Page 37 of Firecracker

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs next to my ear sending goosebumps down my body. “When I saw you in his arms…” He pauses letting out a deep breath against my neck. “Fuck, that dress. You look so fucking good - I saw red. I don’t want anyone touching you,” he explains apologetically.

I’m in shock he is apologizing to me. But fuck, it feels good.

I smile to myself, knowing he can’t see me and I love feeling wanted again. He makes me feel so alive and beautiful. Plus, after the men just fought over me, I’m feeling sexy and sassy.

I slowly turn around, reaching over his shoulder, I place my glass on the bar behind him. I purr next to his ear, “I may have fucked you, but remember no one owns me.”

Thank God Maze is the best bartender because she hands me another drink. I wink at her as I grab the glass over his shoulder. I lift the glass up to my mouth and use my tongue to guide the straw in, taking a big suck. Quick groans my name low and throaty. I smile, turning away from him and saunter away, leaving him speechless.

Izzy is right there, and I grab her elbow. “Show me the pole,” I say loud enough everyone can hear.

“Goddamn, Shorty knows how to dance too?” Cash bellows with a laugh.

Quick barks my name, but I keep walking toward the stairs that I didn’t know where there until a little bit ago. I hear all the men making comments when all the girls follow.

“Iz, you best behave. There are other clubs here,” Gus demands low, only letting us two hear his plea. He’s a prospect. If anyone gets out of hand, he can’t challenge anyone unless Shy says it’s okay. He has to stay quiet, only doing what Shy says he can do.

“I know. No one will touch either of us. I promise. Shy knows the rules, and he won’t let anyone near us,” Izzy tries to soothe him with a smile.

“Feck me,” Gus groans.

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