“Who the fuck was that? But seriously though, do I have a booger, man?”
“Shut the fuck up and go get that beer.”
Sara
My head is spinning. I think I’ve had too much to drink because when I look over to the table I could swear Danny is sitting with Morgan.
As I get closer I see indeed it is him.
His dark hair is swept back, showing off those dark, intensely sexy eyes.
I rush toward him, nearly tripping over my heels along the way. Crashing into his arms, a hiccup bubbles from my throat.
“Hi,” I whisper, nuzzling into his neck, inhaling his freshly showered scent.
“Nice tiara.” His arms wrap around me, securing me in his lap.
“I missed you. I was gonna call, but somebody snatched my phone.” I roll my eyes on the last part.
“It’s fine.” He winks, and I melt into him.
“What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be off stuffing dollar bills in striper’s cracks?”
“That’s what I’m saying.” Boogeyman, hands Danny a beer. He’s one of the members of the Devils Rejects. I don’t know much about him other than he gives off a dark vibe.
I’ve met the VP, Cupid. Danny says he got his name because the guy has been married three times.
Harley stalks from the dance floor. “You totally ditched me, bit-…” she stops short when she sees Boogeyman. “Well hello tall, dark, and sexy. Who are you?”
“Don’t even think about it,” Danny shoots her down before Boogeyman can speak.
Crossing her arms, Harley huffs out, “Rude! This place blows.”
I look over and see Morgan is on her phone, probably talking to my brother. Not that I can blame her. If Danny wasn’t here I’d be fighting for my phone back.
“I hate to cut this party short, but we should probably get going. Both boys have had explosive diapers and Cole is about to lose his mind.”
“This is the lamest night out ever. Sorry, Sara,” Harley pouts. “I didn’t even get to piss Kyler off.”
“Kyler. What kind of pussy name is that?” Boogeyman muses.
“That pussy is my boyfriend, thank you very much. At least he wasn’t named after a booger.”
I burst out laughing and so does everyone else, well not Boogeyman.
A primal growl rips from his chest, killing our laughter.
“Fuck ya’ll I’m a goddamned nightmare.”
The angry snarl on his face has me erupting with laughter again.
He shakes his head. “I’ll meet you at the truck. Fucking missed the twins for this juvenile shit, Mickey Mouse Club,” he mutters under his breath.
My brows knit together. “Twins?”
Danny sighs. “I’ll tell you about it later. Come on, I’ll walk you out.” Morgan and Harley walk ahead of us as he kisses my forehead.
“You driving back tonight?”