“Oh! Yes, well…” Sariel’s nose wrinkled. “Kalen talked me into ordering this and it tastes horrible. I’m sure that would be much better.” He pointed to Mac’s drink.
“Want to try one?” Rowan asked. “They’re smooth and sweet, and taste like limeade. With a kick.”
The prince gave his enthusiastic approval and Rowan waved at the server. The girl hurried over, giving the men of their group an appreciative eye before taking their order. Sariel requested his margarita, but the rest, including Aric, went for beers. Zan helped himself to the Fae’s abandoned brew as a warm-up. Or cool-down. Whatever.
Looking around first to make sure nobody was listening, Aric addressed Nick. “Are we sure it’s safe for him to be out in public?” He gestured to Sariel. “Nice work with the disguise, but his kind can sense him.”
Kalen flashed him a look of irritation. “My spell will work. Why don’t we try to have a night out and relax for a change? We could all use the break.”
Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to unwind. Nobody wanted to hang with a perpetual downer, even if his worries were valid. Deciding to try some small talk, he gestured to Kalen’s chest.
“I noticed Mac is wearing your pendant. What’s up with that?” He cocked his head. “What haven’t you told us about the attack on you and Mac?”
The couple glanced at each other and Nick, and Kalen shrugged. Aric thought his nonchalance was forced.
“It happened while you were being held captive. The pendant is protection against evil and I’m letting Mac wear it for a while, that’s all. The encounter with those things shook her up and having it on makes her feel better.”
“I think that’s a glossed-over answer.” Aric narrowed his eyes.
Mac gave a weak smile. “What’s the big deal? Like Kalen said, let’s just have a nice evening.”
Nick changed the subject with discussion about a new laser weapon being developed by Grant and his team in the government. Aric tuned them out. Sitting back, he slung an arm over the back of Rowan’s chair and whispered into her ear.
“You went out and didn’t invite me to the party? I’m crushed.” Actually, he kind of was. But he didn’t want her to know.
“Maybe because you pissed me off?” she suggested sweetly.
“Yeah, about that… Could we step outside for a minute?”
“I don’t know. I’m having a pretty good time right where I am.”
The stubborn set of her jaw, the militant flash in those big brown eyes, her shiny hair falling around her shoulders were so freaking sexy. His damned cock went rock hard in his jeans and he had to press the heel of his hand to his crotch to get it to behave. Not that it worked. “Please?”
“Let me think—no.”
“Fine, have it your way.” Pounding a fist on the table, and causing his friends to jump, he cleared his throat. Their conversation stopped, and he met their curious stares without flinching. “I owe Rowan, and everyone else, an apology. I was a complete dick this afternoon and I’m sorry.”
Silence.
And then, from Kalen, “Is that it?”
He scowled. “What else do you want? A dozen roses?”
The Sorcerer snickered. “Not me, but the lady there might feel differently.”
He turned to Rowan and found that the ice had thawed, some. But he had a bit more work cut out for him. Mustering every ounce of sincerity, he laid his hand over hers on the tabletop. “I get what you were telling me earlier. I apologize for being a jackass. I do that when things get too intense and I don’t want to deal, but that’s no excuse for shutting you down when you shared something really painful that you went through. I’m sorry, Ro.”
Her eyes softened and she offered a small smile. “Nobody calls me that but Micah.”
“Do you mind?”
“No, of course not. Apology accepted.”
Whew. “Thanks, honey. Did you get to check on Micah before you guys left?”
“I did. He was awake again, but he didn’t say a single word this time. I probably shouldn’t have left him.”
“No,” he said, heading off a fretting session. “You had to get away for a while, and he’s in good hands. Melina and the nurses are all watching out for him.”
She relaxed some. “You’re right. I just can’t help but worry.”
“Have some fun tonight, then get some sleep. You can see him in the morning.”
“All right.”
She managed to loosen up, and the conversation lightened considerably. The eight of them ended up having a good time, sharing some laughs. Rowan entertained them with some funny stories of calls she and her partner, Danny, had answered, and the guys took turns sharing some of their humorous predicaments, too.
Aric tried not to wonder if this Danny she spoke so highly of was someone she missed a lot. And failed.
“Want to take that walk now?” she said in his ear.
Nick, who overheard, shook his head. “Groups of four.”
“Jesus,” Aric bitched. “We’ll be right outside. Come on, man, give me a break.”
His boss hesitated, then reluctantly gave his assent. “I’m not picking up on anything, but don’t be long.”
“Sure.” Taking a last draw on his beer, he grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the exit. As they stepped onto the wooden porch that ran along the front, he sucked in a lungful of crisp night air. “God, it’s good to get out of there. The noise and smoke were getting to me.”
“I feel like a sixteen-year-old running off to make out.”
“Is that what we’re going to do?” he asked hopefully.
His “date” giggled. “Oh, if you’re lucky.”
“We’ll see about that.”
Outside was quiet, the thump-thump of the country music muffled, thank Christ. There were no bar patrons hanging around, just the normal trickle of one or two coming and going at a time. Aric led her to the corner of the building opposite the parking lot, the side that faced the trees, and pulled her into the darkness, out of sight. Opening his wolf’s senses, he inhaled deeply. There were no smells other than the normal ones, earth and foliage and the regular nocturnal animals.
“What are you doing?”
“Making sure we don’t get surprised this time.” Pushing her back against the side of the building, he grinned and cupped her face. “I don’t plan on being interrupted.”
Before she could voice a protest, he crushed his mouth to hers. Licked inside to play with her tongue, loving her sweetness. Tequila and something else potent that was all Rowan. Skimming his palms south, he found the edge of her red crop top and journeyed underneath, finding the lush twin mounds he’d been dying to squeeze all day.
She moaned, arching into his touch, giving him permission to keep going. Her bra was some lacy thing, sort of sheer, and he had fun plucking her nipples through the material, teasing them to taut peaks. Then his fingers found the button of her jeans, making short work of that and the zipper.
His hand slipped inside her panties, sought her silky curls. Brushed through them to find that warm place between her thighs and rub her clit, spreading the moisture.
“Aric…” Her voice was breathy. Growing more excited.
“Let’s get these jeans out of the way so I can make you feel really good, baby.” Grabbing the waistband, he shucked them down along with her panties, leaving them at her calves. Then he spun her to face the building. “Hands on the wall, spread your feet out more.”
“Aric, we could get arrested for indecent exposure,” she breathed. But she assumed the position.
“Nick will bail us out.” Smoothing his palms over her hips and the round globes of her plump ass, he licked his lips. “Spread a little more. There’s a good girl. Tell me what you want, honey.”
“I—I want you to fuck me.” She poked her ass back, inviting him.