Page 150 of Endgame

It was high time I claimed my girl.

Mercedes

THE DANCEFLOOR WAS jam-packed with an assortment of drunk girls, drunker boys, groping couples, and groups of overly boisterous teenagers from school as they danced, swayed, and basically jumped around like lunatics. I didn’t care about any of them though. I was too busy reveling in the feel of being wrapped up in Rourke.

He’d arrived onto the dancefloor twenty minutes ago and hadn’t taken his hands off me since –or his mouth.

He was kissing me like it was the first time we’d ever kissed; fiercely, possessively, and making me weak with want.

I’d been so stupid to worry about the wholecalling me Brittthing and Rourke was letting me know it, looking at me andonly me.

He was so big and broad as he rocked against me, pressing his hard muscles against my soft body.

The smell of his cologne filled my senses and I sagged against his chest with my arms wrapped tightly around his neck, allowing my body to sway to the music, as he punished my lips with his own.

I had no freaking clue of what had gotten into Rourke, and I cared even less. His entire focus was on me and being the object of his sole attention was making me feel like a freaking supermodel. Oh, and the erection digging into my stomach for the past twenty minutes? Yeah, that was a major ego boost.

Bad Girlfriendfrom Theory of a Deadman blasted through the speakers, distracting me from my lust filled thoughts, and I dragged my mouth away from Rourke’s before squealing, “Oh my god. Ilovethis song!”

Turning in Rourke’s arms, I backed my ass up against his crotch and began to twerk, moving my body to the rhythm of the song. This was a dirty, sexy song and my movements mirrored every lyric.

I felt Rourke’s hands clamp around my waist before he twisted me around and dragged me roughly against him. “You shake this for me,” Rourke growled in a warning tone, dropping a hand to squeeze my ass cheek hard. “And no one else.”

Knotting my fingers in the front of his shirt, I pressed my chest against his stomach and leaned up for a kiss. “I know.”

Rourke’s other hand landed on my ass. “You’re mine, Six,” he said, holding me flush to him. “You got it?”

Breathless, I nodded and continued to roll my hips against him. Rourke’s eyes were dark and hooded with desire as he watched me watching him, our bodies grinding against each other.

“Owens, wasn’t this your theme song last year?” some wise ass with a tie wrapped around his forehead called out as he shouldered past Rourke, managing to knock us apart. “See you’ve found a replacement for Britt,” the guy said with a sneer. He swayed on his feet, his words slurred – obviously wasted. “Does this one put out, too?” he asked, nodding in my direction.

“Walk away, Westbrook,” Rourke snarled, pulling my back to his side. “Do it now, Daniel, before I lose my ever-fucking mind and rip your head off.”

“Try it,” the guy taunted. “You know what’ll happen if you’re caught fighting with one of us again.”

Fighting with one of us?

Was he one of the Jefferson boys?

And then the name dawned on me; Daniel Westbrook.

I’d heard that name being tossed around tonight.

He was Jefferson’s quarterback.

What the hell was he doinghere,at our school’s homecoming dance?

“I’m here with your ex,” Daniel added, seeming to read my mind, except his attention was still focused entirely on Rourke. “Hey, thanks for breaking her in for me.” Laughing, he added, “It’s becoming our thing, ain’t it, Owens? You do the dirty work and I reap the benefits.” Daniel’s eyes trailed over me and he smiled darkly. “Damn, bet this one’s a freak in the sheets.”

“Fuck you, asshole,” I hissed before turning my back to him. “Come on,” I said to Rourke, placing my hand on his forearm and trying to lead him away “He’s not worth it.”

Instead of ignoring Daniel and coming with me like I expected him to, Rourke shrugged my hand off his. “No,” he snarled, his voice hard. Unyielding. His eyes were…furious. “Go up to our room,” he ordered. “I’ll be up in a minute.”

“Rourke, don’t bother –”

“Just do what I fucking say, Six! Please,” he bit out, jaw clenched, eyes locked on Daniel.

“Well, sweetheart, am I right in thinking you’re a real, bad bitch in the bed?” Daniel called out, focusing his glazed eyes on me. “I ain’t got a room here tonight, but my car’s parked out front if you wanna show me.”

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