Page 61 of Indigo

Have your fun now, Blue, cos I’m coming for you when you’re done.

The longer I sit, watching my girl move, the harder I get. I know what those hips can do, and my mind is conjuring up a hundred different positions to put them to good use when I drag her out of here. But, despite my aching cock, I wait her out, let her have this last song.

A moment later, the DJ announces he’s taking a five-minute break and lowers the volume of the music.

As the next track begins to play, I stand, place my empty glass on the bar, and readjust myself, hoping the dim lighting is enough to disguise how turned on I am. Indie grins at me over her shoulder as she spots me moving toward her, but continues to dance as if we’re the only two in the entire damn room.

The confidence cascading off her does something to me, and the need to touch her increases as that warm feeling spreads through my chest.

Just as I reach the edge of the dance floor, I feel long, fake nails dig into the flesh of my forearm. Looking down, I find Claire.

This woman has been a thorn in my side since she was a teen. She doesn’t quit, and her friends are just as bad. They’ve all expressed interest in me in the past, and every single time, I’ve turned them down. Mainly because I’m just not interested, but also because I know if I did ever fuck one of them, the entire town would know every little detail. In saying that, Claire has told everyone that I fucked her in the parking lot of this very bar a few years back, which is both hilarious and untrue, so it’s not like my plan to steer clear has always worked in my favour.

I glance down at the hand clinging to my arm and then back at her. The look on my face must warn her I’m not in the mood, because she quickly removes it, but doesn’t lose the smirk.

“Nice to see you, Pax.”

“Claire.”

“You want to dance with me?” she asks, puffing out her chest a little as if shoving those things in my face is going to persuade me.

“No.”

Suddenly, her tits are pressed against me, and her vodka-infused breath is hitting the side of my face as she whispers into my ear. She must have had a lot to drink, because even though Claire isn’t shy about letting you know she’s available, she isn’t usually this handsy, especially with me.

“C’mon, enough playing hard to get. We’ve been dancing around this attraction for years. Just come home with me. One night. No one even has to know. I’ll blow your fucking mind.”

“Claire,” I say firmly. “Back the fuck off.” She fists my shirt, so I grasp her wrist and tug it just hard enough for her to take the hint and let go.

“Did you actually just fucking say that?” I hear from beside me, and the voice makes me jump into action.

I turn to see a very pissed off looking Indie standing there, her fists balled as if she’s about to swing at Claire. “You really haven’t changed, have you?” Indie hisses, and for a moment, I think she’s speaking to me, but then I realise her attention hasn’t moved from Claire, and I feel my shoulders relax a little.

“Blue,” I say, reaching for her.

She lets me run my hand down her bare arm, but doesn’t look my way.

I’m fucking sweating right now. After the scene with Rose in my office, I’d like to think that she knows where I stand in this relationship, but I don’t know if we’ve made enough progress to get past those deep-seated trust issues she’s buried down deep inside herself.

I don’t think she knows how many times I’ve heard her talking to herself while looking in the mirror.

You’re good enough, Indie.

He won’t say anything about your lumpy legs, Indie.

Pax likes you just the way you are. He won’t cheat.

Claire smirks, stumbles back a little as she attempts to put some distance between herself and Indie, and raises her hands up in fake surrender. “Hey, he’s fair game, as far as I know.”

“Ain’t true,” I snap at her, trying to move my body in a way that blocks Indie from Claire, hoping I can defuse the situation before it escalates.

I can hear Paisley carrying on in the background and spot her in the crowd, being held back by Josh as he watches the scene playing out in front of me. Clearly she doesn’t have the same idea as me and is more than ready to throw herself at Claire in Indie’s defence.

Hell, I’d finish it before it began rather than letting my girl get hurt, but I’m at a loss. What’s the right thing to do here?

“Baby,” I try again, but she moves around me, not hearing me or looking in Paisley's direction as she continues to call Claire every name under the sun.

Knowing nothing I can do or say right now will stop her from saying her piece, I release her arm and sigh.

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