Omens (Dark in You 6)

“Maybe she’s not doing anything,” suggested Levi. “Maybe this is just as much out of her control as it is yours.”

Possibly. Although it spooked the absolute shit out of Keenan on a number of levels that he couldn’t control his body around her, he could admit that he was beyond curious to know what it would be like to have sex while not in complete control of his body. He’d never had that. But tumbling Khloé into bed would be no easy thing anyway. She was attracted to him, but she was also convinced he was an alcoholic and, as such, wanted nothing to do with him.

“Let’s not pretend you won’t pursue her sooner or later,” said Tanner. “It’s going to happen. Just go with it. Enjoy it. There’s no need to overthink—”

“Not on the table, Khloé, not on the table!”

Hearing Harper’s shout, Keenan looked to see the little imp jump onto the table with a whoop of sheer joy. Then she was all sexual confidence and erotic power—fluidly swaying, dipping, and working her hips like a fucking lap dancer. And his dick went hard.

Where the hell had she learned to move like that?

A group of men circled the table, cheering her on and whistling—much like Devon and Raini were doing. Keenan was pretty sure his blood pressure soared.

“Let me ask you one question,” said Knox. “If Khloé crossed the ‘casual’ line with a guy, how would you feel about it?”

Anger flared through him so hot and fast, Keenan ground his teeth. “It would be her business.”

“Yeah, it would. But can you be sure you’d let that guy live?”

Keenan didn’t speak. The honest to God’s truth? No, he couldn’t be sure. Which must have been apparent on his face, because Knox gave him a knowing look.

“Then maybe you should shove all your reservations aside and act before you miss your chance,” suggested Knox. “I’m not saying you should dive into a relationship. Take it slow, if that’s what you think both of you need. If you go too fast, you’ll spook her anyway.”

Hearing more loud whistles, Keenan looked back at the table on which she was dancing. Oh, she’d gathered quite a crowd. And now he needed to end this shit fast.

Keenan made his way across the large space, never once moving his eyes from her. He couldn’t move his eyes from her. Every captivating twitch of her hips and delightful jiggle of her breasts was like a stroke to his cock. And probably to the dick of every man watching her – the very thought made a vein in his temple throb.

He shouldered his way through the catcalling crowd and moved to stand in front of her table. It took her a few moments to notice him. Did she stop dancing? No. She flashed him a sultry, wicked smile that he felt in his balls.

“Don Juan, how’s it going?”

Don Juan? Keenan sighed. “Come on, time for you to go home.”

“But I’m getting jiggy with—Hey!” Khloé pouted when he lifted and set her on the floor. “Dude, you are such a Debbie Downer. I was—”

“Seconds away from stripping off your clothes,” he finished. “No, don’t even deny it.”

“Why? You deny you’re an alcoholic with a gargantuan dick.”

He briefly closed his eyes. He wouldn’t lose it. He wouldn’t. “Just get your purse so we can leave.”

It should have been simple for him, Knox, and the other sentinels to move along four drunk women. It wasn’t. Harper and Khloé fled to the restroom, saying they were desperate to pee. Devon started frantically searching for her jacket, despite Tanner’s insistence that she hadn’t brought one. Raini asked them to leave her to sleep in the booth, claiming she’d only “slow them down.”

Finally, they all got the fuck out of the bar and headed down the “strip.” Most of the bars, clubs, casinos, and restaurants had no front wall, allowing people to see what was going on inside the venues. There was mostly a lot of drinking, dancing, eating, and brawling.

A quick upward elevator ride later, they’d ascended to the basement of a popular nightclub that Knox had built to disguise the entrance of the Underground from humans.

Outside, Levi escorted Knox and Harper to their Bentley while Tanner took Devon—who was barely awake—straight to his Audi.

Keenan ushered Khloé and Raini toward his car. The women lived reasonably close to each other, so it made sense for him to give them both a ride. Taking a drunk Khloé anywhere was never an easy feat, but he liked to be sure she got home safely.

Having ushered the two females into the vehicle, he closed the rear passenger door, hopped into the front seat, and drove to north Las Vegas. That was when Khloé’s idea of “fun” began.

She drew satanic-looking symbols on Raini’s face with red lipstick. She sang Afroman’s “Because I Got High” in a Smurf-like voice. She asked Keenan to take her to an Amish community so she could “see some Amish dudes—they might be cute.” When he refused, she proclaimed him an Amish cockblocker.