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There would be time later to wonder why it was Gus who made her feel that way.

CHAPTER 9

GUS

Gus had nearly lost his mind when he felt Brittany’s hand slip out of his. The fear on her face when the crowd took her away would be in his nightmares for years.

He braced himself in front of her, holding her to him. Her legs were still around his waist, but with her back firmly against the wall, he could keep her mostly blocked from the crowd. They were as safe here as they were going to get, so Gus figured they could ride it out until the space cleared enough to move around safely. And then the convention center was going to get an earful about fire codes and letting people in the Exhibition Hall when they’re already past capacity.

Gus hadn’t been able to get a good look at Brittany when he pulled her off the floor, and his heart was in his throat as he wondered if she was okay. From the way she gripped him, he knew she was terrified, and he hated it, hated that he hadn’t been able to stop any of this from happening. Her broken admission of being scared would haunt him.

Finally, he felt the pressure of the crowd ease a little. Not willing to let her go yet, Gus pushed himself more firmly against Brittany and freed one of his hands, sliding it down her thigh.

“Are you groping me right now?”

Gus could almost laugh, he was so relieved she sounded more like herself.

“I’m trying to feel your ankle to see how bad it is.”

He kept sliding his hand around her leg until he had a gentle grip on her foot at his back. He felt more than heard her hiss of pain.

“Sorry, killer, I gotta check it.”

He probed as gently as he could, not feeling anything more terrible than some swelling, and let himself relax for a moment. Gus released her foot and resettled his hand on her thigh to support her weight, enjoying the feeling of her pressed up against his chest, of her wrapped completely around him.

“Brittany, show me your face.”

She lifted her head from where she had buried it against his neck, and the vulnerability in those big blue eyes shot straight to his gut. His grip tightened on her before he made himself relax. Scanning her face, he frowned.

“You’ve got a bruise on your forehead.”

“I may have gotten stepped on a little while I was down there.”

Gus cursed, glancing around. The crowd was finally thinning.

“We need to get you to the first aid station. You need medical attention.”

Her grip tightened around his neck.

“No, Gus, I just want to leave. Can we go back to the hotel? Please?”

Something about that word made Gus’s cock jump, and he suddenly realized exactly how close they were, how soft she wasagainst him. He needed to move before his body decided to do something about it that he’d regret.

“If you can make it to the street, I’ll order a ride share. We’re not walking anywhere after this.”

She was already nodding. “I can. I definitely can.”

Gus pulled away from the wall, slowly lowering her to the ground and watching as she tried to hide how painful her ankle was. She shot him a weak smile.

“See?”

“You’re not fooling anyone, killer.”

He turned his back to her, going to his knees.

“Climb on.”

“Are you serious right now?”

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