Page 78 of Consume Me

Most guys in this place have eyes for the other two dancing on the bar while balancing their shots.

“Get down,” I snap the moment I reach Mia.

Her eyes widen, and she trips, but I catch her. She lies in my arms, tapping my nose.

“Always so grumpy and bossy. I want to have fun.”

“By shaking your ass so every guy here can imagine how it would be to fuck you?”

“At least they do,” she mumbles.

My damn palm is calloused from all the jerking off I have done. She has no idea the things I picture doing to her. But if she keeps this shit up, she’s going to find out, and soon.

It’s just a matter of time until I lose the last strands of my sanity. Then let’s see how she deals with what she unleashed.

I place her down and see Bailey and Hunter glaring at each other, but neither speaks. They’ve been doing that for a while, and I am curious about who will end the silent war first. Since I’ve returned, I’ve barely seen them interact. But if eyes could talk, they fight all the damn time.

Mia tries to hop back up onto the bar, but I drag her back to me. “No.”

She gives me a sweet smile, dripping with fake coyness, and grinds her ass against my groin.

I groan low in her ear. “What are you doing?”

“Dancing.”

“Is that so?”

“It’s that or I’ll hop on the bar again.”

“Then dance.”

Two songs in, and all my blood has rushed to my dick, which is trying to carve a hole in my jeans so he can get inside of her—desperate motherfucker. Never in my life have I experienced this raw agony. She giggles, knowing exactly what she’s doing to me.

I grip her waist, keeping her pressed to me.

“Stop.”

“You’re the one holding me.”

She’s such a tease, and my palm itches to punish her bratty ass.

I lose my hold on her before I do just that. The truth of her words awakens me from the stupor she had me in.

With a wink, she goes to the bar and returns with another round of shots. The girls each pluck one from her hands.

What the fuck is happening here?Kaden and Dane say absolutely nothing, just watching their girls. Are Hunter and I the only two rational guys here?

“Blake, come on, have a bit of fun. You look like you need it,” Abi says.

“You have fun for the both of us.”

She giggles, and I smile, seeing her happy and at ease. She deserves that after what she went through.

“So why aren’t you drinking?” Celine asks me.

“I thought you wanted to have fun, not interrogate me.”

“Party pooper,” she says.

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