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“You know that’s not what I meant.” I leaned into her to speak, staying close to her ear as the music played so loudly around us, the beat vibrating through the floor and into my body. “You were taunting.”

She turned in my arms, aligning her body to fit perfectly with mine, making it so my thigh fit so damn snug between hers. “Do you think I’m the only girl in this room that went commando?”

“I think you’re the only one that matters.” I breathed out as her heat seeped into my thigh, a stark reminder of just why I was so worked up.

My fingers dug into her sides as her body rolled against mine. “He’s so uptight. Would it kill him to let loose for once? Have some fun?”

“After your admission, I doubt tonight would be the night for that.” Hell, it wouldn’t be the night for any of us. Not the way I was feeling, or with the way Vince was staring daggers at us, his body holding so much tension that one wrong move would make him snap.

She reached up, her fingers lacing in my hair as she pulled me down. “I could loosen you all up.”

It was like the girl had more confidence in her abilities and sway against us than we had in our entire bodies. “I don’t think loosening up is needed.”

Her fingers tightened as she stood on her tiptoes, the movement sliding her core up my thigh as she made her way to my lips. Her mouth hovered over mine for a moment, the slight breath tickling against my skin before she closed the distance, gifting me with a quick kiss that was so fierce, I swear my toes curled. She pulled back but didn’t leave more than a quarter inch of space as she asked, “How about a round of drinks?”

Fuck, but her breath smelled of cinnamon and sin, just as heavenly as her mouth tasted. I swallowed before managing to slowly nod my head. “I could do drinks.”

Her eyes fell to my lips for a moment before they traced their way back to meet my gaze. “Drinks it is.”

She pulled back, her lips tilted upward as she separated her body from mine. The hand in my hair left and traveled down my shoulder, past my bicep and forearm, until her fingers tangled with my own, then she took a step backwards before tugging. I followed her, as I always would. I would follow her blindly into a dark abyss without even a second thought.

The sassy glance she shot Vince and Silas wasn’t missed as she pranced past them with me in tow, heading straight for the bar. She ordered for everyone, not giving a fuck if any of us wanted to drink or even liked what she ordered. Then when the drinks came, she challenged every one of us with a single eyebrow raise. We got the hint, each of us snagging our beer before she turned to seek out her friend.

She found Lynette at a table in the back corner and headed straight toward her. “Already beat?”

“The crowd tonight is all duds.”

Odd, I swore I’d seen Lynette grinding a guy down to his bones less than two minutes ago. Bella gave us all a look that I could almost feel the heat through. “Funny, I find the crowd here tonight almost stifling with heat.”

“She is going to kill us. She wants us dead,” Vince muttered as he tried to discreetly adjust himself.

She caught him, her hearing missing nothing. “If I recall, you’re the one who invited yourself to come along on girls’ night.”

“I thought you would have on a different dress.”

She shrugged. “It’s the same color.”

“With way more skin,” he nearly croaked out. Then he tossed back his beer and drank half the bottle as if that alone was the only way he could cope with the sight in front of him.

She ignored him, turning to her friend. “Dance?”

“Duh!” the crazy redhead replied.

“Do not leave my sight,” Silas ordered.

“You act as if I’ve never been to a club without you.”

He leaned forward, closing in on her space. “I act like someone who knows what the skin that dress is hiding feels like against their fingers, and I’ll be damn if I’ll let another’s palm graze it.”

Lynette fanned her face before saying, “I’ve obviously missed something, but I sure would like the CliffsNotes.”

“No,” Silas growled at the same time Bella said, “Sure.”

Bella took her friend’s hand and skipped away, literally skipped, as all three of us stared after her. When she was far enough away from us, but still close enough for us to see, I plopped down in the booth. “She’s trying to kill us.”

“Trying?” Vince plopped down. “I feel like I’m practically dead. I swear I didn’t know that was the dress she was going to buy. I don’t know if I should praise the designer or start searching for a match to torch it.”

“Both,” Silas and I said at the same time.

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