Page 88 of The Favor

“I’m not lost.” She pried his fingers from her hips and turned quickly.

“Ya sure?” He chuckled. “’Cause ya look lost.”

She shook her head, trying to back away, but the crowd made it impossible. She averted her gaze, trying to find a hole to sneak through.

“Whatcha looking for, sweets?”

She shouted over the crowd. “The bar.” Oh God, where the hell was Macy?

His hearty laugh caught her attention, and before she could move, his arm hooked around her waist and her feet left the floor. She wiggled in his hold and gripped his hands as he started to move. She stiffened when she realized what was happening. He barged through the crowd without effort because everyone parted a path for him. As his steps continued, she noticed the bar coming closer to sight.

Is this really happening?

“Over here, Chey,” Macy yelled from the corner of the bar. He must have heard her because he changed direction, and seconds later, her feet hit the ground in front of Macy. Thank God. Her best friend eyed the man standing behind her, who had yet to release his arm from her waist.

“Hi,” she said over Chey’s head. “Have a drink with us.”

What the hell is she doing? He chuckled, and his finger lingered over her hipbone.

“Nadia, we need a round,” he shouted, getting the attention of the bartender. Cheyenne had seen her a couple of times but never had been formally introduced. Her blood cooled when she got a better look at the buxom bartender. She was the same woman who had been wrapped around Trax the night she’d been interrogated by the club.

Nadia held up her finger, gesturing for him to wait, with her back toward them. Her barely-there shorts rode up her crease when she bent over. Cheyenne’s face heated. Isn’t she cold? Who the hell cares? Cheyenne eyed her carefully. She was very pretty, and sexy. She glanced down at her own body, making a mental comparison. There was none. Seeing Nadia up close was a shot to her ego.

She sauntered over and rested her hands on the bar, smiling up at the man next to her. “How many?”

“Three beers and shots.”

Cheyenne moved closer to Macy. There was no way she was doing shots with this guy, but apparently, she was the only one. Macy was practically bubbling over with excitement next to her and bouncing on her seat. Cheyenne rolled her eyes and scooted closer to her friend, trying desperately to get the man’s hand off her. She wasn’t going to be rude. After all, if not for him, she might still be in the mosh pit. He rested his arm on the bar, and she glanced up.

Nadia headed their way with three bottles in her hand. When she looked up, her gaze locked on Cheyenne, and the corner of her mouth curled. Then her gaze dropped to Cheyenne’s hip where the mystery man’s hand remained. She noticed her eyes squint slightly, but she smiled and put the beer on the bar.

“Hey, Grain, what’s shaking?”

He leaned forward, taking Cheyenne with him. Her ribs pressed against the bar. He snickered. “I’m hoping you, later.”

Cheyenne sighed. This man had no game. She pulled back and was able to at least move away slightly, but his hand rested on her hip. Nadia glanced over at Cheyenne’s face and then lowered to her waist.

“Only thing gonna be shaking is your head if you don’t get your hands off that one.” She giggled and cocked her chin at Cheyenne.

“Who? My new friend?”

She grinned and shook her head. “Your new friend is also Trax’s girl.”

It was as though her body had become embroiled in flames. He pulled his hand away quickly and muttered, “Shit.”

Nadia laughed and tossed a coaster at him. “You’re lucky Trax didn’t see.” She pointed between the man and Cheyenne. “Ever see him mad, Grain?”

He grabbed his beer and stammered away, muttering, “Fuck me,” under his breath. He scowled and turned on Cheyenne. “Why the hell didn’t ya tell me you belong to Trax? Hell, woman, I don’t got a death wish.”

Cheyenne jerked away and watched as he turned and disappeared into the crowd of bodies.

“What else, ladies?” Nadia asked.

Cheyenne turned back to the bar just as Macy spoke. “We’re good for now. Thanks.”

The bartender nodded and smiled at Cheyenne, giving her a wink. She was making her way down the bar when Cheyenne called out to her.

“Uh…excuse me. Nadia?”

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