Page 24 of Nothing Left to Lose

How this could possibly ruin the best thing in my life.

And I thought he’d been exaggerating about the gay pool party... until we walked in.

Fashionably late, of course. We walked in and heads turned, whispers and nods in our direction... Hell, Miller wasn’t exaggerating at all.

But one drink down and Miller had his shirt off, tucking it into the back of my shorts. I didn’t even get to ask why because his shorts followed soon after, and he was happily parading around in a very small black Speedo.

His fine body, lean and muscular in all the right places, glinted like he’d moisturized... Christ, he’d moisturized.

A few men cheered and he responded by dancing, spinning in a circle, but quickly pulling me close.

My hand went to his lower back, fingers skimming the smooth fabric of his Speedo.

“You okay?” he asked, his lips near my ear.

“You weren’t kidding about fresh meat,” I mumbled.

He threw his head back and laughed.

We’d somehow made our way toward the pool, which had blow-up unicorns and beach balls and bronzed men on display. I was pretty sure one couple was having sex in the pool...

Oh god, they were, for real.

This was insane.

“Is it always like this?”

He shrugged and continued to dance. “This is Vegas, baby.” Then he slid his hands to my hips and we danced.

Well, he danced with his arms up, and I tried really hard not to look down at his junk while he was facing me, or at his ass when he turned around.

He had a really great ass though.

“Oh,” Miller said. “Sorry. Taken.”

I stopped ogling his ass to notice a man in front of Miller, his hand on Miller’s waist. Before I knew what I was even doing, I slid my arm around Miller and pulled him behind me and glared at the douchebag and his filthy hand. “He said he’s taken,” I growled.

The man put his hands up with a sly smirk and danced his way back into the crowd. Miller hummed in my ear. “Fuck, Brody, that was hot.”

I was irrationally angry, stupidly protective, and now unsurprisingly more confused.

I met his gaze, surprised by the heat I saw in his eyes.

What I wanted to do was take his face in my hands and kiss him so he, and the other men, knew damn well who he belonged to.

But I couldn’t.

So I put my fingers to his chin and lifted his face. “You belong to me.”

Yep.

I said that.

Out loud.

To his face.

For fuck’s sake.

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