Page 41 of My Ex-Boyfriend's Brothers

Once we got to the bar Maggie turned and looked up at me with her painted red lips stretched wide in a smile. Her hair curled so far down her back that it brushed over my painfully tight pants. “I haven’t been to a bar in forever. Thank you for bringing me out.”

“Don’t thank me. It’s a purely selfish move. I wanted you all to myself.” I looked around us and shook my head. “I didn’t think it through.”

The bartender moved over to us and I ordered a beer while Maggie ordered a mixed drink. Once he was gone, she leaned into me and wrapped her arms around my waist. “It’s still nice. I can feel you being all protective. You can relax, big guy. I’m not a bar guys’ type. No one is going to scoop me up.”

I had to wait for the bartender to slide our drinks over and fuck off before I could respond to her. I gripped my beer in a tight fist and leaned down so I was eye to eye with her clear green ones. “Speak negatively about yourself like that again and I’m going to prove to you for once and for all just how beautiful you really are.”

She gasped. “I wasn’t-”

“You were.” I held her around her waist and squeezed her to me. “Say that you’re beautiful, Bubbles.”

Her eyes went wide. “What? Here? No.”

“Do it.” I lowered my mouth to her ear and growled out my words. “You’re the most beautiful woman in here, Bubbles.”

She threw her drink back when I shifted away from her and then shook out her hands and rolled her shoulders like she was about to join a wrestling match. “You don’t get it.”

“I get a lot.”

She let out a frustrated little growl and gripped my shoulders so she could stretch her mouth up to my ear. “I’m beautiful. There. Are you happy?”

Letting my hand rest against the top curve of her ass, I nodded. “Very. Dance with me?”

“Fine. Even if you are bossy.” She twisted away from the bar and I had to rush to close the gap between us. She had no clue how stunning she was and how many men were checking her out at that very moment. With every hint of her dress showing more thigh, breaths stuttered. She might’ve known if not for Brad.

I pulled her close on the dance floor and showed off my very limited moves. We swayed back and forth with her head on my chest as I quietly sang along to the love song playing. When a faster song came on, I proved just how limited my skills truly were by standing still as she danced in front of me.

Tipsy from her first drink of the night, she slowly loosened up. She turned around and rolled her hips into mine, grinding her ass against my dick. She spun around and laughed wildly when I twisted her back into me. I quickly realized that it didn’t matter if I couldn’t dance. Maggie didn’t give a shit. She just wanted to dance with me in whatever way I could. Her joy made me feel ten-feet tall.

I laughed with her as she stepped on my toes and sang to her when I knew the songs. My voice was shit but she didn’t mind.She was a fucking glowing light in the middle of that bar. Her smiles were warm and generous, her eyes bright with life. She felt like hope as I watched her twist around me.

It occurred to me that I was already in just about as deep as a man could get. It should’ve felt out of hand or nuts to feel the way I did but it was like I’d just pulled on my favorite shirt. It fit. Feelings I’d fought for years weren’t being suffocated finally and they weaved their way through my DNA as easily as I breathed.

I pulled Maggie back to the bar after we’d been dancing for a while and ordered a water for myself. When she did the same, I raised my brows at her. “I’m driving. What’s your excuse?”

“I just know you and I know that if I get wasted, you’re never going to give me everything I want tonight.” She pressed her hand to my stomach and let her fingers trail lower. “Plus, I have no desire to be drunk on the back of a motorcycle. Even if I know you’d keep me safe.”

“What do you want tonight, Bubbles?”

Her lips tipped up in a slow, sensual smile. “You.”

I gripped her hips hard and pulled her flush against my body. “Are you ready to go home?”

She opened her mouth to answer but let out a surprised sound instead while twisting her head to look behind her. I followed her gaze and saw a man standing just behind her, his eyes on the bar in front of him, unmoving.

“What’s wrong?”

Maggie frowned and shook her head. “Nothing. I think my hair just got caught on something.”

I turned us around so I was between them. I saw his eyes widen as he glanced over and saw me watching him. “Try pulling my hair, asshole.”

Maggie burst into a fit of giggles when the guy vanished into the crowded bar. She’d pulled her hair over her shoulder,though, keeping it away from any other creeps. “I guess he didn’t like your hair.”

“Has that ever happened before? Has anyone, as an adult, ever just tugged on your hair?” I saw her roll her eyes and nod and wanted to chase the man down and beat him to a pulp for daring to touch her.

“It’s pretty common.” She cupped my face and grinned. “You and your brothers like to pull my hair, too. It’s just not as weird when you three do it.”

I was clearly looking for trouble as I pressed on. “Did Brad?”

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