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I speed walk into the main room, my steps slowing as I hit the crowd. Bikers, fighters, and racers from Zips fill the space. I recognize a few of the women and wave.
Remy lifts his hand, signaling to me from his place behind the bar. Instead of throwing up the middle finger I want, I glare at him.
Confusion wrinkles his forehead.
Good, let him wonder.
I’m so focused on shooting lasers out of my eyeballs, I slam into someone else. By the height, feel, and arms that close around me, it’s Griff.
“I was getting worried about you.”
“I’m fine,” I mumble against his shirt, taking comfort in his warm, solid presence.
He keeps his arm around me while he signals Remy to hand him drinks. Then we make our way over to my favorite table in the back.
“Hey, Griff.” Someone stops us briefly.
Griff keeps moving. “I’ll catch you in a minute.”
We stop at the table and Griff nudges me to slide into the booth first. Good. It’s dark enough in this corner to hide my face. My gaze scans the back hallway I just came from. Did Torch leave? Is that where he was headed when I ran into him?
“Did I tell you how pretty you look tonight?” Griff says, sliding all the way into the booth. I scooch over until I can’t go any farther.
My lips twitch. “Yes, but I don’t mind hearing it again.”
“I’d rather show you.” He leans down and presses his lips to mine. Soft and gentle at first, then slowly becoming more insistent. He trails kisses along my jaw, to my neck.
A pleasurable shiver races over my skin, momentarily making me forget where we are.
Griff isn’t usually this affectionate in public. Hold my hand, yes. Grab a quick kiss, sure. His teeth grazing my neck in front of everyone—not so much.
I press my hand to his chest. Not really pushing him away, more like a reminder to myself to stay in control, since he’s apparently lost his in public switch. “What are you doing?” My eyelids flutter shut from the shivery sensation of his tongue on that sensitive spot right below my ear.
He dips his head lower, brushing his lips in the crook of my neck. “Kissing my girl.”
“In front of everyone?” I pry my eyelids open and stare around the bar. It’s kind of dark at our corner table, but we’re not exactly invisible. A few Lost Kings at a nearby table glance over and smirk at us, but no one says anything. Some are involved with their own significant others and not paying us any attention.
“Everyone here should know you’re mine,” he whispers.
Is this some weird biker ritual? Or…oh, no. Did he see me talking to Torch? Is he worried some guys might think I was with Torch? Thanks to Remy’s embarrassing plan, everyone probably knows Torch was only “dating” me because my brother asked him to act like my babysitter. Does that somehow make Griff look “bad” to these guys?
“If you’re worried about Torch, I’m sure everyone knows he was only pretending to date me,” I say, casting another stink-eye toward Remy, even though he’s too busy behind the bar to notice this time.
That stops Griff from exploring all my sensitive spots with his tongue. He pulls back, his large frame hiding me from a good portion of the room. “I don’t give a fuck about him.” His eyes glitter with challenge. “Do you?”
“Not like that.” I slide my hand over his heart, feeling the steady thudding against my palm. “I just don’t want to feel like a fire hydrant you’re marking.”
Surprise or maybe hurt flashes in his eyes. “Is that what you think?” He leans close. “I hate to break it to you, but I always have a hard time keeping my hands off of you. And I already told you, it’s not true. The only person that orange-haired motherfucker was doing a ‘favor’ for was himself.”
Why bother protesting? Torch just said almost the same thing, but I can’t stop wondering if Remy put him up to that too. “Griff?—”
“Stop.” He slams his lips over mine and slides his hand through my hair, cradling the back of my head.
I’m absolutely breathless when he finally pulls away.
“I love you so fucking much, Muffin.” He teases his fingers through my hair, rubbing my scalp with the pads of his fingers in a gentle, hypnotic way. “I’m so happy the show is behind me. I don’t have to hide in public or worry about someone taking pictures and posting them online. It’s an enormous weight off my shoulders.”
I hadn’t—but should’ve—realized the constraints bothered him that much. “You seemed to still go where you wanted.”
