Going Wild (The Wild Ones 2)

Becky looks between us as Kylie steps against my side, and of course I drop my arm around her shoulders. Because, Kylie is jealous. And there’s no reason to be.

I didn’t fucking move here for Becky.

Becky swallows hard before backing away carefully, as though she’s watching for Kylie to attack and trying not to make any sudden movements.

I can’t help but grin.

“How many girls from Tomahawk have you fucked already?” Kylie asks me.

And my smile dies.

“None. Though one did fuck me with her mouth. I ended up chasing her to this…place.”

I gesture around me as the madness ensues, and two girls get on stage in front of us with two guys.

“You mean the girl you forgot to tell you were in a relationship?” she asks dryly.

I knew that was coming.

“I really did forget about Felicia—”

“Not helping your case,” she butts in.

Deep breath, Liam. “I haven’t been with anyone since you left that day.”

That has her beer pausing at her lips, and she looks up at me.

“What about all the girls who’ve been bringing this sexy, beardless, new guy daily gifts of food?”

I smile slowly, reaching over to twirl one of her curls around my finger.

“None. Kept wondering if you were ever going to get in on that action. I really did expect to open my door one day and find you there, burned homemade cupcakes in hand.”

She snorts and looks away as people start dancing.

Lilah shouts something to one of the girls singing, and she nods, grinning as Lilah and Benson take over the middle of the dance floor.

Half the people are dancing. Half are eating.

Kylie and I are just standing in the middle of it all, almost like that first night when people danced around us and I tried to pry into her head. I was worried she was a liability in over her abilities on that dive.

Then I was just fascinated with the way she handled me, instead of blushing and stuttering like her look made me think she would. I was fascinated by how different she was from what I kept expecting.

Then fucking addicted.

“I don’t take men perfectly edible food just to get laid,” she says, and I tense.

“Have you been with anyone since you left?”

She smirks before drinking her beer, not answering that. Just as I start to grow agitated, she turns to face me.

“I haven’t wanted to be with anyone. But that doesn’t mean—”

I cut her off, pulling her to me so I can kiss her again. Because I can’t help myself. It’s been a long damn year.

She melts against me just like she did earlier as catcalls emerge. She’s the one to break the kiss again, even as I try to resume it.

She takes a look around at several people who are watching us, and my arms stay fastened around her, keeping her from getting too far away.

“Well, at least you won’t have to worry about anyone bringing you any more food,” she says, patting my chest before smirking up at me. “You just made yourself unavailable by kissing me. Only the brave will venture near you now, Liam Harper. Or the unknowing.”

My eyes flick back down to her lips. “I’m not sure how many more ways I can prove that I’m here for you. I mean, I’ve already gone to extreme, possibly insane measures that would terrify most people.”

Her gaze flicks over my shoulder, and I turn my head to follow the path.

Five massive men are staring at me, all of them glaring with their arms crossed over their chests. Ah fuck.

Normally I wouldn’t back down from any sort of confrontation, but five-to-one are never good odds.

Kylie pats my chest once more. “This night just got interesting,” she chirps, then sashays away, leaving me to dread my impending death on my own.

But weirdly, I recognize the older of the five, and his eyes narrow on me like he recognizes me too. In fact, I’ve seen him twice. And twice, he told me to keep my mouth shut.

I did, since I had no reason to risk my life for some gossip.

I’m only distracted by a woman in a classy pant suit as she walks by in full-on hind-catcher gear. What the hell?

This is my Wednesday.

Chapter 11

Wild Ones Tip #52

When our song plays, shit’s about to go down. Rawr.

KYLIE

The Wild Ones have made it to the dance floor now, and people are getting launched into the air, making it more of a circus act than actual dance.

“Who’s that?” Jason asks, glaring over at Liam as Liam watches me without subtlety, staring over the rim of his beer as he drinks it.

“That is a guy who wants to date me,” I say, grinning darkly as I wait for him to go back to my father, who will then implode and scare Liam off.

Which is what needs to happen.