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What the hell did I miss on my walk? As much as I hated Nathan’s little bitch face, I thought Kyrie had planned on being his arm candy the whole night. We were supposed to keep our distance and not act sofamiliarwith her. What the fuck happened in the last hour that all of that went out the window?
Grudge was still patrolling outside, so I couldn’t even share my confusion with him. On top of being completely blindsided, I was also jealous as fuck. And helpless to do anything about it.
Kyrie was safe in Dyno’s arms, yes. But she could be even safer in mine.
The music faded as the song came to a slow, gradual end, and the dancers’ movements slowed with it. I couldn't tell you what kind of music it was, some kind of high-brow classical shit that rich people listened to. Kyrie and Dyno's eyes remained locked on each other, their expressions dreamy, even as they left the dance floor side by side. She leaned toward his ear to say something, and his lips grazed so fucking close to her cheek. Fuck me, if he kissed hernow, my head would actually fucking explode.
Whether that rage was a result of jealousy or the sheer recklessness of it, I couldn't be sure.
They parted from each other a moment later, with Kyrie heading down a corridor to what I assumed was the ladies' room. Once Dyno slid through the throng of people to wait for her at the hall's entryway, I went straight for him and didn't hold back.
He was completely relaxed when I brought a hand down on his shoulder and spun him around to face me, which meant he knew I was coming.
“What,” I snarled, “thefuckwas that?”
His expression betrayed nothing but cool indifference. “It's called dancing. You should try it sometime.”
“Dylan.” I growled out his given name to show how serious I was. “I am not in the fucking mood for your smartass mouth. As your president, I'll ask again. Why the fuck wereyoudancing with her?”
His eyes narrowed, the only shift in his face. “Nathan was manhandling her. She was getting upset and pushed him away. So I stepped in.”
A tiny amount of my anger drained away, relieved that he had been there. But it quickly refilled once my system registered that Nathan had tried to push her aroundagain.If the prick couldn't control his hands, I'd be happy to remove them for him.
“But why didyouhave to dance with her?” I repeated. “We're supposed to be hanging back, remember?”
Dyno's lip curled. “He's stubborn as a fucking cockroach. He would've come right back and tried again if I stepped away. If not him, some other rich piece of shit would.”
That wasn't all. The emotion was finally bleeding out of him, cutting through his words and his clenched fists. Not many things got under Dyno's skin, but Kyrie did. She dug her way deep inside years ago and made a home in all of us.
And I didn't have to ask Dyno or Grudge to know that none of us wanted her to leave that place she occupied.
“Also because I wanted to,” Dyno finally admitted. “I told myself she would be safest if I stayed close to her, but I also just...wantedto be closer to her.”
All the air in my chest left with a big sigh. Not because I was disappointed in him, but because I knew exactly how he felt.
“What are we doing, D?” I whispered, not expecting an answer.
“I don't know,” he said, rubbing his jaw. “We kept telling ourselves not to, and it's not working. Would it really be so bad if we just—”
“Stop,” I warned him. “Do not say what I think you're about to say.”
He gave me a heavy look. “I think it's too late to stop, Trav.”
I shook my head and then looked down the empty corridor to the washrooms. I wasn't sure how much time had passed, but surely enough for a woman to do her business and come back?
“She's been gone awhile,” Dyno echoed my thoughts.
“I'll check on her.” I slapped his chest and gave him a gentle push in the opposite direction. "Grudge should be getting back from checking the outside. Go switch with him tocool your head.”
Dyno snorted. “Yes, President.”
Like my blood wasn't already hot enough, then he had to go and call me that. I wanted to shove him to his knees and make him take my cock in that smartass mouth until he choked on it. I wanted to fuck him so deep in his ass until he babbled apologies for not sticking to the plan.
And I want Kyrie to watch.
I forced the thought from my head with a frustrated growl as I stormed down the hallway. That was the last place my mind needed to be, although Dyno had a point. The more I fought how much I craved her, the deeper and more gnawing the ache became.
“Kyrie?” I pounded the side of my fist on the first door I found. “You in there?”
