Page 128 of Consume Me

“Has he always been this intrusive? Hunter knows no personal space or boundaries.”

“He’s like that when he cares about people.”

“Yeah, right,” she huffs.

“I think you need to just get out of this room.”

Her gaze redirects toward the screens. “But…”

“Come on, let’s go to The Cave. The others are watching a movie, anyway.”

I don’t let her think twice about it, so after changing, I take her hand, and we slip out the front door.

The frosty air bites into my exposed skin, and I pull my jacket tighter around me.

She inhales deeply, closing her eyes. “I hate feeling this useless.”

“You’re not alone in this, Bailey. We’re a team.”

I pull my phone out and message the group that we’re out.

The moment we step inside the club, Tyson greets us. “Such an honor to have you lovely ladies here.”

“Get me drunk,” Bailey says.

That is not what I had in mind, but if that’s what she needs to relax, fine by me. I’ll be by her side and make sure nothing happens to her.

He guides her to the bar, and Xander puts two shots in front of us.

Bailey tosses back both, and with a shudder, she says, “Let’s dance.”

We move to the middle of the club, and after a few songs, I need a moment to catch my breath. Heading to the bar, I ask for a bottle of water when I see a guy looking intently at Bailey. There’s something in his gaze I don’t like, but Bailey crashes into me and says, “I want another shot.”

She downs that, too, and that’s when my brother reaches us.

“The fun police is here,” she grumbles.

“Someone has to watch over your ass,” he bites back.

“I thought you wanted me to go out. Here, I’m out,” she snaps and moves to the dance floor.

The tension between them has me shifting in my seat.

My phone vibrates, and when I pluck it out of my jacket pocket, I find a text from Blake.

I want your ass home and waiting for me.

And my ass wants to dance.

If someone touches you…

That threat goes straight to the place between my thighs, making it throb.

No one would even dare, you caveman.

You never know if someone is suicidal enough.

I’m not even drinking, and for your info, I have an awesome boyfriend who fucks my brains out. I don’t even see other guys.

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