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Like really good.
And I think it might be the first time in my entire life I’ve thought that.
I’m not sure if it’s the result of three weeks of not being told I need to lose weight, or how often Wyatt and Elias remind me how beautiful they think I am, but whatever it is, I could get used to feeling like this.
“Jesus.” Wyatt whistles from the doorway causing me to stop in my six-inch strappy heels. “I don’t know if you’re going to get out the door looking like that, angel.”
“You picked it for me,” I challenge.
A wolfish grin crosses his face. “Oh I know. It looks even better on you than I had hoped.”
I look down at myself, a small smile playing on my lips. I never would have worn a dress like this before I met them, never would have given it a second glance if I saw it in a store, but the way it fits, it’s almost like it was made for me.
A set of footsteps in the hallway drags my attention back to the doorway, and I catch the moment Elias sees me.
His jaw tenses, and lust creeps into his steely gaze. “Absolutely not.”
I open my mouth to argue, but I’m quickly cut off by Wyatt’s booming laugh. Did he plan this? Did he know his best friend was going to react like that to seeing me in this dress?
“You don’t like the dress?” I pout and for a moment and second guess my decision to tease him, something I never would have done to anyone in my life before.
But when he turns his glare from Wyatt to me, it’s not anger behind his eyes, it’s pure need. He prowls toward me, barely pausing to step over the ottoman that separates us.
Out of instinct I step backward as he approaches, but with each step I take back, his stride eats up the distance between us until I’m caged between his hard body and the wall.
“Oh I love the dress, pretty girl, but so will every other motherfucker we see tonight, and do you know what will happen to them if they leer at you?”
I suck in a breath and shake my head.
“I’ll have to tear their fucking eyes from their sockets.”
I open my mouth to respond, but what the heck do you even say to something like that? Instead, I take a deep breath, steeling myself to be confident, something that certainly doesn’t come naturally to me, and I carefully run my hands up his suit-covered chest.
His eyes darken, but he makes no attempt to stop me.
“I like this dress,” I whisper into the space between us. “And the only people I care about looking at me in it are in this room.”
He groans and presses closer to me, trapping my arms between us as he pins me to the wall. “Fuck, Leighton. Keep saying shit like that, and we’ll never make it out the front door.”
Wyatt clears his throat behind us, and I can’t help but laugh when I meet his smug smile. He’s proud of himself. “We should get going.”
Elias lets out a low growl in his throat, and if I were wearing panties, they would be soaked from that sound alone. I mean, they would have been pretty wet when Wyatt couldn’t take his eyes off me, and when Elias informed me I couldn’t wear the dress, and then when he came at me like a predator hunting its prey…you know what, let’s just assume my panties will likely be permanently soaked anytime these two men are around.
The club doesn’t look any different than it did the first night I saw it, butI’mlooking at it in a whole new light.
Instead of being horrified by the man chained to the Saint Andrew’s Cross, being whipped by a woman almost half his size, I’m intrigued. Instead of shying away from the curious gazes that watch Wyatt guide me through the main lounge, I find that I like being on his arm, and instead of thinking about how filthy the place is, I can’t help but notice how beautiful it actually is. The red leather accents, the dark woods, the soft plush carpet beneath my heels. Whoever designed this place did so with intention, and it’s beautiful.
Elias walks a few steps ahead of us, but every time he glances back our way I swear I notice a hint of nervousness. Which is ridiculous. Given his relationship with the Legion, I’m pretty sure he kills people from time to time, why would he be nervous about bringing me here?
“He’s nervous you’ll run when you see the other side of us,” Wyatt murmurs against the top of my head, pressing a gentle kiss there before pulling back.
I glance up at him to tell him that’s ridiculous, but then I remember how I must have looked when I was here before and quickly shut my mouth.
“Don’t worry, angel. I know you’re not going anywhere, but he needs a little reassurance, okay?”
I nod.
They didn’t tell me where we were going until we pulled up out front in the same spot the cab dropped me off the night we met, but this time there was no apprehension. Something about being with these men makes me stronger, makes me the woman I always dreamed of being but never got the chance to be growing up in a toxic household.
