Going Wild (The Wild Ones Book 2)(28)

She melts against me just like she did earlier as catcalls emerge. She’s the one to break the kiss again, even as I try to resume it.

She takes a look around at several people who are watching us, and my arms stay fastened around her, keeping her from getting too far away.

“Well, at least you won’t have to worry about anyone bringing you any more food,” she says, patting my chest before smirking up at me. “You just made yourself unavailable by kissing me. Only the brave will venture near you now, Liam Harper. Or the unknowing.”

My eyes flick back down to her lips. “I’m not sure how many more ways I can prove that I’m here for you. I mean, I’ve already gone to extreme, possibly insane measures that would terrify most people.”

Her gaze flicks over my shoulder, and I turn my head to follow the path.

Five massive men are staring at me, all of them glaring with their arms crossed over their chests. Ah fuck.

Normally I wouldn’t back down from any sort of confrontation, but five-to-one are never good odds.

Kylie pats my chest once more. “This night just got interesting,” she chirps, then sashays away, leaving me to dread my impending death on my own.

But weirdly, I recognize the older of the five, and his eyes narrow on me like he recognizes me too. In fact, I’ve seen him twice. And twice, he told me to keep my mouth shut.

I did, since I had no reason to risk my life for some gossip.

I’m only distracted by a woman in a classy pant suit as she walks by in full-on hind-catcher gear. What the hell?

This is my Wednesday.





Chapter 11



Wild Ones Tip #52

When our song plays, shit’s about to go down. Rawr.



KYLIE



The Wild Ones have made it to the dance floor now, and people are getting launched into the air, making it more of a circus act than actual dance.

“Who’s that?” Jason asks, glaring over at Liam as Liam watches me without subtlety, staring over the rim of his beer as he drinks it.

“That is a guy who wants to date me,” I say, grinning darkly as I wait for him to go back to my father, who will then implode and scare Liam off.

Which is what needs to happen.

I can go back to trying to forget about him before he decides—on a whim—to suddenly move somewhere else, and breaks my heart in the process. We only knew each other for three weeks. I’m crazy, so I understand it taking me much too long to move on. But what’s his excuse?

Jason, as expected, stalks off to go to my father and report back to him like a good little predictable giant.

I watch, drinking my beer, and notice how Liam seems unconcerned with the whole scene as he joins Killian and Hale…who are doing a keg stand. On two separate kegs.

Hey, where did the kegs come from? No one told me there was keg beer.

Quickly, I look around, noticing I’ve lost sight of the Wilders. Never, ever lose sight of the Wilder brothers. Their sister is a little more on my crazy level. But the guys? Remember that whole wildcard thing?

My eyes dart back to my father, noticing he’s drinking a beer with Bill, both of them looking at Liam, probably plotting his demise.

Liam steps up and…does a keg stand. In his Armani suit.

And it’s really freaking sexy.

My eyes drift over to where a woman is walking in…is that a hind-catcher’s mask? It looks like she’s about to cop a squat behind a batter to catch the strikes. Even I find it weird.

“Who’s that?” I ask while pointing obviously, not even looking to see who’s beside me.

“That’s Benson’s mother,” Penny says, and I turn to face her, my eyebrow arching. “Lilah may have forever scarred her, so she’s…prepared now. Benson warned her there’d be paintballs.”

That’s when I hear Krysta as she steps up to the microphone and says, “I’m a real wild child.”

The music starts playing, and we all howl in unison.

Barefoot, I spin around, diving under the table nearest to me as the first shot gets fired.

No, not a gunshot. We’re not that kind of crazy. Well, not in this situation, anyhow.

I grab the paintball gun strapped to the bottom of the table, and I roll back out, laughing uncontrollably as I start firing rapidly at anything that moves.

“Stop!” Lilah shouts, and everyone stops immediately, fingers poised on triggers. Even the band stops playing. “This was my mother’s dress!” she loudly adds.

Krysta grins as she speaks into the microphone. “Lilah’s in her mother’s dress. Don’t you fuckers dare get it dirty.”

Everyone nods like that’s a perfectly understandable request, and the war resumes as the music starts again.

Lilah walks through the chaos, and everyone shoots around her. I giggle like an idiot when my paintball blasts Hale right in the chest. That never gets old.