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“Yeah. I know you are.” Coty humors me with a grin. The mischievous one I love. His hands come to my shoulders, and he removes the warm, comfy, leather jacket.
A squeal of shock nearly leaves me, but I manage to keep my displeasure to a pout and quiet whimper instead. Coty challenges me with a raised eyebrow. Arms wrapped around my stomach, I lean forward and press my bare breasts against Zane, smothering him for as much warmth as possible.
Thanks to small miracles, I removed his jacket earlier, and the only thing between us is his undershirt. His hands come to my back, and he slowly runs them up and down like a brother might do to a crying sister. The innocent caress still sends goosebumps across my skin.
Coty takes off his own jacket and the hoodie underneath. “Arms up,” he instructs. I begrudgingly peel away from Zane and stretch my arms in the air. Coty slips my hands through the hoodie, settling it on my body just right.
“It’s gotta be nearly ninety degrees in here. She’ll pass out from heat exhaustion,” Zane states, gaping, as Coty takes it a step further and puts his jacket on me over the hoodie.
“Wound up like this, she probably won’t pass out until tomorrow morning. Not unless she takes something to counter the buzz. And I know how hot it is in here, I adjusted the thermostat. The heat feels good to her. She’s probably thirsty, too.”
I am. So damn thirsty. I lick my lips, and my eyes flutter down to where my covered clit presses against Zane.
Hot fingers touch my face, and Coty drags my attention back toward him. He looks at me but addresses his subordinate. “I would have to haul her off you to move her right now. Something tells me she’d put up a good fight. I want a word. Look the other way and at least pretend to not listen.”
My gaze floats far enough to catch Zane nod, sling his head to the side, and stare off toward the bar. Coty’s fingers pinch my chin, and my eyes return to their proper focal point.
Back in a happy place because of his touch and attention — how’s that for fucked up? — I say, “Thank you for the hoodie and jacket.”
Coty flicks a scrunched sneer toward Bae at the bar. “I would have gotten his jacket off you sooner if I could.” Oh boy, there goes that throb between my legs. “And before you get too much more excited, my stuff keeps you covered more than his jacket did. The fact that you like layers of clothing while on E is the one and only thing about you being high right now that I actually appreciate. You might want cock inside every available orifice, but at least you’re not walking around flaunting every damn thing. Not that it matters much; HFL is plenty imaginative, even when you’re dressed.”
A small smile curves up on my lips at his expense. First, I want an orgasm, uncaring of who or how, then I want to talk his ear off. Ask him how he feels about the turn of events. Really. Make sure he is okay. Really. But only after taking care of Zane and checking in on Vee and Brodi. Because I need to do that, too.
“It’s strange being in here with all of you and none of the other dancers,” I say flightily. “You sure you can’t have Bae call them back? I mean, I might be good, but not that good. I can’t service you all at once.”
Oh, but boy do I want to.
Coty’s expression turns somber, and mine mimics. “Lace,” he says, steering far away from where I had taken the conversation. “I meant what I said a minute ago. You will get through this, okay? I know this is a shit time to all of a sudden become HFL property, but none of them are going to take unnecessary advantage of you when you’re under the influence like this.”
“Even if I want them to?” I ask.
Coty proved a few months back that he cares more about me being clean than he does his jealousy. Sucking in a deep breath, nostrils flaring, he shows a rare patience when responding to my unfiltered comment. “Especially because you want them to. Now, Zane on the other hand, we just might allow him to go wild.”
“Please do not tease me right now, Coyote.”
Coty groans and brushes his lips slowly against mine. “Don’t call me Coyote right now, little siren. Once a trip I afford my men permission to benefit from your attention. Then, you belong to me.” He lifts his hand, displaying his wristwatch, and taps on the screen. “When Zane runs out of time tonight, I will be the one who makes sure you are taken care of, even if you will no longer be only mine.”
“I will still be yours,” I whisper, chasing his mouth with mine, having no regrets now but saving them for later.
“I’ll remind you in the morning.” Coty gives me a sweet, lingering kiss on the cheek before standing up and prowling away, hands fisted at his sides.
