I was back there, with his hands under my skirt, and I couldn’t breathe or see; the fabric of the couch rough against my cheek.

“Baby,” the guy crooned in my ear. “Dance with me.”

“Baby,” Blaine had said, his breath heavy in my ear. “You can’t tell me you don’t want this.”

The garage shifted to a basement and back again. I tried to pull away, my heart beating so fast I was going to be sick. “Let me go.”

“Come on, it’s just a dance.” His hand was on my stomach, under my sweater. “You—”

“Let me go.” My breath caught in my throat as I struggled. “Let me go!”

There was a surprised shout and a squeal. Suddenly I was torn out of the drunk guy’s grip. I stumbled back, bumping into someone. Heart racing, I pushed my hair out of my face and lifted my head.

Oh my God.

Cam had the guy against the wall.

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

A small crowd had already circled Cam and the guy.  Some watching on in interest, others jeering on the fight.

Cam had pinned the guy with one hand shoved into his chest. He was right up in his face, his free hand curled into a fist at his side. “What the fuck, man? Do you have a fucking hearing problem?”

“I’m sorry,” the guy blubbered, hands raised at his sides. “We were just dancing. Didn’t mean any shit by it.”

“Cam.” My voice came out strangled, hoarse as I started forward.

Brit was beside me, capturing my arm. “Do not get involved, Avery.”

How could I not get involved? My stomach roiled and what little beer I had consumed rose in my throat.

Cam shoved the guy back into the wall again and then Jase was suddenly there, getting an arm around Cam’s waist, pulling him back. The guy slumped against the wall, eyes closed.

“You need to chill the fuck out,” Jase said.

Cam sidestepped his friend, eyes narrowed on the other guy. “Let me the fuck go, Jase.”

“Fuck no.” Jase got in-between them, putting his hands on Cam’s chest. “You don’t need this, remember? Getting into a fight is the last thing you fucking need right now. So back down.”

Something in what Jase had said seemed to reach Cam. He cast the guy against the wall one last promising look and then shrugged off Jase’s hands. Cam turned, thrusting his hand through his hair. Through the people standing between us, his gaze landed on me and Brit. He started forward, but Jase said something that made him stop. Out of nowhere, Ollie appeared, shoving a bottle of beer in Cam’s hands. Between the two of them, they ushered him back into the house. I started after them, but Brit hauled me into a corner, her wings bouncing as she turned to me. “What the hell happened?”