Page 47 of Scarred

“Get your fucking hands off of her,” I say in a deadly tone as I get right up in his face.

“Woah, man. I didn’t know she was your girl. My bad,” he says, raising his hands in the air.

A bouncer appears at my side out of nowhere. It doesn’t surprise me. The bouncer at the door probably warned the staff that we were here. Bad publicity isn’t good for business.

“Everything good here, Mr. Blade?”

“I think this one is ready to call it a night.” I give a murderous glare in the asshole’s direction.

“I’ll take care of him,” he nods. “Anything else you need, you just ask.”

“Thanks.”

I watch the bouncer escort the bastard out of here and turn toward Luna.

“Are you okay?” I ask, my eyes roaming over her for any evidence that says otherwise.

“Yes. I’m fine. He just got a little handsy.” Her hands smooth down her dress, and someone bumps her from behind, knocking her into me.

“Fucking hell,” I mutter, wrapping my arms around to keep her from falling. “You actually like places like this?”

“Not really,” she giggles as I do my best to shield her from the masses. “But Connor does, so when he’s in town, I suck it up for the evening.”

“Shot time!” Connor appears by her side with three tequila shots. “And I even got you one because you’re too gorgeous to hate.”

Luna laughs, and I find myself smiling at the sound.

“He does smile!” Connor grins, handing Luna a shot before giving me one. “To happy endings tonight, whether that be with a person or with a toy in Luna’s secret drawer,” he toasts, raising his glass to ours before throwing it back.

“Oh my God,” Luna’s hand flies to her mouth with a giggle. “I can’t believe you ratted me out like that.”

“No shame in the toy game,” he laughs as she gives him a mortified stare.

She shoots her shot back, and chuckling, I follow suit.

Connor takes our empty shots and disappears into the crowd.

“So, you have a secret drawer?” I grin as her face heats up.

“Nope. Not going there with you,” she says, shaking her head adamantly.

“Why not?”

“Because that would be dangerous. And we already established tonight that we are, in fact, a dangerous bomb waiting to explode.” She giggles again and stumbles into me as another person moves past her.

“How many of those shots have you had?” I ask, steadying her with my hand.

“Enough to know I can’t be trusted alone with you tonight.”

She’s dangerously cute when she’s tipsy and far too direct for my self-control.

The song changes, and her eyes light up as the slow beat comes on. “I love this song!”

She turns away from me and starts to sway to the music, which puts her ass in direct line of my cock.

It takes all of two seconds before our bodies find a way to connect.

With this many people around us, it’s easy to disappear into the crowd, our bodies pressed together until I don’t know where I end and she begins.