Nights Embrace (Others of Seattle) (10 page)

It was midnight by the time they were dressed and made it down to the street. They all walked toward Charlene’s. Trevor felt at ease with Roxy tucked under his arm, her sweet body pressed against his.

“You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen,” he whispered against her ear.

Her eyes darted to his, and she softly asked, “Seriously? I feel a bit out of place not being as fit as the rest of you.”

“Oh, Roxy, I love every gorgeous curve
,” he purred. “I want to lay you out and taste every inch of your body.”

She ran her fingers down his abs.
“Maybe we should go back to my place then, or yours.”

He grinned.
“Oh, we will. Food first.”

Sorcha stopped walking and waited until Roxy and Trevor caught up. When they did, she asked.
“You aren’t too embarrassed yet. Are you, Rox?”

“Hmm?” she asked dreamily. “About what?”

“I’ve never seen anyone blush as much as you. I was sure you would run out of there after that kiss. Then you were even brighter red when I put you in his lap.”

“I was only blushing because I wasn’t sure how long I could keep myself from taking him in that chair.”

Her admission didn’t help his current state of near constant erection but he couldn’t keep from blurting out, “They might have left if you did.”

Her eyes rounded.
“I’m not that much of an exhibitionist. I’m not looking for an audience.”

“Neither am I, and I don’t want to share you.” The edge to the playful words
excited her. Instead of making her run, she felt safe with him. She grinned back at Trevor. He relaxed.

“
I’m curious,” he whispered. “What would you have done if you hadn’t restrained yourself?”

“Anything you would have let me,” she answered
honestly.

Sorcha laughed out loud.
“You know, Trevor, the more I get to know her, the better I like her. She fits right in with us.”

He nodded, thinking she was right. He didn
’t want to let Roxy go, ever.

Sorcha slung an arm over Roxy
’s shoulder, nudging Trevor. “You know, Rox, we’re going to get into all sorts of trouble.”

“What kind?” Roxy asked with a raised brow.

“Plenty.”

* * * *

Roxy looked ahead and nearly froze. She saw Mike and Doug outside the entrance of Charlene’s. That could only be bad. Jordan wasn’t with them.

“Hey, Mikey
, Doug,” Roxy called out with an enthusiasm she didn’t feel.

“God damn it, Rox. Why do you keep turning off your fucking phone?” Mikey griped.

Forcing a smile she added sugar sweetness to her tone. “Because you two monkeys allowed Jordan take your phones. He was harassing me with the same old shit. I’m at my breaking point, so I turned my phone off before I said something I couldn’t take back.”

Doug
let out a heavy sigh, and gave her a sad smile. “Sorry about that, Roxy. We’ve been trying to get in touch with you. He’s starting shit back at the bar.”

Of course Jordan
is. Not my problem.

“Well he’s a big boy. He can handle himself.” She
smiled, hoping she was right, but changed the subject anyway. “You guys want to meet Lunar Storm?”

Mikey shrugged and quickly looked over each of them without much interest.
He’d already met Trevor.

Roxy
made introductions anyway. Doug looked a little overwhelmed with his tight smile. Mikey kept glancing back toward the bar. Then she told them, “We’re hungry, so we’re just going to grab a bite to eat, and avoid the drama.”

Mikey
scrubbed a hand over his face. “Yeah, that would be the day. Look, he’s drunk off his ass. Try to stay out of sight if possible. It will only start more trouble if he sees you.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll be in the dining area, not the bar. He’ll never know I’m here,” Roxy
assured and walked in.

Trevor and his friends
followed. Joey talked to the hostess while Trevor pulled her aside.

“You sure you don’t want to go somewhere else?”
he asked softly.

“Yeah, I am. I’m not going to let him bother me tonight. I’ve had too much fun to let him ruin the mood.” She wished she was as confident as she sounded.

Sorcha eavesdropped, and asked, “Who are we talking about?”

Roxy flinched when she heard Jordan yell some snide remark from the back.
“Hear the asshole back in the bar? That would be the dick my brother was talking about. He’s drunk and making a fool of himself.”

Aaron
, their waiter, was well aware of her situation with Jordan. He came over with a concerned frown. “Hey, Rox. I couldn’t help overhearing your friend’s accents. Are you all with the other two from Ireland?”

“We are
together,” Trevor answered.

“Right this way.” He led them toward the table and quietly told her
, “Jordan’s back there starting shit.”

“Yeah. Not my problem. I’m with friends.”

Aaron gave Trevor an appraising look and nodded. “Good. I was wondering if you were ever going to go out again.”

One corner of Roxy’s mouth lifted in a smile
. “Yeah, well it took meeting someone new.”

She slid in next to Fiona who asked,
“How did you hold up against the clan?”

Her eyes darted to Trevor who sat down beside
her. Roxy’s heart fluttered. When she looked back to Fiona she grinned. “Pretty well. You missed an interesting game.”

Fiona nodded, her eyes sparkling.
“Aye, I can imagine. It never was my kind of game though.”

Sorcha chimed in,
“We love ‘em but they’re kind of party poopers.” She turned toward Fiona. “Roxy has balls. You should see some of her tattoos. You would love her dragon.”

“A dragon tattoo?”
Fiona asked.

Roxy shrugged a single shoulder.
“Can’t exactly show you here without possibly being charged with indecent exposure, but he sort of wraps around my leg.”

She laughed.
“That kind of tattoo, huh?”

