Page 14 of Mr. Irrelevant (Rock City Renegades #1)

I’m pulled from the fog of my dirty fantasy when a guy steps up behind her, leaving almost no space between them as he begins matching her rhythm.

He leans down, startling her and making her go rigid as he says something into her ear.

She gives him a smile that’s clearly fake, and even from here, I can see the subtle shake of her head that tells him she’s not interested.

I say a silent prayer that he takes the hint and leaves her alone, but when he answers by putting his hands on her hips, I see red .

Without another thought, I set my beer on the nearest table and rush down the stairs toward the dance floor.

Thankfully, the single brain cell that isn’t telling me to kill the piece of shit reminds me that I’m in public, so I pull my hood up over my head to conceal my identity.

I should be more concerned about being spotted anywhere near Livvy, but right now, I can’t think of anything other than making sure she’s safe.

I weave through the throng of unsuspecting strangers, doing my best to keep my head down, although it’s dark enough that I doubt anyone would notice me anyway.

My heart pounds in my chest as I get closer to where I spotted them, until finally, they come into view.

The stupid motherfucker still hasn’t gotten the message, continuing to dance behind her as she attempts to create some space between them so she can enjoy herself without being touched.

As soon as I’m close enough, I reach out, grab her by the hand, and pull her into my body.

Her head cranes up, her eyes connecting with mine and going wide with surprise as recognition sets in.

I give her a reassuring nod, holding her like she belongs to me as I shoot daggers over her shoulder.

Thankfully, Captain Dickbag immediately backs away, disappearing into the crowd as soon as he sees that she’s taken by someone much bigger than him.

That’s right, bitch. She’s not for you.

Bringing my attention back to Livvy, I nearly stop breathing when I see the fire in her eyes.

It’s the same expression I saw playing back in the camera when I ran our hands up her bare skin, and it almost knocks me on my ass.

Because even though we’re surrounded by people right now, the lustful stare is just for me.

My cock begins to thicken behind my zipper, and I know if I don’t turn and walk away now, I’ll stay here holding onto her like I have a right to do it.

I reach up, cradling her face in my palm and ghosting my thumb along her cheek before taking a single step back.

But she darts her hand out, gripping the front of my black hoodie and pulling me toward her again so our bodies are pressed tightly to one another.

My eyes are the size of saucers as I stand there, completely unable to break the trance she has me under, until she spins around and starts grinding against me to the beat of the music.

Shit. This is bad. Like, Defcon 5-level bad .

But I can’t seem to stop myself from giving her what she so clearly wants.

We’ve been fighting the pull for a couple of weeks now, and while I know it can’t go further than this, the idea of leaving her here on the dance floor so some other asshole can touch her makes my blood run like lava through my veins.

So, I stay, ignoring every blaring alarm bell that’s going off in my head as I splay my hand across her abdomen and fall in sync with the sensual rhythm she’s setting.

Droplets of sweat bead on my forehead and neck, and I’m not sure if it’s from the heat of all the bodies in such close proximity—and the fact that I’m wearing a thick hoodie—or if it’s just her .

Not that it really matters either way, because I’d rather drop dead right in the middle of this club than let her go when she covers my hand with hers and slides it down past her navel.

“Fuck, Dimes,” I groan, thankful for the deafening music that’s bumping through the speakers.

I’m sure my voice is strained and desperate, which is exactly how I’d describe my dick right now with the way it’s leaking precum inside my boxer briefs.

I feel like a goddamn teenager, barely able to control myself while the hottest, coolest girl I’ve ever met dares me to touch her in ways that, if I did, would get us kicked out of here for sure.

She continues swaying her hips as she peers up at me over her shoulder, her eyes hooded with desire and burning into mine, which I’d be willing to bet are reflecting the exact same thing.

By sheer force of magnetism, I lean down, so close I can taste the sweetness of whatever she was drinking as her breath puffs against my lips.

I’ve never wanted to kiss a woman as badly as I do right now, and it only gets more intense as she snakes her hand inside my hood and grips onto my hair to keep me where I am.

It’s a battle of wills, both of us waiting for the other to give in and blow everything to bits with what I already know would be the most mind-altering kiss of my life.

And just as I’m about to lose the fight, closing the final few centimeters of space that separate us, a loud, feminine voice pulls me back to reality.

“I thought that was you!” Bailey screams, catching Livvy’s attention as we pull away from each other abruptly.

As soon as my eyes focus on my teammate’s girl, I dip my head, turning away enough so that, hopefully, she won’t recognize me.

I know we just talked upstairs, but I say a silent prayer that my generic outfit of a black hoodie and jeans didn’t make enough of an impression for her to remember.

“Hey!” Liv replies, leaning into Bailey to hear what she’s saying over the pulsing music that fills the air.

I use the moment as an opportunity to escape, disappearing into the crowd until I reach the stairs that lead back up to the VIP area.

I take them as fast as I can, blowing past my team without even a moment of acknowledgement before making my way to the elevator that leads to the enclosed garage where I parked my truck.

It isn’t until I’m locked inside that I exhale roughly, throwing my hood back and resting my elbows on the steering wheel before dropping my head into my hands.

“Holy shit,” I mumble, adrenaline still coursing through me at the thought of how close we just came to not only kissing, but getting caught while doing it.

I didn’t see Jett with Bailey, but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t close by.

He could’ve been getting drinks at the bar, watching his girl while she danced.

And I would’ve been busted with my hands all over the owner’s daughter—the same one I acted like I hadn’t met just minutes prior.

I need to get my shit together and be more careful, which won’t be easy because the more time I spend around Livvy Grant, the harder it is to control the desperate desire to show her how good it could be.