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I arch a brow. “Are you asking me or demanding?”

“Asking you,” he answers before a devilish grin stretches across his face. “Knowing that you’ll say yes.”

“Oh, you think I’m that easy, do you?”

He laughs, trailing the tips of his fingers up my arm as goose bumps pop up in his wake. “Only for me, Princess. Come dance with me.”

“I thought you couldn’t dance?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure I can manage that,” he answers, pointing to Fuzz and Piper as they sway back and forth to the song. Crossing my arms over my chest, I peek up at him.

“Are you sure? People will see.”

“Let ‘em,” he answers, shrugging with that cocky grin on his face that gets me every single fucking time when it comes to him. Unable to say no to him any longer, I set my drink down on the bar and he takes my hand, leading me a little ways into the room as a few people turn to look at us. Lincoln and Tate are on the other side of the room, talking and laughing with each other but as soon as Travis wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me into his body, I swear I can feel my brother’s gaze on us.

“Kodiak is staring daggers at me right now,” he whispers in my ear, confirming my suspicions and I fight back a giggle. “Fuck. I think he’s thinking about killing me.”

I shake my head. “Don’t worry. Tate will run interference.”

“I suppose if there is one person you want on your side in a fight,” he replies, looking down at me with a grin. “It’s Tate.”

Laughing, I nod. “She’ll be happy to hear you think so.”

“Yeah, make sure you tell her. I’ll take all the brownie points I can get with that woman,” he says before giving me a mock shudder of fear and I laugh, feeling us both relax a little from our earlier conversation.

“You do realize that Tate is the kind of person that doesn’t give a shit about brownie points if you hurt someone she cares about, right?”

He arches a brow. “Is that a warning?”

“No,” I answer with a laugh, shaking my head. “Just an observation.”

“Mmhmm,” he hums, pulling me closer into his body as we drift across the floor. I smile up at him before narrowing my eyes.

“You claimed you couldn’t dance.”

Laughing, he shakes his head. “I promise you, this is the extent of my abilities. Although, I wouldn’t say no to private lessons, up in my room in oh, ten minutes.”

“Wow… with a proposition like that, I can’t possibly say no. I’m so in the mood that you’re lucky I don’t jump you right here,” I reply dryly and he laughs, leaning in closer as he moves us away from the group.

“Princess, it’s not like I can really do the things I want to do to you in front of everyone. Give a guy a chance.”

I pull back and peek up at him. “What kinds of things would you do if everyone in this room knew about us?”

“Nothing,” he answers, his eyes heating as he stares down at me. “There is no way in hell I want anyone in this room seeing the look on your face when you lose control. That’s mine.”

“Yours?” I breathe, my heart hammering in my chest as I search his face. The possessiveness staring back at me takes my breath away and I lick my lips, trying to force my mind to work when my body is in overdrive. He nods, leaning in like he might just kiss me before his gaze flicks over my shoulder and he pulls back with a sigh.

“Kodiak is really cramping my style.”

I scoff, patting his shoulder as I tell myself to relax. “You poor thing.”

He nods in agreement before pulling me closer and guiding me around the floor as my mind spins. What the hell is happening between us tonight? Every statement seems to be loaded with meaning and I don’t know if it’s just the emotions of the day or something else but our relationship feels different. Then again, we’ve all had a roller coaster of a week but once everything calms down again, things will go back to normal for Travis and me, I’m sure of it.

The door to the clubhouse opens and we all turn to look as a man in a delivery uniform steps inside with a medium-sized package in his hands. Travis releases me as he cocks his head to the side, studying the man. The delivery guy freezes, his gaze flicking over every pair of eyes staring back at him before he clears his throat.

“Uh, I have a package for Wyatt and Piper.”

Fuzz raises his hand. “Over here.”