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Chapter Twelve
O’Shea
Mickey’s was packed by the time I finally arrived. My gaze swept the crowd, noticing Ashton and her friends laughing at the bar. She was fucking beautiful tonight. Even from where I stood, it was as if a light surrounded her, making it easy to find her in the crowd. Her dark hair fell in waves past her shoulders, her ruby red lips tempting me in ways they shouldn’t. A slow grin pulled at my lips. I’d bet money that her lipstick would be on my cock before the night was over with.
She looked up the stairs toward the entrance, her eyes meeting mine. She waved me over, a soft, beautiful smile settling on her face. I made my way down the steps, cutting through the dancing bodies to get to the bar.
“Aye! The sexy mechanic made it!” Alex cheered from on top of the bar. I smiled and shook my head, turning my attention to Ashton. Her soft blue eyes gazed at me as she took a sip of her drink.
I leaned closer to her. “I didn’t get a chance to tell you at home, but you look beautiful tonight,” I said in her ear. A blush touched her cheeks as she smiled.
“Thanks!” she called over the loud music. Her sweet perfume clouded my senses, making my head cloudy with lust. Chill out. You’re in public.
“What can I get you, bro?” the bartender asked me.
“Jack and Coke,” I answered.
“So how’s it been living with our bestie?” Ava asked me. I shrugged and leaned against the bar.
“It’s cool. She’s not so bad. I mean she doesn’t like to share food and threw a fit when I drank the last of her apple juice—”
“Oh shut up, I’m not that bad,” she exclaimed, playfully slapping my arm. “Plus, I don’t do that anymore.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I said with a smirk, grabbing my drink when the bartender put it down. The crisp, bittersweet drink slid down with ease, sending warmth throughout my body. “Man, that’s good.”
“So where’d you move from?” Alex yelled over the music.
“Virginia.”
“Like it here so far?”
“It’s cool. It’s quiet,” I answered, taking another gulp. Glancing over at Ashton, I noticed she suddenly looked uneasy. I tried to follow her gaze, but it only went into the crowd. Turn Your Lights Down Low by Bob Marley started playing overhead, Ashton’s expression changing to excitement.
“Oh, I love this song! Come dance with me,” she said, pulling my arm before I could really object. Passing my drink to Ava, I followed Ashton to the dance floor.
“Let’s see if you can move those hips outside of the bedroom,” she teased. I laughed.
“Girl, I’ll tear this dance floor up just like I plan to tear you up when we get back home,” I said in her ear. She bit her lip, her cheeks turning red as she started to dance. I grinned. She didn’t say no.
She moved her hips to the beat, watching me in amusement as I danced. “Okay, not bad,” she said and giggled, moving dangerously close to me. She turned around and danced against me, our movements fluid with each other. I wrapped an arm around her waist, inhaling the strawberry scent from her shampoo. I fought the urge to kiss the smooth, warm skin on her neck, gently nuzzling her instead. She turned around and gazed at me with lustful eyes. She briefly looked at my lips before meeting my eyes again. I leaned forward a little, only centimeters from connecting our lips when someone cackled nearby. Ashton jumped and turned, blushing as a tall man with shaggy blond hair and two other men with dark hair approached us.
“Well, well, well, look who’s here tonight,” the blond guy said, eyeing me with a slight snarl before focusing on Ashton.
“Just fuck off, Steve,” Ashton stated, folding her arms across her chest. “Shouldn’t you be entertaining your fiancée instead of harassing me?”
The man smirked at her and took a step closer. “A bar is no place for a pregnant woman,” he sneered. Ashton’s face fell, her skin slightly going pale. If I had to take a guess, I’d say this was probably her ex.
“You wanna go back to the bar, Ash?” I asked her, gently grabbing her elbow. Steve looked at me and then at Ashton.
“Wait, you two are together?” he asked in surprise, his face lighting up. “Oh, this is rich, Ashton. Couldn’t find another respectable white man, so you had to go find yourself a nigger, huh?”
“What the fuck did you say?” I asked, taking a step closer to him. Ashton stepped between us.
“O’Shea, let’s just go,” she said, placing her hands on my chest. Steve continued to stare at me with a sneer on his face.
“You heard exactly what I said. What are you going to do about it…nigger?” he taunted. His two friends cackled in the background, making my blood boil. Before I could fully think the situation through, I punched Steve in the face, sending him stumbling backwards. One of his friends swung at me, missing and nearly hitting Ashton in the process.
“What the fuck is your problem?” Steve bellowed as he charged toward me. Ashton screamed as Steve and I threw punch after punch until other people in the crowd pulled us apart.
