Was that not the answer he wanted me to say?

Does he think we’re dating?

We kissed, so maybe that does?

Face palm.

What the hell is wrong with me? Since when did I become such a worrier about guys?

“Hmm … interesting,” Benton says, rubbing his scruffy jawline.

I get the feeling that he gets off on the discomfort he’s creating.

“Can we go outside and get this exchange done so we can get home?” Jax asks Benton with a hint of annoyance in his tone

Benton lifts a shoulder. “Sure. I want to get back to the game, anyway.”

He pushes past us and out the “Do Not Enter” door. Jax turns to follow him, pulling me with him, and Hunter trails right behind us. No one says anything as we make our way back across the crowded bar, but it’s probably too noisy, anyway. What does happen, though, is Hunter places his hands on my waist and moves closer to me. My heart rate quickens like a fluttering hummingbird because, holy hell, I’m sandwiched between two guys. Then again, these guys shared their body heat with me at the same time, so maybe it shouldn’t be so weird.

Maybe I’m just weird for thinking it’s weird.

“Baby, I have a question,” Hunter whispers in my ear, his lips brushing across the flesh.

I nod, feeling a bit dazed as the weirdest shiver rolls through me. It’s the same sort of shiver that tickled across my skin when Jax kissed me.

“That guy over in the corner; do you know who he is?” he asks softly.

That wasn’t what I expected him to say, so it takes me a beat to process it. Then I scan the many people crammed in the space around us. “Which corner?”

“The right corner, back in the booth,” he says as he slides his fingers farther around my waist, making my shirt ride up a bit, his palms now in contact with my flesh. Not the scarred part of my flesh, either, but the speck of flesh right above the waistband of my shorts. No one has ever touched me there before, so I didn’t know until now how sensitive that area is, and yeah, I end up shivering.

Hunter notices, quickly moving his hand. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to touch you like that without your permission.”

“You’re fine,” I assure him, letting out a shaky breath. “That area is just … sensitive, and it kind of took me off guard.”

His breath falters against my ear. “Do you …? Do you want me to put my hand back?”

The sound of my heart suddenly becomes louder than the chatter and music filling up the room.

Do I? I’m not sure … or maybe I’m just too embarrassed to say the words aloud. Whatever the reason, I find myself nodding. “Yeah, I do,” I whisper so softly that I’m not sure if he heard me.

He must have, because he returns his hand to the spot, causing flutters to breathe to life in my tummy as the palm of his hand brushes across my flesh.