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From across the room, I caught Connor's eye. He nodded once in approval, while Jax raised his glass in a silent toast.
Sierra and Estelle were pointedly not looking in our direction, though their flushed cheeks suggested they'd seen enough to get the general idea.
My family. My beautiful, twisted, absolutely perfect family.
"Come on, angel," I said, wrapping my arm around Isla's waist to keep her steady. "Let's get you some water before you pass out on me."
As we made our way back toward the bar, I caught more than a few envious looks from other men in the club.
Good. They’d see what they could never have, what belonged to me and me alone.
The night was young, and I had plans that involved getting my very satisfied, very tipsy girlfriend home where I could worship her properly.
But first, I wanted to celebrate a little longer with my brothers, watching our women laugh and bond and remind me every day why I'd burned down my old life to build something better.
Something that started with a blonde angel in a dress and ended with forever.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Adrian
We spilled into my living room, Isla swaying against me with that adorable drunk smile that made my chest tight with possession.
The night had been perfect. My victory in the ring, my angel watching me dominate, and now she was mine to worship in private, this time.
Coach Miller had thrust cake boxes at us before we left the club, muttering something about "sobering up the lightweights,” even though I’d been stone-cold sober while that asshole face-planted into the bar.
The old bastard had a soft spot for celebrating whenever I beat another coach, even if his methods were questionable.
Now we were sprawled on the plush carpet of my living room.
The only illumination came from the blue-green glow of my piranha tank and streams of moonlight filtering through the windows, casting everything in an otherworldly gleam.
The fish moved in lazy circles, their movements casting shifting shadows across Isla's flushed cheeks.
She sat cross-legged beside me, still in that sinful blue dress that had driven me to distraction all night, a rich mini chocolate cake balanced on a round plastic tray in her lap.
The icing gleamed under the aquarium's ethereal light, and watching her tongue dart out to wet her lips made my cock twitch with excitement.
"I don't wanna eat it," she whined, pouting up at me with those ocean-blue eyes that could bring me to my knees.
Her lip gloss was slightly smudged, her hair mussed from dancing, and she looked absolutely fucking edible.
"Then why'd you pick the chocolate cake, angel?" I asked, unable to keep the amusement from my voice as I reached for the plastic fork.
The way she wrinkled her nose in distaste was so goddamn cute I wanted to bite her.
"'Cause it looked pretty," she mumbled, swaying slightly where she sat. "But I had too many chocolate martinis and now everything tastes too sweet and…”
I cut off her rambling by sliding the fork into the cake, scooping up a generous bite.
"You're my good girl," I cooed, holding the spoon toward her parted lips. "And good girls eat what they pick.”
She tried to turn her head away, but I caught her chin with my free hand, keeping her still. "Open."
The command in my voice made her pupils dilate even as she continued to pout.
After a moment of resistance, she parted her lips and let me slide the spoon inside.
