Page 15 of Wild Hearts

I shiver from the feel of his beard against my neck. This man does things to my body.

“You cold?” His deep baritone vibrates against my cheek.

I try to speak, but nothing comes out.

I clear my throat before speaking into his ear, “No, I’m good. I said you’re a good dancer.”

I see him smirk out of the corner of my eye.

“Well, you’ve talked to my mother. Do you really think she would let her boys out of her house without knowing how to dance?” he says against the shell of my ear, covering me in goose bumps, making my nipples hard.

What is it about him?

Usually I’m all for having a fling with a stranger in town, but my body’s intense reaction tells me this could be more.

Why did it have to be him? He will leave in a couple of weeks with Josh, and I most likely won’t see him again for a long time.

“I love your mother,” I sigh, a little breathless.

Mick hums, rubbing his thumb along my lower back. “Most people do.”

The song ends and I move to pull away, but Mick pulls me back in.

“Where are you going?”

“The song is over.” I pull back, raising a brow as the DJ puts on a faster song.

“Yeah, but I like the way you feel in my arms.” He shrugs.

I bury my face into his chest, hiding my smile. My heart’s skipping beats left and right, ready to dive in the deep end. If I’m not careful, my heart might just leave with him.

“Any objections?” Mick’s voice brings me out of my thoughts.

My head still buried into his chest, I shake my head no. We dance in silence for two more songs until Josh blocks our way.

“You two ready to head out?” he asks, looking annoyed.

I pull away from Mick, wiping my hands on my thighs. “Sure.”

I see Mick frown out of the corner of my eye, but won’t look his way.

“Jake’s going to tell Kaylee you left,” Striker mutters.

I nod, turning on my heel and head to the door. I feel the guys right behind me.

“I’ll drive,” I tell Josh, holding my hand out for the keys.

“You sure?” Mick’s voice holds a hint of concern.

“I’m good, I only had two and I’ve been here for hours,” I say as Josh drops the keys into my palm.

I slide into the driver’s seat. Mick gets into the passenger seat and Josh into the back. The twenty-minute drive home is done in silence. As soon as I put the car in park, Josh opens his door.

“‘Night,” he tells us, sliding out and slamming the door before we can respond.

“Well, he’s in a great mood,” I mutter.

“It happens,” Mick sighs. “Stay there.”

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