giggling, I shake my head. “I won’t pay attention to it if it’s not jarring and obnoxious,” I explain as we get into the car. Taking the phone from him, I notice an unknown number. Knowing, I click the accept button.
“Hello,” I say as I scoot to the end of the seats.
“I hope you're not planning on standing me up,” Seán says smoothly, making me frown as I put on my seatbelt. I make sure the sound is loud, gesturing to Mav to slam the door loudly as he gets in.
Confused, he closes the door hard, thanking the driver for picking us up. I want Seán to hear the evidence behind my words.
“I figured it was too early to arrive at the club,” I say primly. He didn’t specify a time. “You hung up last night before giving me a time of arrival. I’m in a ride-share now.”
“Oh,” he grunts. I have a feeling he’s used to being in charge, but I doubt people make a point of ghosting him.
“You’re awfully anxious, Sir,” I tell him. “Do people make a point of not doing what they tell you they’ll do?”
“Only the dead ones,”he says, sighing. “I don’t really want to kill you. Mila said she was impressed with you.”
“If this is a job invitation, I’m already employed,” I tease, even as my heart pounds in my chest. I’m used to speaking to men in power, because I’ve been around the titans of music myentire life. I’ve watched them build careers and topple them just as easily. They don’t enjoy the word ‘no’.
“I’m quite aware of that,” Seán grumbles. “I can hear you’re in the car now. When you arrive, walk right up to the red velvet rope past the line. Cormac will let you in.”
“Thank you,” I say, not wanting to press my luck. “Will—” Seán hangs up on me before I can ask if Jordan will be there.
“The man has the manners of a man child,” I sigh. “Lord help me with grumpy assholes.”
“Do you have a death wish?” Atlas asks with wide eyes. “I’m positive you do with the way you were speaking to the head the The Irish Fucking Mafia!”
The last part is hissed in anger at me, which simply causes me to shrug. I decided I’m not going to let their words hold any power over me anymore. They’re just words, I can survive them.
“So he’s a fairly powerful man,” I tell him. “You clearly don’t know who raised me.”
