Page 113 of Bad Wolf

I spend the night laughing till my ribs hurt, Jenna matching me drink for drink and now we’re drunk.

Absolutely lost to the crazy, and loving every minute of it.

I try to get her to sing, but she won’t, cackling about being a terrible singer.

Knox was pulled off with a couple of his teammates a while ago, including half of our table, but I’m having too much fun to go and find him, watching Scott keep Jenna’s limbs to herself. She’s gotten, let’s say, a little handsy as the nights worn on.

“Wolves, I’m told this is the last song of the night, so it’s time to drink up, go home and unleash that apex predator within you,” he winks, “Make ‘em howl, boys.”

I watch as he, Casey, Jason, Gunner, Hollywood and Rex strut around on stage and then…

Just like the rain outside

Your body’s sweating, dripping wet

And I just can't control myself, no, baby

Be my obsession, my possession

Baby, I got fine selection

This must be your lucky day, baby

I wanna jack it, smack it

You know the shit that turns you on?

I wanna lick it, kiss it

I'll give you everything you want

Ooh, howling out your name

Ooh, red like champagne

Ooh, you’re gonna feel the vibes

When the wolf comes out tonight

Oh. My.

They dance and rut like lunatics to The Spencer Lee Band. It’s an abs parade of epic proportions.

The girls and I lose it. Lexie climbs on the table, pulling Jenna, Chloe, Coralie and I up as she goes. Anna stays seated, but waves her arms around, whooping with glee as the rest of us dance like women possessed for the men on stage.

“Put your babies in me, Gunner Grey,” Coralie shouts and I double over laughing at how out of character that comment was for her.

Troy, and probably Callan, and Scott, lunge for the glasses that we absolutely do not care are there.

Knox is hotter than…what’s the hottest thing on Earth? No! He’s a solar flare.

Abs on show yet again, jeans hanging even lower than when he started, showing off that V I want to trace with my tongue.

I don’t really register what the rest are doing, but whatever it is has Coralie and Chloe squealing.

I’m too fixated on Knox again. If you could get pregnant from a look, it would be the one he’s giving me right now.

CHAPTERTWENTY-SEVEN

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