Hollow (Heaven Hill Generations #4) - Laramie Briscoe Page 0,68
and I have a feeling she won’t be going away any time soon. “I rode my bike.” I point to where it’s parked, right in front of her.
“I don’t mind riding them.” She gives me a flirtatious smile.
The fuck is she thinking?
“Excuse me.” I hear Mandy. “You may not know me.” She waves her hand in front of Laura’s face. “I’m his wife, Mandy. Nice to meet you. If any woman is riding on the back of his bike it’s gonna be me, or his mother. You have no space here, honey.”
The up-to-this-point polite Laura sneers at her. “I’m not your honey.”
“And you’re sure as fuck not riding bitch on my husband’s bike, so go find another ride home.”
Laura turns to me, putting her hands on her hips and jutting out her tits. “I think Dalton can speak for himself.”
Tilting my head to the side, I wonder if she’s stupid or just a fucking idiot. “Dalton says call a cab, call an Uber, find another dick to ride, I don’t care. The only woman on my bike is my wife. Show some respect.”
Her eyes are wide like she expected me to take her side in this little argument.
“My mistake.” Her face flashes red before she runs away.
The two of us watch as she goes. “Is she the one who came onto you before?” Mandy asks, her arms crossed over her chest.
“Yeah, and like I told you then, she’s nothing.” I hold out my hand for her. “I know this was a huge part of us losing one another before; I won’t let it happen again. Let’s go inside. I need to check and make sure the night deposit is going to be taken care of. Then we can go ride as long as we want.” He winks.
I reach out, pulling on his hand. “Thanks for being honest. It’s not always easy, especially where we’re concerned.”
“We’re not backtracking, babe. We got this figured out, and there’s no way I’m gonna fuck it up now.”
Standing on tiptoe, I give him a quick kiss. “No fuck ups here either.”
He makes a noise in his throat that reverberates to my thighs, but instead of acting on it, he pulls me toward Wet Wanda’s. “Let’s get this over with.”
Mandy
I walk around with him while he checks in with Layne and Caelin, making sure things are status quo here tonight.
“We haven’t seen Owen Fitzpatrick tonight.” Layne nods his head toward Laura who is up on the stage right now.
Her eyes are right on my man, and fuck if that doesn’t piss me off. She’s shaking her ass for everyone to see, but she’s doing it for Dalton. The only consolation I have is he isn’t paying one bit of attention to her.
The music changes from rock to something dark and moody, the lights go down deeper, and she gets even bolder, glancing at me before she moves her gaze over to my husband.
I’ve had about enough when Dalton turns to me. “You ready? They’ve got everything they need for the night.”
My eyes lock with Laura’s, and I pull him into me. “Do you remember what we did when we were teenagers here?”
“Mandy,” he warns, his voice deep. “What’s up with you?”
“Nothing, she just pisses me off.” I nod toward Laura.
“She’s nothing, I told you.”
“But you’re something,” I remind him. “You’re everything.”
“You’re everything, too.” He leans in, kissing me softly and slowly. Determined to make him lose his cool, I reach down, grasping the hard front of his jeans. The place is so dark no one will ever be able to see.
He groans in the back of his throat. “Not here.”
I come up on tiptoe. “Then take me somewhere you can. I’m so wet, Dalton.”
“Because she made you jealous?”
“Because she made me want to stake my claim.”
His neck is flush with arousal. “Come on.”
A triumphant smile twitches the corners of my mouth. He grabs my hand, pulling me back into the private rooms. They aren’t used much anymore, but I have a feeling we’re going to get good use out of one tonight.
“Don’t touch anything,” he warns as he opens one of the doors with a key.
“Where’d you get a key?”
“I have a lot of things, babe.”
He sure does. Everything, including my heart. There’s a low light in the room, just enough so that we can see one another. A leather chair sits in the middle of the room. He takes a seat, reaching down to undo the button on his pants.