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Brick stared at him, then shrugged and leaned back against the booth like he couldn’t be bothered to talk anymore.

“You’re looking pretty trashed. Do you need me to take you home?” Logan offered after studying him for another long moment, and this time there was genuine concern.

“Nah…” Brick waved him off with an unmistakable wink accompanying it that made Logan roll his eyes. “Me ’n’ Ab’s are gonna do some more…dancin’first.”

Logan sighed quietly before replying, “Okay… well if you’re sure then I’m gonna head off.”

Brick was already sinking into his seat, eyes glazing over as the relentless pulse of music matched the ache starting to bloom in his temples.

Logan turned, weaving his way through the crowd. He’d come here spurred on by the gnawing dread after their fight at the bar, but Brick said Ethan was home—and that meant he was safe from Devon’s reach.

Still… the thought of Devon holed up somewhere with that girl, Lisa, didn’t sit right.None of my business, his gut twisted with lingering unease, as he pushed toward the exit.

The ceiling lasers carved jagged streaks through the dark, the DJ’s bass rattling the walls as the bodies on the dance floor tangled in an embrace of glitter and groping hands.

Brick leaned back, the soft leather groaning beneath him as he watched Abbey disappear, then reappear in the crowd, her hips swaying like a promise. His grin widened as he pictured peeling that dress off her later—just the two of them, all alone, no Lisa.

Last night had been a marathon—the two women clawing, giggling and greedy, while he’d stumbled through it, too wasted to enjoy it. But tonight… tonight he would pace himself, savor Abbey’s curves without the extra baggage.

“You’re looking pretty trashed.” Logan’s voice echoed in his head as he grabbed one of the warm beers from the table and chugged it back. Yeah, he was drunk, but he’d been worse—way worse. And sure, the room spun a little, and the lights were blurred, but he’d be fine once he got Abbey back to his place.

CHAPTER 38

Squeezedinto the cramped stall in the men’s bathroom with Devon, Lisa sat on the closed lid of the toilet. Her dress hitched high enough that the hem gathered around her thighs in wrinkled folds.

Devon’s jeans hung loose around his hips, unzipped and shoved just low enough to bare his cock. The metal frame of the cubicle vibrated as he pressed into her with ragged urgency. One hand was planted on the wall to steady himself, while the other fisted her hair, tugging sharply as he thrust into her mouth, each movement rougher than the last.

“Take me, baby,” he groaned through tightly gritted teeth.

The air had that typical bathroom smell, a pungent cocktail of stale piss, industrial-strength bleach, and the faint musk of countless illicit encounters.

Devon didn’t care, he wasn’t here for the ambiance, his mind was elsewhere.

Eyes squeezed shut, it wasn’t Lisa’s lips he imagined wrapped around him, it was Ethan’s.

The memory of Ethan’s flushed cheeks and wide eyes flashed behind Devon’s closed lids like a drug. The man was intoxicating and maddening all at once. It was obvious he’d been trying toavoid him, slipping away whenever he got too close. But that only made the hunt more exhilarating.

Lisa gagged, pulling back and gasping for air as she wiped at her mouth with the back of her hand. “Woah there, cowboy,” she muttered breathlessly, looking up at Devon with a crooked smile. “You’re kinda big. You’re gonna need to give me a second.”

Her smile faltered and she let out a nervous laugh that she probably thought sounded flirtatious.

Devon wasn’t paying attention. With his eyes still closed, he was blocking out everything except for the image of Ethan—the curve of his jawline, the way his voice trembled when he said Devon’s name like it was both a plea and a warning.

He thrust forward, chasing the phantom image in his head until his thoughts dissolved into pure sensation. A guttural groan tore from his throat as he spilled into Lisa’s mouth, his body shuddering with release.

Lisa coughed and pulled back, wiping at her mouth with a wad of tissue from the dispenser on the wall. There was something almost clinical about the way she cleaned herself up—efficient but detached.

She looked up, tilting her head coyly as she leaned in closer, her lips curling into a sultry smile. “How about you do a little something for me now?” she purred, her voice dripping with suggestion as she reached out to trail a hand over Devon’s chest.

He barely suppressed an eye roll as he zipped his jeans. “Sorry,” he said briskly, leaning down just enough to plant an insincere peck on her cheek before straightening again. “I’ve got something I need to take care of.”

Lisa blinked at his abrupt dismissal before her expression hardened into a frown. She pushed herself to her feet quickly, tugging her dress into place with sharp jerks of her hands as she glared at him. “You’re not sticking around? But Brick and Abbeyare waiting for us,” she snapped irritably, fumbling to gather her purse.

“Nah,” Devon replied over his shoulder as he pushed open the stall door and stepped out into the larger bathroom without bothering to glance back. “It’s not really my scene.”

“You’re an asshole,” Lisa hissed as she grabbed another tissue from her bag and began dabbing at the corners of her mouth again.

“Yep,” Devon called back, not missing a beat as he finished washing his hands and strode toward the exit. “You’ve got me pegged.”

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