My goddamn brother.
When Ian doesn’t respond, I know I’m spot on. I canfeel it.
“Rex does not get final say in what happens here,” I growl, because while I love my twin, I’m also sick of his holier than thou attitude.
His butting in when I asked him to stay the fuck out of it.
Like getting us into this club with a basically empty VIP room for me to sulk in.
Okay, I do appreciate the privacy while still being able to be in public.
“It’s not that easy.”
“Bullshit!” I slam the bottle to the table, even though I’ve yet to take another drink. “It’s theband’sdecision. Not Mac all by himself. Not Rex. Or Toby.” I growl and lean closer to the leader of the security team whose spine straightens him up taller than me. “The only one with any power to do anything without the consent of the whole group is fuckingLeo.”
Ian’s jaw firms, his eyes turning to grey stone as his words cement the things I already knew would be true. “Except when it comes to security measures and the safety of this team.”
Gone is the sliver of understanding the man displayed. Gone is any warmth he allowed past his tough exterior.
“You mean you.” I sneer, my lip pulling up from my teeth.
“Damn right I do.” His chuckle is stark and holds no humor when it passes his lips. “Music wise, it’s all you.” His pointer comes out and pokes me in my adrenaline pumped chest. “Security is on me.” His thumb jabs back into his solid pec.
“Fuckyou, Ian.”
Pushing up from the table, I can’t help the sway to my step. Or the way I grip the table to prevent myself from meeting the ground with my face instead of my shoes. Ian reaches out tosteady me, but I growl over my shoulder and shake off his hold. “Have a good fuckin’ day,sir.”
“You can’t leave without me, Mac.”
I scoff.
“Bet,” I spit the challenge in his direction and swagger my ass to the door that leads out into the chaos.
Slipping through the threshold, I slam the thing in Ian’s face. He rips it right back open, scanning the crowd when I step into a dancing horde of sweaty bodies. I move to blend, allowing the sway of the music to guide my hips into a rhythm that the woman in front of me leans back against.
She bumps back into me, matching my glides and glances over her bare shoulder. She grins, sly and full of shit she’ll find me disappointing at, her ass grinding into my groin and her arms come up around the back of my neck.
Leaning into the disguise with my face to her neck, I put my hands on her hips and guide her so that she’s more swing and less dry humping. Purrs fill my ear when my hands slip and her ass slams back into my hips.
Ow.
Chuckling, I plant a kiss on her cheek when I see Ian move further into the crowd opposite me and turn her into another group of grabby hands. She gets lost in the horde after only a moment of eye contact and a wink that sends her on her way.
Rotating my body away from where Ian disappeared, I bump into a man close to my height and grin when he doesn’t immediately push away. The backwards hat reminds me of a specific someone I’d appreciate forgetting, even if for just a moment, but my chest aches with the scent of a particular musk filling my nose as our hips fall in sync.
Clean, like a fresh shower, fills my senses the same way that my former bodyguard used to, making my hands tingle to touchand tease my cock to life for the first time in what feels like forever.
He never knew.
He never knew that I stopped sleeping with anyone the moment he strolled in like he owned the fucking place. Never knew I looked when I shouldn’t have. Touched as ‘just friends’ more than any friend I’ve ever had.
But I did.
The laser lights flash like strobes against the darkness of the room, fucking with my eyes and making me feel even more intoxicated than I am. But my dance partner keeps my pace and doesn’t run for the hills when I slide my hands down his torso and grip his waist.
In fact, his ass pushes back into me and his arms go up to sway along with the beat. He opens himself up to me, pulling a satisfied growl from the base of my throat.
A rebound sounds nice right about now.