“Who’s that with Nuke?” Ammo wipes his nose again and stares at my goddess.
“Oh my God, that’s who he was picking up from the airport.” Tea’s annoying voice brings me back to the fact that the woman in question is indeed dancing and laughing with my drummer.
Which sucks for him. I’m absolutely gonna fuck her tonight.
“Brother.” Ammo’s hand stops me from moving. I stare at it, almost confused. Last thing I’m in the mood for is his shit.
“I’d let go, brother,” I sneer in his face. This is not a threat. If he doesn’t let go, I will not be responsible for my actions.
“Jesus, man.” He lets go, dramatically holding up his hands. I’d like to punch him in his perfect face for that.
“You need to respect the code, Granger.” Ammo shakes his head. “Nuke got to her first, picked her up from the airport, clearly she’s special to hi—” I don’t wait around to hear more. The way I feel, I don’t care if she’s his fucking wife.
“Shit.” Ammo signals for our security.
I move toward Nuke. He looks like a fish out of water jumping circles around my goddess while she laughs and twirls. People start to rush us, screaming “Rock God” and “Ammo.”
“Goddammit, Granger,” Ace, my bodyguard, gripes as he makes a huge production of trying to keep people from touching us.
I despise having security. Pussy-ass shit, in my opinion. But apparently the record label and Rafe, our manager, disagree. I don’t run or hide. Anyone wants to come at me, I’m right here. I smirk. Guess this is why we have security. I storm a path straight up to Nuke.
“Hey, man,” he calls out and looks up at me, his face filled with excitement.
“Nuke.” I nod then turn to the woman. She’s stopped dancing. Her chest rises and falls, almost as if she’s been waiting for me.
Her long dark hair is pulled up, revealing her stunning face, allowing me to admire her puffy lips, high cheekbones, and big eyes that slant up like a cat’s.
“You remember—” I hold up my hand for Nuke to stop. The club has pretty much ceased to exist anymore. My eyes go up and down her thin form, stopping at her incredible tits. Jesus, my cock is so hard I have to shift it to the other side.
If she’s with Nuke, she’s not anymore. A slow smile graces her incredible lips as I ignore him and whatever he seems to want to tell me. Instead, I move closer, blocking him out as I reach for her tiny wrist, which is adorned with numerous bangles.
She’s delicious, intoxicating. As she glides into my arms, I fight the urge not to lick one side of her face, if only to see how she’d taste. I breathe in her scent, savoring the smell.
It’s vanilla.
Maybe caramel. Fuck, it’s crème brûlée. I want to lose myself in her, savor her as if she’s dessert. Dipping my head, I feel her shudder. She’s mine and she knows it.
“Hello, beautiful,” I say lowly into her lips.
Her eyes narrow on mine, then dip to my mouth. “Hello, Rhys.” Her voice is like a slight breeze, a gentle feather caressing my lips.
Warning bells pound through my intoxicated trance and I lift my head to stare at her. The neon lasers and lights are chaotic, adding to my unease. No one calls me Rhys anymore.
It’s a name from my past. I even correct people if they try to use it.
“Rhys?” Her voice is slightly raspy, sensual.
“No one calls me that.”
“Well, I’m not anyone,” she purrs.
“Fuck, Granger. You looking for a world of pain? What the hell are you doing?” I barely register Nuke yelling. It doesn’t matter what he says or what he’s warning me about.
I want her.
I grab her face with both hands, bringing her lips to mine. A premonition that this one is dangerous flashes through my head.
It doesn’t matter though. I’m all in.
Roughly, I claim her lips, thrusting my tongue deep inside her mouth. She moans and wraps her hands around my neck. Her body fits perfectly. As if I hired a sculptor to mold her to me.
She tastes like sugar and berries and all I want to do is live inside her honey core for days.
Hunger.
I haven’t felt starved like this in years—that need, drive to obtain something, to want something so desperately that you don’t care if she ruins you.
Lifting my head, I say, “Let’s go.”
“Yes.” She nods, her eyes slits and lips swollen. I have to fight myself not to wrap my hands in her long dark tresses and take her mouth again. She digs her nails into my forearms as we start to walk.
“Granger, this is a mistake. People are filming you.” Ammo’s and Nuke’s voices blend together. I let Ace clear the path for us.
“Fuck, man, he’ll kill you. Don’t you know who she—”