Anna was jumping up and down, having a great time, when someone came up behind her and put a hand on her shoulder. At first I thought it might be a friend of the person Anna had chased out, but then I saw it was Denny. Guess he’d finally shown up to take her home. Anna turned to look at who was touching her, recognized her sister’s boyfriend, and then flung her arms around him. Denny seemed taken aback by her forcefulness. He patted her back, like he wasn’t sure what to do with her.
The interaction between them made me smile. Then I glanced up to find Kiera in the crowd. I wondered if she’d be as jealous of Denny and Anna as she seemed to be over Anna and me. Kiera wasn’t even watching them though. She was watching me. She stared at me the entire time Denny and Anna were together by the stage; apparently she wasn’t worried about them at all. Kiera continued to stare at me as Denny left Anna’s side to return to her. Her hazel eyes were trapped in my gaze until Denny walked over and touched her shoulder. Then she startled back to awareness.
Denny took a seat at the bar, and Anna stayed where she was in the crowd, so I figured she’d refused to go home with him. I’d been expecting that. She was way too interested in me to give up now. She wouldn’t stop until she was in my car or in my bed. Not that I would let that last one happen. I’d made a promise.
When our set was over, Anna was glued to my side again. She brought me a beer and a towel and scared away the other women with a glance. He’s mine, back off practically shimmered off her in waves. Griffin was as irritated about the whole thing as Kiera was. I just found it funny. And not a whole lot had been funny lately.
When the bar was winding down and it was time to go home, Anna and I walked through the front doors arm in arm. Even Rita frowned at us. I had to smile that I was pissing off so many people in such a short amount of time. It had to be some kind of record. Once we got outside though, Griffin decided I’d hogged Anna long enough.
Sidling up beside her, he asked, “So, how’d you like the show?”
Her arm still wrapped around mine, Anna looked up at me and smiled. “It was amazing.” From her tone, it was clear that what she really meant was He was amazing.
Griffin glared at me, like I’d made her say it. Shaking my head, I looked away from his annoyed face. I couldn’t control who she fawned over. Grabbing Anna’s hand, Griffin yanked her away from me. Again, smooth. She stumbled a little, but laughed. “I gotta show you something,” he said.
When I looked back, the pair were hustling over to Griffin’s van. Matt was standing on the other side of me. With a snort, he said, “Think he’s whipping it out for her?” Smirking, he shook his head. “I’m not so sure that will impress her.”
A laugh escaped me as I watched Griffin slide open his van and dig around inside. It took him a minute or so, but eventually he popped back out with a black thing in his hand. I laughed a little more. Our band shirt? That’s what he had to show her?
With a flourish, he snapped open the Douchebags shirt in his hand. Anna squealed and made a grab for it. Griffin held it back in one hand and raised a finger with the other. “You don’t just get these for free,” he said. “You have to earn ’em.”
I wanted to drop my head into my hands. Jackass. As I watched though, Anna smirked, then pressed Griffin against the van. Her knee went between his, and her hands circled his wrists, pinning them beside his head, like she was arresting him. While Griffin closed his eyes and dropped his mouth open, Anna rubbed her body against him. She ran her nose up his throat, then over to his ear. She whispered something, and I watched Griffin melt. He released his hold on the shirt, and Anna instantly snatched it up. When she stepped away, he had a glazed look on his face.
Breathing heavier, he said, “Fuck me. Now.”
Anna giggled as she held the shirt to her chest. She touched a finger to his nose and laughed. “You’re so cute. Thank you for the shirt.”
“Thank you for the raging boner,” he replied.
Spinning on her heel, Anna walked back to me with a satisfied smile. Griffin was still leaning against his van, clearly dazed. I shook my head at her. “What did you say to him?”
Biting her lip, she suggestively raised her eyebrows. “If you play nice, maybe you’ll find out.” Laughing, she started walking away. “Shall we go home?”
I looked back at Griffin. He had his eyes closed, and he was cupping himself, like his unsatisfied hard-on had just given him a stomachache. I didn’t want to sleep with Anna, but I was insanely curious what she could have possibly said to reduce Griffin to a pathetic pile of horniness.