“I most certainly do not!” she sputtered. “Why the fuck would I?”
I licked my lips, her eyes suddenly glued to my mouth.
“Because you don’t want some fuckin’ doormat who rolls over and shows you his belly. You don’t want easy. You want someone who tests your limits.” I pointed at myself. “And that someone is me, Darlin’. You might not want to admit it yet, but I know you see it already.”
Sierra blinked slowly. “Where the hell do you get your confidence from?”
“Comes naturally,” I drawled, closing the distance between us and grabbing her hand, blissful shivers running up my arm at the touch. “Now let’s go. There are some people I want you to meet.”
She tried to wrench her hand out of my grip, but I wasn’t having any of it. With a wide, happy grin, I tugged her through the room. I loved having my girl at my side — well, more at my back at the moment, but she’d stop struggling and resisting … eventually.
“Dom!” Jax gave me a friendly pat on the shoulder when I stopped beside him. Then, he pulled Sierra around so my arm ended up over her shoulder, her delicious curves pressed against me.
Touching her freely, in public, was like this exhilarating rush. My whole body felt alive; every sensation was more pronounced, more vivid.
My dick throbbed angrily in my pants, and I didn’t care that anyone who took a second look at me could probably tell that I was sporting a hard-on.
Let them see.
Let them see how bad I was for Sierra Johansson, the goddess at whose altar I was worshiping.
“Glad to see you could make it, kid. You must be Sierra, right?” He shot me a mischievous grin, his eyes taking in Sierra curiously.
She’d stopped trying to free herself from my grip, instead opting to stand stock-still, a haughty expression on her face, as she eyed the people around us.
“Yes. And you are?” Even though she was a bit smaller than him, she still managed to look down her nose at him.
Jax raised his brows in amusement, tipping his imaginary hat at her.
“Jax. Somehow I got stuck with your boy here.” He chuckled with another good-natured clap on my back.
“Interesting. Seems like we have something in common, then.”
I snorted. “She likes me, I promise.”
“You’re delusional,” she muttered under her breath, making both me and Jax laugh.
“Blink twice if he’s holding you hostage.”
Sierra gave an exaggerated blink, then another one.
Jax pursed his lips, trying to suppress a grin. “Sorry, didn’t really catch that. Reception must be bad right now.”
Sierra rolled her eyes. Pulling her a little closer against me, I whispered in her ear, “What did I tell you about rolling your eyes?”
Her breath hitched, and I couldn’t stop the satisfied smirk curling my lips. Knox joined our little group.
“Damn, didn’t think you’d actually pull that off,” he said, eyeing Sierra.
My shoulders stiffened, and I stood up a little straighter as Sierra tried to move out from under my arm again. She glowered at me, then turned the intensity of her gaze in Knox’s direction.
“Pull what off exactly?” Her voice was sharp as a whip.
She crossed her arms, and my grin returned in light of the steel in her voice. Knox looked a little scared. His eyes darted from left to right as he sought help that wasn’t coming.
“Uhm, nothing really … I mean …” Knox shifted uncomfortably under her glare and shot me a brief glance. Then he seemed to decide that he might as well throw me under the bus.
“I was just trying to say, this guy here has apparently been all strung up on you. I mean, he wouldn’t even come out with us unless you were there, and he wasn’t sure you’d come, but you came, and here you are, and here he is. We’re all here, and it’s great. Yep. Beautiful night for this little get-together,superglad you’re here,” he rambled, nodding enthusiastically.
