Page 63 of Wild Stars

I can’t deny the way it makes my blood pulse, or my cock twitch.

“Yes,” I say without thinking.

Dare only smiles and nods.“You too,” he says as he stands up, offering me his hand.“You can’t watch forever.”

I debate telling him no.Debate staying here in the VIP, where I can safely observe the beautiful flame of Dare Wylde without getting burned.

But I don’t want to sit on the sidelines of the game anymore.

I want tobe in it.

Dare clears his throat as he says, “Unless you’rescared.”

My jaw twitches and it is as if the response is automatic.

No one challenges me quite like Dare.

I grab his hand, and he pulls me up.

“Fuck no, I am not scared of a damn dance floor.”

Dare licks his lips as he chuckles.“Then by all means, old man, show me your moves.”

I follow Dare to the dance floor, where the rest of the band and my sister are.

I’ve never been much to enjoy clubbing, and prefer to dance with strangers, but the thought of dancing with anyone makes me feel uncomfortable.

The heat of the lights makes me feel flushed, and I start to think perhaps the two glasses of whiskey was a bad idea.

After all, it wasn’t top shelf, and I’m far more accustomed to much better quality alcohol.

It doesn’t take long for someone to gravitate toward Dare, just like I knew it wouldn’t.

Dare’s gaze flits to mine, almost as if he is asking permission.

As if he iswaitingfor me to tell him it’s okay.

But I’m not sure itis.

As the music pounds around us, and bodies bump and grind to the beat, I can’t help but realize that we’ve been here before.

But somehow, this isdifferent.

Because I don’t want him to dance with anyone else.

I want him to dance withme.

I move forward, shaking my head, my gaze fixed on him.

“I’m good, thanks,” Dare says over his shoulder to the dark-haired man behind him.

“Come on, bro, it’s just a dance...”The man’s voice is deep and tinged with drink.He slides his hand around Dare’s waist, pulling him back.

Every part of me reacts to his touch, his attitude.

Dare wriggles a bit in the man’s grasp, trying to remove his hand.

“I believe the man said, no, asshole,” I bark as I come beside them.

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