Page 162 of Dream Girl
“Dance with me?” Wes stood and offered me a hand.
I let him lead me to the dance floor, which surrounded a fountain. It was supposed to feel like a little town square. The dance was like one that I’d danced with Spencer, and Wes held me tight, leading us across the floor to a song in four-four time.
“Thank you for the ring,” I told him. “What does it mean here? Where I’m from, if you give a girl a ring like that, the way you did, she’ll be expecting a wedding.”
“We’ll give you a wedding. Evan is completely serious. I’m pretty sure he’s already planning it, and it will be amazing. You did say we’d get married one day. Why not make it a three-way.”
My heart fluttered in my chest. “That I did. Who can say no to a proposal like that?”
“A mate bond between you two won’t be legally recognized, but a wedding would, so you and Evan would have that legal connection,” he explained as we swirled around the floor.
“I want to be connected to the both of you,” I breathed. “I… I want a wedding with you, like we dreamed of. But now it will be even better because Evan will be with us.”
“Love it. I can’t wait. As for the ring, it’s so stupid and antiquated, but it basically says you’re taken. You smell like me, if you’re close enough, but you don’t have a visible bite,” he told me.
“Oh.” That flutter turned to a pound. “I’m taken.”
“Absolutely.” His eyes met mine as he turned on the smolder.
My heart.I melted into him as we continued to dance.
“We can get rings, too. Advertise that we’re all taken. Brennan, Jett, and Evan do. They all wear them on their right hands, not their left, because Brennan and Jett are lefties. And well, you wear your ring on whatever finger you want. Evan and I don’t have rings, we got tattoos,” he told me. “But yeah, let’s get rings for the three of us..”
“I think I’ve seen your matching tattoos a couple of times.” I grinned at the thought of him shirtless.
He laughed. “It’s a little basic of us, the infinity heart on our chests and all, but I like it.”
“Do I get one, too?” It wascute.
“A tattoo, you? Scandalous. And hot.” He nipped at my ear, sending desire shooting through me.
“May I cut in?” Evan joined us, his chest to my back, as we continued dancing with me in the middle.
“I love you both.” I leaned back and snagged Evan’s lips.
Riley glided along the floor with Spencer. Brennan and Jett danced, too. We were being watched. But I didn’t even look for the ladies from the bathroom. I was having too much fun. The song ended, and we all went back to our seats.
“You’re nauseating. But I fucking love you.” Riley gave me a hug.
“Love you, too, Ri.” I hugged her back.
I wanted to be part of this family–at least that little part of it. And well, if Spencer wanted to join in, I wouldn’t mind…
The server came over with our desserts–mine had a candle on it.
“Happy birthday, Grace.” Wes planted a kiss on my cheek. Evan did the same from the other side, and my thighs rubbed together with desire.
There was a commotion toward the front of the entrance.
“Where is he? Where the fuck is he? I know he’s here,” a man yelled.
“Excuse me, but you can’t go in there dressed like that–” A serverflewacross the room, landing on a table of diners with a crash. Diners screamed and stood, others got out their phones.
A bearded, rough-looking man, in jeans and a T-shirt ran towards our table. “Reverse the court order,” he demanded. “Give me custody of my niece. She should be at home with her family, not at school, getting ideas.”
Rose. This was about Rose. This must be the uncle. How did he know where we were?
“Give me custody now, Omega,” he ordered.
