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I wasn’t about to miss out on what that look meant.

I pushed off the bar, setting my beer down with a soft clink. “Be right back,” I told the guys, already stalking forward.

Jett grinned wider. “Yeah, I’m sure,” he drawled sarcastically.

I didn’t answer; my eyes were locked on her.

Halfway across the room, I caught sight of Daisy near the back booth. She had her arms wrapped tight around Gwen, the two of them tucked close together like no one else existed in the world. Daisy’s face was still paler than it had been before, and she’d lost the innocent piece of her that she’d once had…but she was here. Breathing. Alive.

And I guess that had to be enough for now. At least she hadn’t been one of the girls, like Kelsey, that we’d found in Harvey’s freezer.

A few of Ryder’s deputies had found Daisy on the main floor of Harvey’s house after he’d sent them to search the whole place thoroughly, locked in a small closet at the end of the hall. The door had been bolted from the outside, a padlock on it. When the door had been kicked in, she was curled on the floor, gagged, wrists bound, and her clothes torn. Harvey had stashed her there to come back to later when he’d gotten the urge to grab Sienna.

Good thing he’d never gotten the chance.

I paused for half a second as I passed their booth. Gwen looked up, and she gave me a small, grateful nod. Daisy didn’t look up at all; she just buried her face deeper into Gwen’s shoulder.

I kept moving.

Sienna saw me coming and hopped down from the stage, stumbling a little on the last step. I caught her by the waist before she could fall, pulling her against me hard enough that she gasped, then laughed, the sound muffled against my chest.

“You’re drunk,” I murmured into her hair.

“Little bit,” she admitted, tilting her head back to look up at me. Her cheeks were flushed, and her lips parted. “Is that going to be a problem for what I want to do to you?”

I groaned and slid my hand up her back, tangling my fingers in her hair and tugging just enough to make her breath hitch. “Not even a little,” I growled. “You looked fucking beautiful up there, by the way.”

Her smile turned wicked. Before I could kiss her the way I wanted to, she grabbed my hand and began tugging me toward the back hall.

“Where are we going?” I asked with a laugh, my dick already hard because I was pretty sure I knew the answer.

“Bathroom,” she whispered over her shoulder in a husky voice. “Now.”

I didn’t argue.

She dragged me down the dim hallway, past the neon signs and straight to the single-stall bathroom at the end. Shoving the door open, she pulled me inside and kicked it shut behind us. The lock clicked under her fingers.

Then her lips were on mine, hungry and desperate. I kissed her back just as hard, devouring her, my tongue sliding against hers in a claim that made her whimper into me.

My hands were already moving, shoving up the hem of her tiny skirt with no patience left. The fabric bunched around her hips, and my palms met nothing but smooth, bare skin.

Fuck. She wasn’t wearing panties.

I groaned against her lips at the discovery, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs as I lifted her higher and pinned her against the door. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and her heels dug into my ass with a needy little sound that shot straight through me. She rocked against me once, grinding her wet heat along the front of my jeans, and I felt myself throb painfully against the denim.

She pulled back from the kiss just enough to gasp, “I need you. Now.”

Her hands were already between us, fumbling with my belt, then the button of my jeans. She worked fast, shaky but determined, popping the button open and dragging the zipper down. I shifted my hips to give her room, holding her steady with my arms under her thighs.

She reached inside, wrapped her fingers around my cock, and freed me. The cool air hit me for half a second before her warm hand stroked once, hard, making me hiss through my teeth.

“Fuck, Sienna,” I growled.

She lined me up, dragging the head of my cock through her soaked folds—slow and teasing as she coated me in her wetness. I felt her clit brush against me, felt her shudder, and that was it.

I thrust in deep in one hard, smooth stroke, burying myself to the hilt.

She cried out, her head falling back against the door, and her nails raking down my shoulders through my shirt. I fucked her hard and fast, every thrust slamming her against the door. The whole thing rattled on its hinges, loud enough that anyone in the hallway would know exactly what was happening.