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“Huh?” Cedar’s gaze whips around the space in search of familiar faces, only to come back to settle on me with a lifted brow.
Tilting my head to our left, I say, “That’s Dreadful Souls in the corner.” I lift my gaze, meeting the lead singer from across the room with a subtle jut of the chin that he returns, then goes back to his friends. “And over there.” I nod to the standing tables lining the door, similar to the one we stand at. “That out-of-place fucker is one of the top photographers in the states.”
“Wait.” Cedar’s hand lands on my forearm as she whips her head around takes in the faces around us. “G?”
“Yep. The one and only,” I snicker when her jaw drops and gesture to the bar. “Most of the guys in the back know Sentry or Ian in some way.”
“No way.” She shakes her head. “The bartender?”
“Lugh’s brother,” I answer easily about As Above’s second-in-command security member that has been noticeably absent the last several weeks. But I guess in order to keep the roster rotating, Sentry would need other clients to protect when we aren’t on tour or causing scenes.
“Shiiiit.” Cedar’s dark locks flow around her shaking head, her gaze coming back to mine. “So, you just know people.”
I chuckle and slip a hand onto her hip, tugging her body into mine. “Yeah, sweet. I knowpeople.” With a grin, I dip down low to place my lips against the shell of her ear. “But not as well as I know you.”
I feel the shivers rake over her body as she shudders into my chest and I can’t help the way my hand possessively travels up from her hip to the back of her neck, her silky hair threading through my fingers. Fisting the strands, I tug her face in my direction and grip her jaw with my free hand when her heated gaze meets mine. Her plump lips part in a pant that washes over my face only moments before I’m pressing my lips to hers and swallowing her breath down.
She opens for me like the starved fiend I know I am and I’m lost in the way her tongue tangles with mine, tasting and teasing, until I’m breathless and completely ignoring the silhouette that darkens my periphery.
When the shadow refuses to disappear and my girl’s gaze keeps darting in their direction, I roll my eyes and glance at the waiter’s waiting hands.
“My apologies. Your food.” With a subtle nod, the waiter drops the platters of tacos on the table and disappears.
“Guh,” Cedar groans and nearly tosses me aside to get to the source of the delicious scent wafting up from the waiting meal.
Snickering, I plant a kiss on top of her head that she dismisses, her hands already going for the meat-filled floppy tortillas topped with cilantro and fresh onion.
I step just to the side of her, giving Cedar enough room to eat freely, but not enough space that I can’t reach out and touch her when I want to, and dive into my own platter of food.
The plates are huge, as usual, and lined with more tortillas underneath the street tacos to catch all of the droppings and produce more deliciousness at the end without having to build it.
The first bite has my stomach growling in recognition of the lack of a lunch and my plate is cleared in a matter of minutes.
“Jesus, hotshot.” Cedar shakes her head and speaks around a mouthful. “I didn’t know it was a race.”
I shrug and pluck the final bit of a taco right from her fingers and toss it into my mouth. “If you hadn’t needed to be fucked right through lunch, I wouldn’t have been so hungry.”
Cedar’s face flushes a light shade of pink at my words but burns downright red when I shoot a wink in her direction.
“You’re ridiculous,” she mutters low, her voice thick.
“Ridiculously yours.” The words are off my lips before I can grab them and bring them back, providing me a whole new level of tension I didn’t know could exist in my head about how this woman fucks with me.
My eyes drop and my hand goes to the back of my neck in a way that makes me feel … sheepish. I don’t feel fuckingsheepish.
Shit.
“Fin?” Clearing my throat and steadying my shoulders to face the music, I raise my gaze to Cedar, only to find her wide eyes stuck on her phone. She’s swiping on the screen before I can ask anything, then bringing it to her face without sparing me a single glance.
And then she’s fucking off.
Darting from the table, Cedar sprints to the exit as she speaks into the device and it takes me a whole ass minute to unglue my feet from the floor, toss bills on the table, and run after my girl.
“Cedar.” Passing the gate outside the bar, crossing the patio filled with more outside seating, I have to jog to catch up with her trail of dark locks flowing behind her. “What the fuck?”
She spins to me when I grab her elbow, her pale face and wide, tearing eyes landing on mine. “It’s Ari, Fin.”
Her words, haunted and shaking, are like a spike straight through my chest.
