“I-I,” Evan stammers. “You all share her, right?”
Shane grabs him by the throat and lifts him an inch off the floor. “We do not fuckingshareher. What do you think she is, a fucking condo?”
The three women start to wail and shriek and suddenly all eyes in the club are gazing in our direction. Declan and Kian bristle with nervous energy, ready to fight if they need to, but they know they don’t stand a chance.
Evan opens his mouth to protest but Shane has him in such a chokehold that he can’t speak.
“He didn’t mean anything, Shane,” Kian pleads. “It’s an unusual arrangement is all he meant. Just let him go.”
Shane trains his glare on Kian now while Evan turns a deeper shade of purple. “Do you enjoy having the use of your legs, Kian? Because if you do, I’d think very carefully about anything you say about my wife.”
Kian swallows hard and looks at Declan and the two of them clearly have no idea what to do. Neither do I. There aren’t many people who can handle a super pissed Shane.
Conor runs a hand through his hair and shakes his head. “For fuck’s sake,” he mutters as he takes a few steps until he’s standing beside our older brother. “You know I’m down with whatever, bro, but this is our place of business. It’s Jessie’s club,” he says softly and it’s that realization that makes Shane release his grip on Evan’s throat.
If this was The Emerald Shamrock, he wouldn’t give a fuck about drawing attention — but these clubs are Jessie’s babies. She’s worked so hard on them.
Evan drops to the floor, rubbing his neck and gasping for breath.
“All of you need to leave. Now!” Conor says.
Kian helps his cousin from the floor and the bouncers who have been slowly gathering start to usher them all from the club.
“Well, that escalated quickly,” I say with a grin but Shane is clearly not in the mood. He walks right past me with a look of thunder on his face and heads toward the stairs that lead to the basement rooms.
“That wasn’t my fault, Con,” I say as he stands beside me. “I didn’t do anything. I was good, right?” I kept my mouth shut and my hands to myself when I really wanted to smash Declan’s face in and call him a cunt.
“No it wasn’t your fault, kid,” Conor assures me. “He’ll be fine.”
“Hmm,” I say but I feel kind of sick. I hate it when Shane is pissed at me.
“Come on. Jessie and Liam must be downstairs,” he says, wrapping an arm around my shoulder and together we make our way through the club.
ChapterThree
JESSIE
Isit on Liam’s lap in the huge wingback leather chair. He rubs his beard over the delicate skin of my neck as he kisses me softly, making me squirm in his arms as I giggle.
“You’re so damn ticklish, baby,” he chuckles.
“You’re so damn distracting, Liam,” I say as I take his handsome face in my hands. “I know what you’re trying to do.”
“And what’s that?” he grins at me.
“Make me forget that your brothers might be in trouble upstairs.”
“No, baby,” he shakes his head before he resumes kissing my neck as his hand slides up my dress. “If I wanted to distract you, I’d be fucking you right now,” he murmurs against my skin.
“So this is…?” I purr as I run my fingers through his thick dark hair.
“This is me being alone with you and not being able to do anything but fucking touch you,” he groans as his fingers brush my panties.
“Well, I know that feeling,” I whisper as I drop my thighs open and I rock my hips against his hand.
“Hmm,” he smiles his appreciation against my skin.
As his fingers curl around the edge of my panties, the sound of the door opening startles both of us. We look up to see Shane walking into the room with Conor and Mikey close behind him. Liam pulls his fingers back and rests his warm hand on my thigh instead.