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“Huh?” She leaned over my shoulder from where she flirted with a dude who looked like he belonged more on a Harley than in a frat house, all beard and leather and ink. Mind, he could pull it off, he was as hot as the D Boys in his own way. Jacks’s eyes widened as she spotted my ex. “Oh, shit.”
Lennox flashed me a cold smile. No, not me, the man Jacks was chatting up. “Badger.”
“Dickhead.” Ink boy smiled his greeting, showing white teeth and hard eyes before his gaze turned hot as Hades as he found Jacks again. “Have fun, sweet thing. I’ll be right here.” He gave her a long, knowing look, sexual tension fizzing the air around us.
“I like him,” I whispered back to Jacks.
She nodded happily. “Let’s dance.”
Strobing light alternated with black and blew my vision into a series of frames seared into my memory. Jacks dragged me onto the dance floor leaving her hot prospect—pun intended—and my ex behind.
The moment we stepped into the crowd she got busy dancing dirty with me. Bodies pummeled us from all sides, the room turning white then purple then black. Hands wandered freely as Jacks ground her ass into my groin.
Laughing as the vodka hit my system, I tipped my head back and made a few swipes at her butt, even managing to connect a few smacks. She squealed and spun back to swing us around in too-large circles for the crowd. She shouted something, pointing over my shoulder, but I couldn’t make out her words.
“What?” I yelled back, my throat tearing with the effort.
Jacks shook her head, blonde-pink hair flying in all directions as she cut loose. I shrugged it off as a second tiny bottle of vodka appeared from between her breasts. I drank that too, losing myself in the music.
Which worked perfectly well for a short period until my friend abandoned me in search of booze and a pair of hands I didn’t recognize clamped around my waist.
Chapter Six
Maxom
I watched her from the shadows, warming a beer I wasn’t going to drink anyway. I never did drink, not on nights when I was hunting. And Maddie Sutcliff was worth hunting for.
Her filmy see-through dress that drew every eye in the room parted at the apex of her thighs, and every time she swirled around on the dance floor with her crazy ass friend, her dress lifted to play a game of peek-a-fucking-boo with pale, toned legs. The stripes of a garter belt framed her flesh, the darkness between her thighs creating a constant torment that ripped through my blood. I shoved my other hand in my pocket, fisting my fingers, refusing to touch myself.
Remember why you’re here, Dietrich.
Finally her friend broke away and headed for the bar while Maddie kept dancing. More than one guy approached her but she knocked them all away, sidestepping grasping hands. One football jock sidled up to her, slipping a wandering hand up around her breast. She stopped dancing and flared up at him, her lips moving, though I doubted anyone could hear what she said. The kid backed off, his hands raised, muttering what I thought might be apologies.
I grinned over the lip of my beer, running my tongue around its warmed edge while my blood slowly simmered. Damn, she was a sight. Another pair of hands grabbed at her body, sliding along her thighs, not taking her blatant fuck off vibe as a hint, and I’d had enough. I pushed away from the wall, slamming the warm beer down.
She was my target.
Mine.
And if she wanted torment, I could give that to her right now.
Sporting a raging hard-on that thankfully couldn’t be seen under the lights, I watched her twist away. That twirling sidestep should’ve been on a court, not a dance floor.
The girl has a great defense, but can she tackle my offense?
All too easily I slid between humping bodies into the space at her back. The dude she already rejected stared at me for a long moment, his lip curled. I held his gaze until another set of hands raised as he backed away, too. From me, this time, not her.
I slipped right into her body, grasping around her waist. My thumbs brushed beneath the swell of her heavy breasts as I pulled her back into my chest. My cock lined up perfectly to push between the globes of her ass cheeks, nestling there. She froze for a second, then my little wildcat returned in force.
Maddie twisted and scraped her knuckles across mine, leaving an unpleasant sensation over the backs of my hands. On someone else it might be enough to make an attacker let go, but tonight she was shit out of luck.
“That little move won’t work with me, Sutcliff,” I murmured into her ear, flicking my tongue out to taste her cheek. Sweat, strawberries, and a hint of vodka.
She came ready for a party tonight. Pity I got in the road of whatever happily ever after she sold herself heading into the frat house.
Maddie stilled, and I took the opportunity to pull her a little closer until there wasn’t a breath of air between our bodies. She trembled and I could have sworn she arched into me, her body reacting to mine as I held her.
My hand slipped between her breasts, coasting along her collarbone and throat to catch her jaw and applying pressure there until her head tipped back. “Are we still playing a game?”
