Page 77 of Don't Lie to Me
“You two look cozy,” Macy sang teasingly as I sipped my drink.
“Jack’s here. Dean’s trying to make him jealous on my behalf, and before your head spins around; he’s behind us.”
“You trying to get your ass kicked like Marcus did?” Tate asked.
Dean smiled and kissed the top of my head. “Nah. Just thought I’d help her out. And if it has the added bonus of makingtheJack McMillan feel like shit,” he shrugged and continued, “I’m all for it, man.”
“Your funeral.” He set down his beer and grabbed Macy’s hand, an unspoken invitation to get back out on the dance floor apparently. Macy clearly understood because she giggled like we were twelve and let Tate lead the way.
“They’re good together,” Dean observed once they walked away. “You know he asked me to be his best man?”
“You going to walk down the aisle with me, then?” I asked while wiggling my eyebrows.
“The fuck he is.” A very familiar, and completely pissed off Jack spoke from right behind me.
I turned to Dean, momentarily widening my eyes, and saw his twinkling with mischief. I loved that he was willing to play this game for me. But Tate was right, we took it too far and Dean could possibly die.
At the very least, be incapacitated for a while.
Neither option sounded good to me so I slowly turned to Jack, while allowing Dean to wrap his arms around me just a little bit tighter.
“You need to leave.” Jack bit it out as a command and I instantly felt my heels dig into the floor. I took a deep breath trying to calm myself down because when Jack was in front of me, even when I wanted to be pissed at him for hurting me, all I could think was how sexy he was and how much I loved him.
It made me feel all sorts of warm and tingly all over as his eyes roamed up and down my body, taking in every inch of my high heeled brown leather boots, short frayed denim skirt and tightly fitted one shoulder tank top.
Seeing Jack’s eyes fill with lust as he finally reached my long curly locks that fell down over my breasts and then my eyes…made me so glad I was dressed the way I was. I could practically see him thinking of all the things he wanted to do to me in those boots and my lower stomach warmed. My legs pressed together, not even remembering that Dean’s hand was still wrapped around me and he could feel it.
“Calm down,” he whispered into my ear and I felt my cheeks turn pink from embarrassment.
“You need to leave. Now,” Jack repeated.
I smiled and turned my head toward the stage. It went against every instinct I had in me to play this Dean’s way. I wanted to curl up against Jack. I wanted to breathe him in, touch the ripples of his chest and feel him move against me. Instead, I forced myself to lean back to Dean.
And then I shook my head. “No. I like this band.”
Jack’s fist clenched and I saw the tendon in his neck pop out a little bit. I bit my lip to keep from my smiling when I saw his eyes flash a feral anger in Dean’s direction who, if I was correct, had stiffened slightly under Jack’s furious gaze. His eyes held a realm of fury I had never seen before and never knew existed.
A lesser man would have shrunk back, or run away, under that kind of stare. I watched Jack glare at Dean for several minutes, and I swore, even though the music was loud, that a low growl actually escaped his lips.
It was then that Dean leaned towards my ear and whispered, “I’m going to go before we push this too far and he kills me. Plus, I think you’ve proven your point.”
“I’ll give you two a few minutes,” he said, nodded at Jack before heading out to the dance floor with Macy and Tate.
TWENTY-FOUR
After what seemed like an eternity of Jack and I glaring at each other, he finally spoke first. “You trying to make me jealous?”
He crossed his arms and arched an eyebrow.
I wanted to smack him, and then I wanted to lick him. His neck, his jawline, all the way back to the sensitive part behind his ear that I knew drove him absolutely wild, because hot damn Jack was just the sexiest man I had ever seen or touched. And even angry at me, or me angry at him – and I still was – he was just perfection wrapped up in an even prettier package. Instead, I smiled sweetly, hiding every annoyance and sexually frustrated feeling. “I already told you. I like this band.”
“And Dean?”
God I hated that he couldn’t tell me what was really going on. I hated that he didn’t trust me enough to let me in. But I really enjoyed getting even, even if it was originally unintentional, by playing coy and letting him seethe in jealousy. Immature? Maybe. Deserved? Definitely.
I just turned my head and smiled at Dean on the dance floor. That boy could move, and for the second time that night, I knew Dean was going to make some woman incredibly happy one day. If he could move his hips like that on the dance floor, I could only imagine how he moved them in bed.
“It’s really none of your business anymore, is it Jack?”
