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"Not with her."
He glanced at my arm around her chair. "Think she'd be good for you," he offered casually and shrugged. Julian had a skill of saying a lot with a little.
"I hear you, brother."
He grinned and nodded. "'Bout time."
Sylvie handed us cups of sangria and party music blasted from the speakers. "Here we go. I'm so excited."
This was a chill krewe. Kane was the only one who rubbed me the wrong way, but he was keeping his distance from Wren for now.
We were about to roll when another group came up the stairs. I recognized Keegan Knight, Steel and Vander's brother. He headed up the Atlanta office of Knight Security. Behind him was Auggie Provatorova and his wife Haven, and behind them was...
Fuck me. Fucking hell.
Three women from Keegan's office, two of whom I'd slept with before, one who I'd rejected because she didn't seem like she could handle me at all. She was clingy when she was trying to get with me, and I knew she wouldn't be cool with the brush off when we were done.
Jesus, fuck. This float suddenly felt a lot smaller.
The girls saw me and made a B-line in my direction. I could not tell you their names, but they all came and started putting their hands on me, saying my name, saying they were happy to see me again. Now, normally, I might've been happy to have some options for the end of the parade, but tonight was for Wren.
I turned toward her, but she was gone. She'd worked her way over to Kane and was chatting him up. My first instinct was to go and claim her, but again, not my girl. I had no right to her. If she wanted Kane, she was free to date him, marry him, fuck him. Whatever she wanted.
Of course, I'd have to kill him if he even touched her but...
Cheers from the crowd lining the street drowned out the cheesy music Sylvie was playing on the float, and we rolled out onto Royal Street. The action distracted the women from Keegan's office, and I took the chance to back away from them. I stood in the middle of the float and watchedWren. She looked to Kane with questioning eyes as he showed her how to throw the beads.
I could just imagine she was worried they were expensive and tossing them out was wasteful.
He nodded for her to try it. She braced herself then let one fly. A girl in the crowd caught it and cheered. Wren waved back, eyes bright, mouth open, teeth shining, tits bouncing.
I'd rescued hundreds of people, saved thousands of lives, had plenty of celebrations for successful missions, but I never in my life felt the true joy of giving something to someone like this.
Swear to God, man. I'd give Wren a thousand Mardi Gras parades if it made her light up like that every time.
Another song with the word "night" in it played on the speakers. My sister did that every year. As we rolled through the French Quarter, the crowd became more rowdy. Drinks were flying, music blaring, and the real party was in full swing.
Wren started to dance. I was instantly hard. Watching her have fun, I could handle, but one wiggle of her hips, and I was toast. One of the women I'd been with before came up to me and tried to get me to dance. I gave her the evil eye.
"What's your problem, Mag? You were always up for a good time."
"Tonight's different."
She followed my gaze to where Kane was standing behind Wren.
"Who's that?" she asked.
"No one. Give me some space, alright?" I looked into her eyes, and she nodded before she slinked away.
I didn't like Kane guarding my girl like that, but at least she was safe. As we turned onto Bourbon Street, the vibe ramped up, and girls were flashing their tits for beads. The chicks from Keegan's office pulled their dresses down, and someone threw beads at them as they squealed in stupid delight.
Wren watched the whole thing with her mouth wide open. I hadn't told her about that because it didn't always happen. Depended on the timing and the route, but Fat Tuesday on Bourbon Street? Yeah, it was gonna happen. Bourbon Street was mostly tourists looking to play up the hedonism and indulgence. Locals didn't participate.
Wren looked down at her own top like she was considering it. Kane watched with hungry eyes, waiting to see if she'd do it.
The crowd chanted, "Show your tits."
Oh, hell no.
