Page 36 of Wrecked

From inside, the music pulsed and from the doorway, the place looked packed with people drinking and dancing on a tiled floor that took up over half of the room. Standing tables were filled with customers as well as the bar.

When it was their turn, Crow paid the forty-dollar cover charge for each of them and then let Rebel pull him into the fray.

Los Angeles was rich with diversity and this club was no different. All kinds of couples danced on the floor, some in large groups, just jumping around.

Maybe, if he played his cards right, he could get Rebel to dance with him.

Shit. Crow fisted his free hand, telling himself to settle the fuck down.

This was a job. Period.

Rebel pulled him to a stop and then urged him down. When Crow bent slightly to listen, Rebel pressed his mouth to his ear and spoke.

“Remember, you’re supposed to be my boyfriend.”

The warmly spoken words ghosted over Crow’s ear, sending his cock into overdrive.

Sweet fucking hell.

When Rebel pulled him through the crush of people and toward the bar, Crow followed.

He had no other choice.

The last time Rebel had been to a club had been with Jimmy and his crew, and drinking and dancing had been prohibited.

Jimmy didn’t like his people inebriated.

But tonight? He didn’t care about Jimmy, and while he wasn’t going to drink, he wanted to coax Crow onto the dance floor.

If Crow wouldn’t dance with him, Rebel would find another willing body.

It was as simple as that.

Rebel couldn’t remember the last time he’d let loose and enjoyed himself. Probably never if he gave it some thought.

Of course, there had been small snatches of relief through the crushing wreckage of his life, but those brief times had not lasted long.

If he were asked today, he couldn’t even remember a moment of joy other than when he’d killed a person who had held him captive.

And that was pretty fucked up thinking.

“ID,” the cute bartender gave him a wink and Rebel smiled at her, handing over his fake license. The thing even said he could drive, but he had only ever driven once in his life and that had been when he’d gone with Wrath to get Rogue. Of course, being on the open road had been—

“What are you having?”

Crow’s warm breath swept over his ear and Rebel shivered. The attraction between them was thick, much thicker than between them in the first hotel room and again in the tunnel.

What had started as a spark had grown into a flame and Rebel suspected that it would become an inferno before too much longer.

He daydreamed.

What if they were real boyfriends and lovers?

“Surprise me?” Rebel blinked up at Crow, making his eyes wide and parting his lips. Yeah, it was a come-hither look, but he wanted to live in this fantasy if only for tonight.

“We just want a couple of sparkling waters with ice,” Crow ordered.

When the man’s eyes moved over his face, Rebel shivered and caught Crow’s hand.

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