My hand slid around Roanna’s waist, and I pushed the first guy back. “Keep your hands to yourself, motherfucker, or you will only be able to drink soup through a straw for the rest of your life.”
The guy backed away, his hands raised and a stupid grin on his face. “Sorry, man. Didn’t know she was with you.”
Kassa finally got Gray to release the other guy. “Let’s go!” she ordered when he took her hand, dragging him toward the nearest exit before he could change his mind and start a brawl.
Kale was already pulling Santana toward the bar, and I followed. He motioned for the bartender to close out their tab and put his girlfriend in front of him, keeping himself between h
er and the rest of the club. “Did you have fun, doll?” he asked with a laugh, kissing the tip of her nose. “You like nearly causing a riot?”
“Depends,” she said with a sassy grin. “Did it turn you on?”
He leaned down to whisper something in her ear that had her giggling and turning red.
I tucked Roanna in beside them, signing my name on the credit card slip when the bartender placed both our bills in front of us. “You okay?” I asked at her ear.
She smiled up at me over her shoulder. “I’m good, but I’ll be better when we get back to your place.”
I pressed my hard-on into her hip. “Me too, sweet girl.”
Chapter 23
Roanna
I folded my sweat-soaked shirt and placed it in the laundry bag so it wouldn’t make the rest of the clean clothes in my gym bag smell. My face was flushed from the show earlier, and my throat was on fire like it always was after singing for a solid hour, only times ten.
I felt like hell, could feel a damn cold already trying to drain me, but I didn’t want to ruin the rest of the night. Not when I was spending it with Sin at his place.
For the past four months, Sin and I had been inseparable. I slept at his house at least three times a week, which would have been more if it were up to him. Hell, after that first sleepover, he took me shopping so that I would have my body wash and shampoo at his place. More and more of my things were ending up at his apartment. If I didn’t miss my friends so much and need a few nights with them, he already would have had me moved in with him.
And I was seriously thinking about it.
When his bandbrothers went back East for Thanksgiving and Christmas to be with family for the holidays, he stayed behind with me. It was the best Christmas of my life.
Fuck, it’d been the best four months of my life.
The nightmares had slowed down until, lately, they had been complete no-shows, making sleep sweetly peaceful. Especially when I got to sleep in Sin’s arms.
“Hey,” Genesis said as she walked into the green room. She had a beer in her hand and a frown puckering her brow. “Did you know the TK assholes are going to Vegas this weekend for Harris’s bachelor party?”
I shook my head, zipping my bag. “Nope. Haven’t heard anything. Why?”
She lifted her brows at me, as if she thought I’d lost some brain cells or something. She wouldn’t have been wrong. As drained as I was feeling, my brain seemed fogged up. “Ro, your man is going to Vegas this weekend. Without you.”
“No way,” I laughed, but it came out sharp and lacking any trace of humor. “He would have told me if he were going.”
He told me everything. Fuck, we were practically attached at the hip, and even though I was worried I was smothering him, he was the one who chased after me if I tried to give him some space.
Still, he would have told me about a trip to Vegas with his bandbrothers for a bachelor party.
Wouldn’t he?
Suddenly I didn’t know and my confidence in him—my trust—was starting to slip.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want him to go…
Scratch that.
I didn’t want him to go, but I wouldn’t have stopped him.