Tainted Bastard (Tainted Knights 4)

Outside, I handed over my valet ticket before turning her in my arms to kiss her senseless.

My phone ringing had her stepping back, a shy smile on her kiss-swollen lips. “You should answer that.”

Exhaling heavily, I pulled out my phone. Seeing Kale’s name, I grunted and answered. “Yeah?”

“Gray and I are headed out. Want to grab a few beers with us?”

I stroked my hand down Roanna’s back. “I’m out with Ro.”

“Bring her. Santana and Kassa are coming too.”

I pulled the phone back from my mouth. “Babe, you up to having drinks?” She nodded. “Yeah, okay, Kale. Text me where you’re going, and we will meet you there.”

As the attendant pulled up my car beside us, I opened Roanna’s door for her. She climbed in, and I bent to kiss her before going around to tip the guy waiting with my door open. The minute I pulled into traffic, I was reaching for her hand, entwining our fingers and resting them on my thigh.

Never one to like being touched, I couldn’t seem to stop touching Roanna.

Gray and Kale were already at the club they texted me they were going to when we arrived. They stood at the bar, girly drinks in one hand, beers in the other, watching as Kassa and Santana danced with each other several feet away.

From the look of it, they were putting on a show for my friends and having a good time doing it. The two of them kept checking to see if their guys were watching, giggling as they drove Gray and Kale crazy.

Roanna stepped up to the bar, ordering us both beers. I boxed her in, an arm on each side of her, my lips on her neck until the bartender placed the bottles in front of her. When she started to pull money out of her purse, I handed over my credit card, telling the guy to start a tab for us.

Glancing back at me, she rolled her eyes and tossed a five-dollar bill on the bar top for a tip. Grinning, I brushed my lips over hers before finally turning to my friends. “What are you two dumbasses doing?”

“Keeping an eye on the girls, man,” Kale grumbled, his eyes like Gray’s, glued to the dance floor. “They said we can’t dance with them and are making us hold their drinks. Haven’t been here ten minutes, and I’m ready to get out of here.”

One song faded into another one, and their girlfriends finally left the dance floor to join us. Seeing Roanna with me, the two women pulled her into a group hug. “You have killer legs,” Santana told her enviously, already tipsy, making me wonder what the fuck she was drinking or if the party had started somewhere else. “Fuck, I want to be you when I grow up.”

Roanna laughed. “Thanks?”

Kassa swallowed the last of her drink and grabbed both Santana’s and Roanna’s hands. “Come dance with me!” she commanded, but she paused in front of Gray to kiss him. “You stand right there and watch. Don’t take your eyes off us.”

Hunger darkened his sand-colored eyes. “Whatever you want, little butterfly.”

Roanna looked nervously back at me as Kassa dragged her to the center of the dance floor. The place was getting crowded, and she hadn’t had enough to drink yet to be comfortable with the number of people. I nodded to her, promising her with my eyes that I was there if she needed me.

By the end of the first song, however, she was relaxed enough to dance with the other two. She laughed with them, moving her amazing body to the beat of the music, proving to me again that it wasn’t just her voice that could hypnotize me.

The next song the DJ played was slower, sultry, and Kassa pulled the other two closer, her eyes going straight to Gray with a saucy little smirk.

“Fuck,” Kale hissed out, his fingers clenched around his beer bottle and Santana’s pink drink.

“I’m about to cut this night short.” Gray groaned and tipped his beer back.

I leaned back against the bar, watching the show the three of them were putting on for us. They were teasing us, driving us crazy with the way they were grinding against each other. My hands itched to get them on Roanna. I was with Gray; this night was about to be over. We’d just arrived, but I was ready to take Roanna home and fuck her until she begged me for mercy, payback for the torture she was unleashing on me now.

My gaze was on her and only her, so I didn’t see the two guys who were behind them at first. It wasn’t until one of them put his hands on Roanna’s hips and started pushing his crotch into her hips that I even noticed him.

When I saw his hands on her, my vision clouded with red. Roanna and the other two stopped dancing, and the second guy moved between Kassa and Santana.

“He’s dead,” Gray snarled, dropping the drinks on the floor when the guy leaned in to Kassa to say something, and Gray stepped in the pile of shattered glass and booze before storming through the crowd.

Roanna pushed the guy away from her just as I started moving toward her. The guy laughed and tried to grab her waist, pulling her against him as he started dancing again, and she stomped on his foot, making him squawk in pain. Beside her, Kassa and Santana were both tearing into the second guy from what I could hear.

Even though I’d moved first, Gray reached them before me, bulldozing over people. He pushed between the girls and grabbed the guy by the shirt, fisting his hand in the material as he got in the guy’s face.

“Gray!” Kassa yelled at him, tugging at his arm. “Calm down. There’s no reason to start throwing punches.”