“No cab.” Jace leaned down and nuzzled Bria’s neck. “I’m taking Bria home and fucking her.”
“Oh God,” Lincoln groaned again. “Okay, that’s it. I’m taking you home, you asshole.”
“I’m not fucking you. You’re way too hairy,” Jace said.
Bria burst out laughing and Jace grinned at her. “I’m funny.”
“No, you’re an idiot and you’re going to be so fucking embarrassed tomorrow,” Lincoln said.
“He probably won’t remember.” Bria unlocked her car.
“Again, I’m really sorry.” Lincoln opened the door. “Jesus, this is weird.”
“What’s weird?”
“Normally I’m the one being inappropriate and Jace is apologizing for me.”
She laughed again as Jace purred and leaned down to lick her throat.
“Are you sure you’re okay with taking him home?” Lincoln asked.
“Fine,” Bria said. “I can handle a drunk tiger shifter.”
Jace licked her throat. “I’ll be a good boy, little tiger. I promise. I’m going to make you feel so good again.”
“Again?” Lincoln arched his eyebrow at her.
She shrugged. “He’s drunk and doesn’t know what he’s saying.”
“Yeah,” Jace said, “I’m horny.”
She laughed. “I said drunk.”
“And horny,” he said.
“C’mon, get in the car.” Lincoln helped Jace into the car and buckled him in before shutting the door.
He patted her on the shoulder. “Thanks, Bria. I owe you.”
“It’s no problem.”
The car door opened and Jace leaned out, held in place by his seatbelt. He bared his fangs at Lincoln. “Don’t touch her! She’s mine!”
“Yeah, yeah, calm down, ya dick,” Lincoln said. “Can you even remember where you live?”
“I remember,” Jace said. “Bria, do you remember?”
She cleared her throat. “I’ll get directions from you. Goodnight, Lincoln.”
“Goodnight, Bria.”
She shut the passenger door and waved to Lincoln. As she climbed into the driver’s seat, she hoped to God that the lion shifter was distracted enough not to think too much about the things Jace said. She started the car and drove in the direction of Jace’s house. He placed his big hand on her thigh and rubbed.
“Hi, baby.”
“Hi, Jace.”
“How come you were at the club?”