had told all the women to leave them alone. Which was a relief. Because
that brunette? Looked like she could eat a man alive, and not necessarily in a good way.
Crossing his arms over his chest, John leaned back in the leather seat and kept his eyes on the
beers. He could feel people staring at him… and no doubt they were wondering what the hell he
was doing here. Which made sense. He wasn't like Blay and Qhuinn and couldn't front like he
was. All the music and the drinking and the sex didn't energize him; they made him want to
disappear.
He was thinking seriously of bailing when a blast of heat hit him, like from out of nowhere. He
looked up to the ceiling, wondering if he was sitting under an air vent and the furnace had just
come on.
No.
He glanced around-
Oh, shit. The head of security was coming through the VIP section's velvet rope.
As the dim overhead lights hit her, John swallowed hard. She was in the same outfit as before,
wearing a muscle shirt that showed off her powerful arms and a pair of leathers that were tight
over her hips and long thighs. Her hair had been trimmed since he'd seen her, the brush cut
gleaming.
The second her eyes met his he looked away, his face the color of a fire engine. In a panic he
convinced himself that she was going to know what he'd done when he was thinking of her
earlier today. She was going to know he… came while she was on his mind.
Damn it, he wished he had a drink to play with. And a cold pack for his cheeks.
He grabbed Blay's beer and took a swig as he sensed she was coming this way. Man, he couldn't
decide whether it would be worse if she stopped. Or didn't stop.
«Back again, but looking different.» Her voice was low, like a banked fire. And made his blush
worse. «Congratulations.»
He cleared his throat. Which was stupid. Like he could say anything?
Feeling the fool, he mouthed the words, Thank you.
«Your friends go trolling?»
He nodded and took another pull on the Corona.
«Not you, though? Or are they bringing you something?» That amazing voice of hers was pure
sex, making his body tingle… and his cock stiffen. «Well, in case you didn't know, the
bathrooms back there have some extra room and extra privacy.» She laughed a little, as if she
knew he was aroused. «Have fun with the girlies, but keep tight. Then you won't have to deal
with me.»
She walked away, and as she went the crowd parted for her, men big as football players getting
out of her way. As John watched her go, he felt a sharp shooter in the front of his trousers and
looked down. He was rock-hard. Thick as his frickin' forearm. And as he shifted in the seat, the
friction of his pants made him bite down on his lower lip.
He put his hand underneath the table with the intention of moving things around down there so
he could get some more room behind his fly… but the instant he came into contact with his
erection, the image of that security guard popped back in his mind and he nearly lost it. He
whipped his palm back so fast it banged into the underside of the table.
John rolled his hips, looking for relief but making the burn worse. He was itchy and dissatisfied,
his mood quickly getting a dangerous edge. He thought about the release he'd given himself in
his bed and decided that he could use another. Like now.
Like right now, before he came again.
Shit, maybe he could take care of himself here. With a frown, he looked over to the hallway that
disappeared into the back and had doors on either side.
One of which happened to open.
A small redheaded woman who looked like a professional came out fluffing her hair and
rearranging her bright pink getup. Right behind her was… Phury?
Yeah, that was definitely him, and he was tucking his shirt into the waistband of his slacks. The
two didn't say a word to each other: The woman went to the left and started talking up a group of
men; the Brother kept walking forward, like he was on his way out.
When Phury looked up, John locked eyes with him. After an awkward moment the warrior lifted
his hand in greeting, then took off for a side exit, disappearing outside. John swigged up some
more beer, utterly stunned. Sure as hell that woman hadn't been in a bathroom with the guy
because she was giving him a back-rub. God, he was supposed to be celi-
«And this is John.»
John
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