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“Bad girl.”

His lips twitched. “Put your clothes back on over this. I want you to wear it.”

If that was my punishment, I couldn’t have been happier.

Chapter 32

Riordan

Under my arm, Cassie preened on our way back to Divide. “First blow job experience in the bag.”

My body warmed. I tipped up her face to mine and stole a kiss, smug as fuck and enjoying how she tasted of me. “Weird having Dixie and her man as part of it.”

She shrugged. “Only if ye let it.”

“What do I say if I see that guy again?”

“Hey, dude, nice dick?”

She cracked up. I scowled and used my pass to open the staff entrance into the nightclub’s dance floor. A wall of music hit us, vibrating under my feet, and ahead, skeleton crew and staff from all parts of the warehouse lurked in dark corners or danced under the swirling lights.

Heads rose at our approach, and a few people catcalled. Cassie grinned and slid her hand down mine to lead me into the middle of the floor. We weaved through the crowd, humid from the crush of hot bodies. The thumping bass deafened me, but Ididn’t need to hear. I wanted to dance with her while she wore my cum and everyone else watched.

She moved against me, lithe and beautiful. To the pulse of the music, Cassie twisted in my arms, grazing her ass into my body. Fuck. We’d just had sex, but my dick was in no way done, and my blood headed south all over again. Around us, couples ground together, hands inside clothing, three people entwined in a way that had to be a full sex act, though no one else batted an eye.

I spanned Cassie’s waist with my hands, sliding up her ribs. Her fingers braced mine and interlaced, creeping my touch higher to her tits. Again, she brushed over my dick, perfectly timed with the music, then dropped her head back against my chest to gaze up at me.

“I love ye,” she mouthed.

Her eyes sparkled. My doomed heart squeezed. Ducking down, I kissed her, our mouths fusing and the shared energy of the dance floor driving us on until her tongue slicked over mine and she twisted back to get even closer.

The DJ mixed the track into a party tune, people throwing shapes and the beat picking up. We kept it slow. I speared my fingers into her hair, wrapping her curls around my fist to control her. Cassie’s hands disappeared under my shirt.

The music quietened. I barely noticed, lost in the pleasure of Cassie’s mouth.

“Do we have Riordan Jones back in the room yet? Where is he?” a call went out over the mic.

“Inside his girl,” Lonnie called from somewhere behind.

It was Arran calling for me. I paused. Lifted my head.

Suited and with a skeleton bandanna around his throat, he was at the top of the room on the DJ’s platform.

Arran found me, and he nodded, his gaze amused. “Since a couple of key people missed out on my announcement an hour ago, I saved one point for now. Tonight, we’ve mourned our lostskeleton crew member while celebrating the takedown of her killer. Burn in Hell, Bronson. Alisha dances on your grave.”

Others yelled the same.

He continued, “I ask you now to join me in welcoming the newest full member. Riot, raise your hand.”

I did. People slapped my back and jostled me with grins.

Cassie squeaked in happiness and hugged me hard. “Ye have a gangster name. I love it.”

Arran spoke on, but the words lost out to the meaning. The feeling. I had the girl. The family. A sense of purpose I could understand and live by.

It didn’t feel real. I knew too well how happiness could be stolen away.

Which gave me all the more reason to fight for what I’d found.

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