Hunter mumbled a reply, looking over his shoulder. I followed his line of sight, where Jack and Boone were standing in front of the corner booth, watching us carefully.
“I didn’t like the way you introduced me,” Hunter admitted again.
“Oh my god, Hunter Halston!” I exclaimed, leaning closer to him and beckoning for him to lean down to me so I could whisper in his ear. “Are you jealous?”
“Sweetheart,” he said warningly, his hands landing on my waist and pulling me closer to him. I nuzzled into his front all but rubbing myself into him.
“God, you smell yummy,” I said. “We should do this more. Preferably naked.”
His chest shook against me.
“We’ll continue this conversation tomorrow, darling, once you’ve recovered. I didn’t want to interrupt your night, just wanted to make sure you were safe. Go have fun,” he said, placing a kiss to the corner of my lips before giving me one panty teasing grin and turning away to head back to the corner booth.
Damn, those jeans look painted on his ass. I wondered if he would shake it for me.
Ooo, I wondered if Jack and Boone had on jeans too.
“The good sheriff wants to eat you up my friend,” Riley said to me. “For Hollows sake is it always thattensebetween you?”
Claire nodded, her loose curls bobbing slightly. “I almost ordered us more snacks so we could watch.”
“It looks like someone has finally managed to reel him in,” Lindsay said with a knowing look.
A warm feeling filled me, one that wasn’t from the alcohol flowing through my veins. “I don’t know about that.”
“Honey, that man wanted to stake his claim on you just now. I’m surprised you don’t already have bond marks across your neck. He wanted you to introduce him asyours,” Riley said seriously.
My eyes widened as his words sank in.
Fuck, I wanted Hunter again. I couldn’t even tell myself I didn’t.
There was a reason I’d taken his pillow and sweatshirt and buried it in my nest. Some days when we were hanging out together, it was all I could do not to jump him, the memory of our night together riding me hard. Or should I say the memory or daydream of me riding him hard.
I knew this was all new to him though, so I promised myself I wouldn’t rush him, and our banter every day was too good to pass up.
“I think I more than like him,” I admitted, taking a sip through my straw only for it to come back empty.
“Of course you do,” Lindsay said seriously. “Now let’s get another round of drinks and you can tell us all about it before we go dance our asses off some more.”
“Ooo, could I ask them to dance their asses off at the end too or is that breaking our group code?” I asked very seriously.
“Asking your pack to put on a show we can watch?” Riley said with a cackle. “Oh honey, no, that’s a treat.”
Lindsay made some ridiculous motions to one of her bosses behind the bar and the next thing I knew he was headed our way with another round.
“There’s a round of waters too,” he said, pointedly. “Need anything else, Linds?”
“Nope,” she said, snagging the drinks off the tray and ignoring the waters. “Thank you, Dustin!”
He shook his head, placing the waters on the table himself before whispering something in Lindsay’s ear on the way back to the bar.
“Do you more than like your bosses too?” I not so whispered once he was gone.
“What? No!” Lindsay denied it a little too heavily. “They’re like my brothers.”
“Sexy brothers,” Claire said, looking at me in agreement.
“Hey!” Riley said. “How come you never told me you think they’re sexy?”