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“Yes.”
He gestured toward the door. “Let’s go.”
16
TANK
I hada feeling she heard Dozer and me talking, but she didn’t ask, so I didn’t offer any information. We just went outside and sat down around the bonfire. I listened to the conversations all around us, hoping like hell that Jane was too. Everyone talked about their lives, jobs, and what they loved, and I wanted her to hear them. I wanted her to compare that to what she would accept and change her mind.
When Becs sat down on Jane’s other side, I got up and moved toward the bar to grab us drinks. I knew she didn’t like beer, but I didn’t have much to offer besides a few mixed drinks. I would have to talk to Bear about putting some wine behind the bar.
Then I remembered this might be the last weekend she spends here, so it would be for nothing. Not wanting to consider that, I moved to sit beside her and handed her the glass. She glanced at me and smiled before taking a sip and listening to what Becs was telling her.
“Where’s Wyatt tonight?”
Grinning, I listened to Becs explain that Pop was babysitting. He became something of a grandfather to the members of this club, and when Becs needed him, he offered to step in. He was also well past the point in his life that he didn’t want to sit around a bonfire with a bunch of prospects.
Throughout the night, I continued to refill Jane’s drink, and we’d talk, but for the most part, we just listened and watched the shit going on around us. The fire was hot, the music was good, and the party grew as the night wore on.
It was getting late when Becs came over to say they were leaving, and Bear wasn’t too far behind. Standing, I reached for Jane’s hand, which she immediately put in mine, and pulled her from the chair.
“Where are we going?”
“It’s getting hot by the fire. Thought we’d take a break. You good with that?”
She smiled. “Sure.”
I loved when Jane was this relaxed. She wasn’t drunk, but she was mellow, meaning she was out of her own head for a while and enjoying herself.
We walked to the bar, and I went behind to grab two more drinks, not surprised to see the prospect manning the bar was now making out with a girl not too far away. Smirking, I came out from behind the bar and stood next to Jane, but she didn't take it when I held out her drink. I saw her eyes locked on the two making out in plain sight. Then her head turned, and I saw what she saw: more couples making out. They weren’t being obvious; they had most of their clothes on and were away from the crowd, but they sure as hell weren’t being shy and didn’t care who saw them.
Setting the drinks on the bar, I wrapped my arms around Jane from behind. “You surprised?”
She stiffened for a moment, but then I felt her body slowly relax, and she laid her head against my chest. “It’s like they don’t even know we’re all still here.”
“They know. They just don’t care.” I dropped my mouth to her ear. “You like that?”
“What they’re doing or watching them?”
“Either? Both?”
I was surprised she didn’t look away and even more surprised when she answered me. “Both, maybe. I’m not sure.”
With one arm tight around her waist, I slid my other hand along her belly until I could slip it under the bottom of her shirt. Her breath caught when my fingers danced over her bare skin. “What turns you on, baby?”
She hesitated, and I wanted to know why. She was about to say something, but it seemed she talked herself out of it.
I waited patiently until she finally answered me, but I knew it wasn’t the response she wanted to give. “I don’t know.”
I skimmed my lips along her neck, and she tilted her head to the side to give me room. “You wanna know what I think?”
“Yeah,” she whispered breathlessly.
I sucked her earlobe into my mouth and slid my hand farther up her shirt until I felt the bottom of her bra. “I think watching them turns you on.”
She swallowed hard when I slowly moved my hand up to cup her breast. “I think you want me to slide my hand into your panties to see how wet you are.”
Her breath caught, and she squirmed against me. Loosening my hand from her waist, I slipped it beneath the waistband of her pants until I could feel the top of her panties. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”
