Free Nights Embrace (Others of Seattle) by Brandy L Rivers Page A

before Dina and Boyd could ruin our good time.”
    “Right,” she grumbled, her gaze dropping back to the floor as her hands dug into her pockets.
    Joey and everyone hung around the doors as Trevor and Roxy slipped out. She glanced back to see the huddle, and looked over at him with a raised brow. “Why does it seem like they are purposely running interference?”
    “They are. Trust me, Roxy. You don’t want to tangle with Dina and Boyd. Trouble is the only thing they bring. I wish to god they hadn’t followed us, but it seems to be a never ending cycle.” It was worse than that, but he didn’t have the words to explain.
    “I trust you,” she said softly, but he could scent her doubt.
    “For dinner, would you mind coming back to my place? I can cook.”
    A smile flirted across her mouth. “Your place? I can handle that. I only live a couple blocks from you. I’ll run home to change real fast.”
    “Unless you’re starving , I’ll park, then walk with you.”
    “Okay.”
     
    * * * *
     
    Boyd stared after Roxy like a bitch in heat. Of course his version of playing with her would result in bodily harm. He liked to hurt his prey, and that’s exactly what Trevor’s new little toy was.
    Dina watched as Trevor’s clan milled around the entrance, blocking Dina and Boyd’s path. By the time they made it out another exit, Trevor would have effectively disappeared.
    Shane glared at Boyd first, then Dina. “You do realize we won’t let you touch her. Trevor wants her, and it’s pretty damned obvious she’s feeling the same about him. We aren’t going let you ruin his chance at love.”
    “Oh, he doesn’t love her,” Dina spat, wishing she believed it. “He’ll use her, break her, and be done.”
    Joey growled, “He’s not the monster you pack of hounds are, no matter what you want to believe. The fact that he still stands with us should say something.”
    Boyd leaned forward and glared up into Joey ’s face. “Oh, I can’t wait to play with the little bitch. I want to watch her bleed.”
    Before the encounter could escalate, Dina wrapped her hand around Boyd ’s throat and shoved him to the ground. “You’ll shut your mouth,” she warned.
    He glared up at her. She knew he hated she was the stronger of the pair and could control him when he got out of hand, which was often the case.
     
    * * * *
     
    Jordan leaned against the bathroom stall as he stared at the woman across from him. He zipped up his jeans with a scowl. She looked drained, and he wasn’t even close to satisfied. He growled, slamming his hand against the metal stall wall.
    Her eyes rounded as she righted her clothes and ran from the bathroom. It didn ’t seem to matter how many times he came, he always needed more. Sliding down the wall he reached into his pocket to get to his stash. The cocaine would help for a little while. At least until he could stand to find another round.
    Roxy was the only one who dampened his need, and even she wasn’t enough for him in the end. It took her three years to catch him, but he had become reckless when he started drinking.
    His desire was more than an addiction. It was a need, a hunger, one that was never sated. He slammed his hand against his head before snorting his blow. His pulse raced as liquid fire shot through his system, dulling the need to fuck.
    Help, he desperately needed help to get himself straight, but without Roxy, he was lost. That piece of shit singer was going to sweep her off her feet and take her away before he could fix himself and win her back.
    His eyes burned as tears leaked down his face. Silent in his agony, he held his breath as his heart started to stabilize.
    Jordan needed Roxy. She was the only one who balanced him, and he wasn’t good enough for her. He needed to figure his shit out so he could be what she needed, but he didn’t know how.

     
    Chapter 8
     
     
    Trevor parked behind his building, and then escorted Roxy to her condo. The walk took them a couple