Dallas wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed his cheek. “I’m good. You know I can take care of myself. Just be careful, okay? Make sure you get a birth certificate and use protection.”

With a sigh Linc pressed a kiss to her temple and grabbed one of the bottles of beer the bartender had placed on the bar top. “Text me if you need me.”

“I won’t need you. Love you,” she called when he disappeared into the crowd. He winked at her over his shoulder before he was completely out of sight.

Marissa, with a glass of white wine in hand, turned to grab Dallas’s arm. “Will you dance with me? I love this song.”

Picking up her own drink, Dallas took two big gulps before pushing it into my hands. “We’ll find you two later. My girl and I are gonna dance.”

My lips twitched, trying to hold onto a grin. She was so fucking beautiful, but right now she was adorable. “Wait.” She raised a brow at me again and my body responded accordingly with how much I liked when she did that. “Kiss me.”

Just before her blue eyes narrowed on me I saw the heat and need. As if taking my command as a challenge, she stepped closer. My body caught fire as her perfume filled my nose. My gaze zeroed in on her lips, craving her taste with an almost desperate need. As if in slow motion, she moved closer. In her heels she was as tall as I was and I couldn’t wait to find a dark corner to mold every inch of her against me.

Closer and closer her lips got until her breath caressed my mouth. I tried to hold in my groan but didn’t quite succeed when I caught the hint of rum and pineapple juice on her hot breath. Her lips tilted up in satisfaction when she heard the groan. “Ax...” she breathed my name, making my body throb. Her voice plus my name equaled a raging hard-on.

Then her lips brushed over my cheek, and not my lips. With a wicked grin she stepped back. “Later,” she called over her shoulder as she grabbed Marissa’s now-free hands and pulled her toward the crowded dance floor.

I stood there, sucking in deep breaths as I attempted to gain control of the inferno that was now my entire aching body. Beside me, Wroth chuckled in his scary as shit tone, his hands full of his beer and Marissa’s glass of wine. “Damn, she’s a fucking tease. Nearly got me hot watching her just now.”

I shot him a freezing glare and took a long swallow of Dallas’s punch. “Fuck you.”

Wroth threw his head back and laughed out loud, something that rarely happened. Some of my tension eased at the sound of it and I took another drink of the rum punch. It was girly as hell but it was delicious and soothed any remaining ache in my throat. Rolling my eyes, I swallowed the rest of the drink, ordered another one for Dallas to have when she was through dancing, and let Wroth lead us toward the VIP room.

While we waited on the girls to get back I finally pulled my phone out of the front pocket of my jeans and pulled up Emmie’s name in my text history. Not surprising the last text that we had shared had been early that morning. I talked to her more than anyone else in the world, and half the time she was the length of the country away.

Me: Nat said 2 text u. Y couldn’t u just text me and wait until I got back 2 u?
Almost immediately she texted back.

Emmie: Because I knew u wouldn’t unless she made u. U would b 2 busy chasing after blonde and beautiful.
Me: Guilty. Don’t be sad. I still <3 you. Don’t tell ur hubs though.
Emmie: Lol. Pretty sure Nik knows. <3 u 2. How is it going? She putty in ur hands yet?
I glanced up from my phone as Marissa and Dallas dropped down onto the long leather couch between me and Wroth. She looked like she was having the time of her life. I typed one last message before putting the phone back in my pocket.

Me: Almost. Working on it. Night, gorgeous. <3 u most.
Drinking her punch thirstily, Dallas leaned her head back against the leather couch. “Who was that?”

“Em.” I lifted my beer to my lips and took a long swallow. “You all danced out or you want to hit one of the theme rooms with me?”
“You’ll have to ask my date.”

“What the fuck?” I didn’t mean to snarl but that was the way it came out.

Dallas giggled and picked up Marissa’s hand. “I told you, she’s my girl tonight.” She lifted Marissa’s hand and nibbled on her fingers, wiggling her brow at Marissa suggestively.

I don’t know who groaned first, me or Wroth, but I knew that I wasn’t the only one affected by the sight of Dallas sucking on her fingers. Marissa, seeming completely ignorant of the fact that she was now the star of some very wild fantasies giggled and pulled her hand away. “Go on, Dallas. Have fun. I’m going to sit here and try to talk Wroth into ordering me something a little stronger than wine.”

My eyes went to my guitarist and his gaze collided with mine. I saw the look there, knew he was practically begging me not to leave him alone when he was obviously fighting with himself after Dallas’s little show. Wroth might be a woman-hater, but there was one woman he would give his life for. One woman who owned him completely. He just didn’t think he deserved her and denied himself at every turn.

While I felt sorry for the bastard, I wasn’t going to turn down the chance to get Dallas on the dance floor and rubbing against me like she used to do when we were together. Sure I was a selfish bastard, but who could blame me?

Dallas

I was pretty sure I’d just caused trouble between Wroth and Marissa with my little tease. In all honestly, I hadn’t been thinking about those two as I had seductively sucked on Marissa’s fingers. All I had been thinking was that I wanted to make Axton ache as much as I was aching. To make his dick throb as much as my pussy was throbbing.

As we headed out of the VIP room toward whatever theme room Axton decided on, I felt the tension that we were leaving behind. Pretty sure I had just left a gorgeous girl caged in the VIP room with a very turned on beast. Fortunately I knew that Wroth wouldn’t hurt Marissa so I quickly pushed them from my mind as Axton pulled me into a room where the lights were dimmed to the point that it was nearly complete black inside the room. The only light was the one red pulsing light that was shot like a laser from one side of the room to the next while popular pop music that was remixed with techno vibrated the walls.

This room made you deaf to anything but the music and nearly blind because of the barely-there lighting. This theme room wasn’t nearly as crowded as the dance floor downstairs. I could understand why. You had to have some big trust to be in this room. The people dancing in here were obviously couples, or singles that had hooked up with someone downstairs and wanted some private time.