Heath held up one finger. “Don’t forget that couple having sex on the dance floor. Yeah, it was a pretty calm night.”
All three men chuckled when they noticed her wide-eyed amazement. “All that happened tonight?”
“Yeah, it was pretty quiet,” Cody said, coming close to her. “We didn’t have any serious fights to break up because we nipped them in the bud before they got that bad. The catfight was between two best friends over some guy, and the condom machine has been jamming, so…” He shrugged.
She shook her head. “I figured that a club this size would have its fair share of altercations, but…there were people having sex on the dance floor?”
“It happens,” Cody said with a chuckle. “People get caught up in the moment.”
Heath snorted. “At least the guy was acting responsibly. He had that rascal wrapped, or so I heard.”
“Maybe that’s who broke the condom machine.” Spencer elbowed Heath and gestured to Maizy, whose mouth was hanging open. “I think we shocked her.”
She giggled. “I guess I am. I’m not used to nightclubs and situations like that. I had no idea any of that was happening.”
With a perfunctory nod, Cody said, “Good, then we did our job right. I like nightclub patrons knowing we’re here but we don’t need to put on a show. Angel, we can leave once we’ve made sure that all the waitresses and staff have gotten safely to their vehicles. Are you too tired to talk tonight?”
Maizy shook her head and smiled. “I’m fine.”
Twenty minutes later, they walked her out the back door to Spencer’s big four-door truck.
She turned to look at them and saw their grins. “How am I supposed to get in that? I need a ladder.”
Spencer might’ve grinned just a little before he said, “No need.” Then he lifted her in his arms and said, “We’ll take care of you.”
That’s what I’m afraid of. And I’ll get really spoiled. And if this is just a pipe dream then it’s going to hurt so much when it’s over.
Spencer paused and looked into her eyes and whispered, “You okay?”
She nodded and tried to not squeal much when he lifted her into the backseat. She saw him toss Cody the keys. The truck was so high up off the ground, all she could see was the top of his head as he walked around to the other back door and the guys climbed in.
He hopped up in the seat next to her and said, “We like having vehicles that fit our builds. When you ride with one of us, we’ll always be there to help you get in. We’ll take care of you.”
Heath looked back from the front seat at her and nodded as Cody started the diesel.
She bit her lip as the vehicle ate up the miles. It had gotten awfully quiet, and when she glanced at Spencer, he seemed tense. She made a decision and released the lock on her seat belt and scooted over, cuddling up to him when he lifted his arm and gazed down at her. Heath looked back at them and his smile wasn’t teasing. It was genuinely happy. He leaned forward and turned up the volume on the radio. “Crash My Party” was playing.
Is that a sign?
The grin on Heath’s face as he watched the road said he thought it was.
She reached up and caressed Spencer’s goatee and then pulled him down to her for a kiss, very aware of a wonderful falling sensation.
Chapter Nine
Maizy felt delicate in Spencer’s arms, her body heat seeping through the fabric of her top into his hands as he deepened the kiss. Her lips were soft and warm, and sweet. When she slid her tongue against his, his cock hardened almost painfully. She didn’t pull back like he’d feared she would, if he showed her how much he wanted her. The need filling him was almost overpowering.
Since meeting her, every time she’d looked up at him with those honey-colored eyes he’d wanted to take her in his arms and kiss her. She’d look at him, his face, his chest, his arms, and his hands as though he was larger than life. At first, he’d worried that she was a little frightened by his size but then she’d smiled when she’d walked in the club and put her arms around him, and it hadn’t felt conciliatory. It’d felt like she was taking what she needed from him. And he found that he wanted to give her whatever she needed, whenever she needed it.
She pulled back long enough to look into his eyes and murmured, “You’re a wonderful kisser.” Then she returned for another kiss as the Luke Bryan song kept playing. He took it as a good omen that the song had come on.
No woman had ever dated him long enough to share something intimate like a special song, yet she’d declared it the first time they’d danced. He’d learned early on not to expect intimacy like that from the women they were dating. In honesty, it was hard to expect something he’d quickly become unwilling to give himself. There was less pain that way for everyone. Everything seemed easier with Maizy.