The group
broke into several lively conversations. Trevor pulled her against his side, keeping her engaged.

* * * *

Jordan shoved back at the groupie he’d fucked in the bathroom stall down at the Garage. She kept pushing up on him.

Her voice grated his last nerve as she whined in his ear.
“Please, please I need more.” She pressed her breasts against him, and he grabbed her shoulders, moving her away.

“No. Not interested.
Go now,” he growled. His desire had dried up, but his cock hadn’t caught up to that notion.

“Fine. Asshole.” She swatted at him but nearly fell as she stumbled away.

He threw himself onto the stool and ordered another Devil’s Poison.

The bartender, Jordan couldn
’t remember his name, gave him a dirty look, but mixed the drink.

Some hot broad with pale green eyes and dark hair slid into the seat next to him. She had an energy about her that
felt wild and chaotic. Not like his usual sexual excursion. His eyes raked over her voluptuous body.

A smile twisted his lips as he leaned closer.
“Mmm. Your legs are rocking. What time do they open?”

“For you?”
An accent accompanied her harsh words. “Never.”

“Oh, now come on. I can get you off.”

Her nostrils flared. “I smell slut on you. I’m not one of your little tramps.”

“Fucking bitch,” he snarled.

She smashed her beer glass over his head. He felt the sting as a shard cut into his scalp.

Someone spun Jordan’s stool around and yanked him out of his seat by his shirt
.

Some asshole greeted him with a
dark glare. “You bloody arse,” the guy sneered before punching Jordan in the face.

* * * *

A glass shattered from back in the bar. Roxy flinched. Then Jordan started yelling. “That isn’t good,” she muttered.

Someone with a Scottish accent started swearing
. Trevor’s whole body went rigid beside her.

Wait, that can
’t be right. How many Scottish assholes can there be in Seattle?

“Maybe we should have gone elsewhere,” Joey
offered.

There were too many people blocking her from leaving the
large round booth, so Roxy ducked underneath and crawled out.

Trevor called her name, and
she heard the concerned conversation at the table, but she didn’t look back.

Instead she walked to the front and yelled to Mikey.
“Mike, you may want to get to the bar and get Jordan out of here.”

He nodded, and then Roxy ran to the
bar in the back of the building.

“Roxy, wait,” she heard Trevor call, and then say, “Damn it, Joey, move your ass
!”

Thirty people were crowded around Boyd who
sat on top of Jordan, swinging at his chest.

Carter, the bartender
yelled, “Break it up, the cops are on the way.” It did nothing to stop Boyd from pounding his fist into Jordan’s side. She heard the crunch.

Roxy slipped
through the crowd to get to Carter. “What the hell happened?” she asked.

“New guy’s gi
rlfriend got pissed at the come-on he used on her. She smashed her glass on his head, and then her man started swinging.”

“Figures,” she muttered. “I should let them both get arrested.”
That didn’t stop her from squeezing through the tangle of onlookers.

She shouted,
“Come boys, at least take it outside. You’re making a scene.”

Dina
sidled up beside her. Roxy didn’t see her until her arm came around her shoulder. “Aww, let boys be boys. You can’t stop Boyd once he goes into a rage.”

Roxy didn
’t have time for Dina’s shit. She ducked under her arm and moved forward. She got a clearer view of Jordan’s bloody face. He wasn’t moving, and was barely breathing.

Boyd
’s fist hammered down on Jordan in a blur too fast to see. She heard another crack. When he pulled back, she caught his arm and yanked hard enough to knock him off-balance.

“That’s enough
!” she screamed. “It’s safe to say you won. You don’t need to kill him!”

She took another look.
Or had he already? Shit, Jordan looked bad.

Blood ran down his already black and blue face. His ribs looked
… dented.

Boyd shot to his feet, towering over her. He snarled,
“He a friend of yours?”

Emboldened by anger, h
er eyes snapped to Boyd’s, and she felt the charge in the air. “Why the fuck do you care?”

“You sure do keep interesting company, little girl.” His eyes drifted down and back up her body as a cruel sneer lifted one side of his lips. “You should keep mine.”
Boyd reached out to touch her face.

Roxy
flung her hand up, knocking his away with a zap and a flash of blue electricity.

Boyd yelped, honest to
god yelped, and jumped back, clutching his wrist where she had made contact. “You’re a fucking witch.”

She laughed out loud.
“You mean bitch, right? Look at you, asshole. Beating on someone who’s clearly lost already.”

One of the two policemen to arrive broke through the crowd and pu
lled Boyd back before he could swing at Roxy.

“That’s enough,” the cop warned.
“You already beat the hell out of one person, you don’t need to lay a hand on a lady.”

Boyd
tried to pull free, and the policeman pushed him to his knees before yanking his arms back to cuff him.

Kevin put a big hand on her shoulder. She looked up into the
second cop’s warm brown eyes. “You okay, Roxy? Did he hurt you?”

“No,
” Boyd shouted, “the fucking witch gave me a jolt on purpose.”

Kevin grinned.
“She did now, did she? A witch you say? Look boy, she might write a good one, but they are not real.” Something in what he said didn’t sound right, but her head wasn’t clear enough to grasp what he meant.

Confusion and questions spun through her
mind. She looked down at Jordan and that all fell away. Her eyes filled with tears. As much as she wanted him to let her go, she didn’t want to see him beat to death for any reason.

“How much did you see
, Roxy?” Kevin asked.