As our bodies press together again, my cell starts vibrating like crazy. We both glance down at my purse which is nestled between our bodies. “Sorry,” I mouth as I take it out again. If this is Jackson, I’m going to block his damn number.
Big Bad JD:Don’t make me come over there
I type out a quick reply.
Lucia:I’m just dancing.
Big Bad JD:That is not dancing
Lucia:You’re worse than my father
Big Bad JD:If he puts his hands on your ass one more time…
Lucia:You’ll what, Jax?
Big Bad JD:Don’t fucking test me, Lucia!
I frown at the screen. Don’t test him? Seriously? What the hell is his problem? He’s made it abundantly clear that he has zero interest in me. I click on his contact details and press block. I smile at my own genius. That will teach him. I’ll unblock him again tomorrow of course, but for tonight, I need a breather from him.
I need a breather from being me.
“Is everything okay?” Chase shouts over the music.
“It is now.” I smile at him and wrap my arms around his neck.
He smiles back and puts his hands on my hips again. A few seconds laterSeñoritacomes on. “I love this song!” I shriek and Chase laughs as he grinds his hips against me and bends his face close to mine. A few seconds later, his hands slide onto my ass again. I look into his eyes and they are still dark with lust. Maybe I can do this random one night thing after all?
It’s the expression on Chase’s face that tells me something is drastically wrong. He goes from smiling to looking like he is about to pass out in a matter of seconds. I feel heat at my back as another hard body is pressed against mine and I am suddenly sandwiched between two men.
“If you want to have the use of those hands in the future, I suggest you take them off her ass right now,” Jax growls loudly over the music.
Chase does as Jax says without even an ounce of resistance and while I know that the man behind me is kind of terrifying, it still it annoys me that Chase would give me up so easily. For all he knows, I might be about to get kidnapped, or carried off by some serial killer. Chase skulks off into the shadows and I spin on my heel and come face to face with an incredibly angry Jackson Decker towering over me.
“What the hell is your problem?” I push him in the chest but he remains in the same position, like a wall of rage.
“I warned you,” he snarls.
“You’re an asshole,” I snarl back and then I turn around and make my way through the crowd, marching out of the club with Jax hot on my heels.
“Lucia,” he calls after me.
“Leave me the hell alone,” I shout as I keep walking straight out of the club and into the cool night air.
“That guy was an asshole,” he snarls as he reaches me. “He had his hands all over your ass in the middle of the fucking club.”
“We were dancing, Jax. That’s what people do when they dance.”
He grabs me by the elbow, stopping me in my tracks and turning me to face him. “That was way more than dancing.”
“Well, maybe I wanted to do more than dance, Jackson,” I hiss at him as I start walking again. I am so over him treating me like a child. “Even my father wouldn’t have embarrassed me like you just did in there.”
He takes deep breaths, his nostrils flaring as he tries to keep his temper in check. It’s not often Jax loses his cool, but when he does—well, we just saw the outcome of his last little temper tantrum. “That’s because your father doesn’t look at you the way I do,” he growls.
I frown at him. “And how exactly is that, Jackson?” I use his full name again, because he and I are no longer friends as far as I’m concerned.
“God help me, Lucia,” he hisses through gritted teeth. “You drive me fucking crazy. Now get in the fucking truck.”
I glance behind me to see that we’ve somehow walked to his truck and I hadn’t even noticed. His truck isn’t some old pick up. It’s a Hennessey Goliath with a custom interior, dark tinted windows and sleek black lines. The perfect fit for a cowboy in LA. “I can find my own way home,” I snap.