Page 9 of Clinch'd

Great. More threats. Well get in line, dick.

Beast opens the door and I stare after him confused until he turns back to me with a grunt, and I follow.

“Where are we going?”

“You’re not going to meet him in there.”

“Wait. Now?” I squeak.

“Yes, now. Fuck. Are you sure you don’t want to call your sister?” he demands, backing me into the wall.

“Why would I do that?” I say, pressing into the hard concrete with a shudder.

He’s so close to me, I feel the heat radiating from him. He has to bend over to get in my face and his pectorals ripple as he places a hand beside my head. Too bad he’s so fucking intense, otherwise I might have enjoyed the near contact.

“Because she’d know what to do. Did you crawl out of a hole or something?”

“Or something,” I mutter stung. “Lorri stays out of this.”

I raise my chin mulishly and he searches my eyes before nodding and turning away abruptly. “Fuck. This is a shit show.”

Silently agreeing, I follow, wishing I were anywhere but here. My pulse is about to take flight under my skin both at the subterfuge and knowledge I’m about to see Cooper again.

Beast leads me through a small hallway, up a set of iron steps until we emerge on a balcony that overlooks the dancers below.

“Hey,” he says as we stop at the bouncer, “this is my cousin, Lo-Minnie. She has full access.”

The bouncer nods and I give him a weak grin before following Beast into the area. It’s filled with about twenty people, and I immediately spot Cooper against the wall in the corner, surrounded by his sycophants.

Beast ignores him and I pull my gaze away, but his sexy form remains emblazoned on my brain. He’s wearing another thin white shirt that stretches over his chest deliciously. I spied the bulge in his pants which from here looks sizable. Wow.

With a silent but decidedly twitterpated sigh, I plaster on a fake smile and ignore the sweat gathering in my pits. Meanwhile, Beast enters his own throng of admirers and says, “Let’s party.”

He grins wide and I blink, perhaps seeing why he’s called Beast because I thought it was his size up to now, but no. He’s a bit of a scary fuck himself.

“Who’s this?” Some chick with huge tits looks me up and down with a frown.

“Don’t worry about it,” Beasts says, pulling her in and grabbing her ass. “This is my cousin, Minnie. Hands off,” he growls to his friends, and I flush when I realize he’s warning them away.

Most nod lazily unfazed but a smaller dude with dark eyes and a cruel smile looks me over with renewed interest and I turn away with a shiver.

The party rages around me and I gravitate toward the bar. I have to wait for Cooper to approach me and it’s excruciating because I’m afraid he won’t bother. What then?

With drink in hand, I glance around casually and panic when I don’t see Cooper. Shit! What if he leaves?

Unfortunately, the smaller dude from before slides into the seat beside me and I frown because his attention is unwanted and he’s ruining the damn pretense.

“Hey baby, so you’re Beast’s cousin?”

His dark eyes gleam as they drop to my tits and I glower, before spinning on my stool. I have no use for the dick and I’m intent on walking away only to gasp when I find Cooper standing before me.

Tipping my head back, I look him over, the dude behind me all but forgotten.

Once again, his chest is in my face and the stretch of the material shows me exactly what’s lying beneath. I trace my gaze down to his no doubt six pack abs, before blushing when I reach his package.

Cooper is so physically perfect I have visions of running my tongue over every inch of his skin before I roll my tongue back into my mouth.

“Well, hello there, sweet. Did Petey here say you’re Beast’s cousin?” he says, arching a brow.

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