“Uh-uh.” His serious tone stops my hand mid-stroke. He leans down and presses a finger to my lips. “No jokes about that. Not here. This is just us now.”

Z

I swear my legs still won’t work right. “You broke me, woman,” I tease Lilly as she gets dressed.

She grins over her shoulder.

“Come back here.”

“Are you planning to get dressed or do you want to show off your porn-sized dick to everyone tonight?”

I rub my hand over my face and try not to laugh. “Thanks for that. I’ll never live it down.”

She fake-pouts at me. “Oh, poor Z. The other boys are gonna make fun of you for having a big dick.”

“Get over here.” I grab her hand and yank her down on top of me.

My fingers tangle in her hair and I drag her down for a long kiss. She pulls away and stares down at me. “Come on. The club needs to see more of their president’s face tonight.”

“Their president needs his woman.”

“You just had me.”

“You think I’m an asshole because I’d rather be in here with you than out there running my club?”

“What? No. Christ, Z. You’re pretty much running the club twenty-four seven. Of course, you need time to yourself.”

I lean up and kiss her again. “Thank you.”

She sits up and trails kisses down my chest, over my abs, a little lower, then she stops and kneels next to my legs. “You’ll get more of that later.”

I groan and roll out of bed, snagging my jeans off the floor. She glides over to the closet and pokes through the few dresses and things she keeps stored here. “You planning to wear something else?”

She shrugs.

“Everyone will think we came down here to fuck.”

“Like they don’t already know.”

Maybe fifteen minutes later, we’re heading back to the party. It’s definitely gotten louder and rowdier since we left.

Murphy and Teller are over by the bar so I head to them first. Not before noticing Jigsaw and Suds tag-teaming an eager club girl over the pool table.

“Anyone ever actually use that thing for pool?” I ask as I approach the bar.

Hustler overhears my question and shrugs. “That table probably has more STDs than a truck-stop whore.”

“Lovely,” Lilly murmurs so low only I hear her.

I squeeze her hand and she squeezes back.

“You two look miserable.” I lift my chin at Teller, then Murphy. “Why not head home? Things are cool here.”

Murphy’s actually looking past me and I’m not sure he even heard my question. His jaw locks. “He’s such a fucking asshole.”

Teller follows his line of sight. “Are you joking? What, are you jealous?”

“Fuck no.” He shoves Teller. “Doesn’t mean I want him hurting any of the girls here, though.”

We all glance over to where Murphy’s focused.