stop.
“We’re here,” Quinn announced.
“Dammit,” I growled, eyes still locked on her ripe mouth.
“At least being smooch blocked isn’t as bad as cock blocked.” She giggled and planted a quick playful kiss on my lips. Whipping her head in Sofia’s direction, Mia grinned. “Let’s dance.”
And dance they did. From our table a few inches from the tiny dance floor, Burk and I kept a close eye on our wild women. While the DJ stood poised on the smallest stage I’d ever seen, playing nonstop tunes, Mia and Sofia wiggled, writhed, and laughed to the heavy beat reverberating through the bar.
Though we all knew the place couldn’t accommodate the crowd our free concert would amass, Quinn didn’t turn and usher us back out the door. Instead, we all sat down, ordered a round, while the girls danced their brains out.
Well, until a stupidly brave cowboy decided to join them.
“Relax. I got this,” Ross announced as Burk and I rose from our seats in tandem.
Never taking his eyes off the girls or the eager cowboy, the big drummer stood at the edge of the dance floor, puffed out his massive chest, and methodically started rolling the sleeves of his shirt up, displaying his equally massive biceps.
As the brain-dead cowboy tipped his hat back on his head and moved in close to Mia, she shot me a glare. I raised my palms in feigned surrender while mentally plotting a million ways to murder the prick.
With a rhythmic roll of his hips, Ross gracefully swayed across the scuffed wooden floor and positioned himself between Mia and the brazen cowboy. She blinked up at the muscle-bound drummer as he wrapped his beefy arm around her waist and twirled her behind him. Then Ross stopped mid-step. An ugly smile speared his lips. Lifting his hand, Ross extended his finger, waggled it at the other man, and shook his head.
Darren, Syd, Quinn, Duke, and Mick stood, each pinning the bold cowboy with death glares. Hands balled into fists, I held my breath, waiting to see if the douchebag would heed our silent warnings or do something utterly stupid.
Out of nowhere, a scrawny bouncer—another reason we’d never play this venue…ill-equipped security—hustled to the dance floor and dragged the dipshit away.
Breathless and beaming, Mia and Sofia returned to the table. But before my little leather-clad spitfire slid into the chair beside me, she cupped my cheeks and kissed me… hard on the lips.
“That’s for not playing knight on a white horse.”
I didn’t have the heart to point out that Ross had acted on my behalf, and simply chuckled.
Sofia took a gulp from one of the margaritas on the table in front of her.
“Hey, is that my drink?” Mia pointed to the other.
“I think so. Here,” Sofia said, passing the glass across the table.
“That’s not a chocolate martini.”
Mia shook her head, stuck the straw in her mouth, drained half the glass, then shrugged. “Martini…margarita…they’re both Ms and so mmm, good.”
They were for now, but in a few hours when she was puking her socks off, she’d be sobbing and vowing never to drink again.
“Where’d you learn to dance like that, Ross?” Sofia grinned. “You’ve been holding out on us, mister.”
The drummer shrugged. “I used to like to dance a lot.”
“You were a stripper, weren’t you?” Syd grinned.
“No, asswipe.”
“Used to. You don’t like it anymore?” Mia asked.
“No.”
“Really? How—”
“Is it time for us to leave?” Ross asked Quinn, cutting Mia off.
“Yeah. Think we’d better check out the bar down the street, then probably head back to the ranch. I think we all know which bar is the one.”
“For sure. The first place was epic,” Darren said, voicing what we were all thinking.
“Do we even want to bother checking the other places?” Quinn tossed out.
“Only if you want to. I’m with Darren, that first place was perfect. I doubt we’re going to find another that will top it,” I said before tossing back the rest of my vodka and tonic, savoring the warm buzz flowing through me.
“I think it’s perfect for us, too.” Mia nodded.
“Agreed,” Burk said. “Let’s load up and head back to the ranch.”
We’d been in the limo less than ten minutes when Mia’s body slumped against mine. I peered down and found her sound asleep.
“Did she pass out?” Duke asked in a voice slathered with concern.
“No. She’s sleeping. She always falls asleep like this when she drinks.”
Then pukes.
“So, time doesn’t change everything after all, huh?” Syd smirked.
I flashed him a sneer, then eased Mia onto my lap and cradled her to