the innocent way all adolescents did over their crushes. When she’d reached high school and puberty, all innocence was lost and she fantasized nonstop about him. Cyn had gone on numerous dates during those years, even had a few steady boyfriends…and she’d compared them all to Shane. When they kissed her, rather than Cyn’s focus being on them, she’d wonder what Shane kissed like—what his lips would feel like or how his hands would feel on her body.
Looking back on it now, it was a pretty shitty way to be, but what the hell did she know? She’d been young and foolish, plus a tad obsessed with Shane, to say the least. And he’d never ever, not even once, looked at her as anything other than a kid. Sure, he used to tug on her ponytail or tease her, but her brothers did that same stuff too. Thinking about it, she supposed he could’ve been flirting with her, in that odd way kids flirted. There certainly was one way to figure that out for sure.
Cyn moved off the dance floor, claiming she needed a drink, and walked in his direction. She sure knew what he kissed like now. Definitely knew how his lips felt, and his hands. She knew pretty much what every inch of Shane Conlon felt like. And, considering she was rocking a decent buzz from the champagne, she wanted to feel him again.
She stepped up to Jimmy and nudged his hip with hers. “Whatcha doing, boys?”
“Coming to chaperone us, like always?” Jimmy grinned at her. “You want a shot, Cyn?”
“Definitely not . And definitely yes .”
“Huh?” one of Ryan’s friends asked.
“That’s just ‘Cyn speak’. Hang around long enough and you’ll pick up on it.” Jimmy held out a shot glass filled with what Cyn assumed was whiskey.
“Hanging around wouldn’t be a hardship by any stretch.” The guy raised both brows and gave her an appraising smile.
A small grin tugged at the corners of her mouth and then she downed the shot in one swallow. Was this dude really gonna try and throw some game her way? She didn’t even know his name. Cyn leaned between the men, flipped the glass over and set it on the bar top, not missing the glare Shane was directing at Ryan’s friend. Oh boy. Wrong place, wrong time, but…damn if seeing him get the slightest bit jealous didn’t make her go all soft inside as a tingle rose between her thighs. No denying it, the possessiveness of it turned her on, in a major way.
However, she needed to put a stop to things now before booze started talking and an all-out Irish brawl began. Cyn crossed her arms and stared at Shane. He still had his eyes trained on the guy, and if looks could kill…yeah. She rolled her eyes. Hello, testosterone anyone?
“Come on now, boys,” Joey said.
Jimmy let out a devious chuckle. Cyn cleared her throat. Shane either didn’t hear her, or was ignoring her, still mad-dogging Ryan’s friend.
At that point—Phil? Frank? Whatever the fuck his name was—realized Shane was locked on him. “Hey, whoa. What’d I say?”
“How about them Dodgers?” Cyn’s brother-in-law, Camden said.
“Ahem!” Cyn reached through the circle of testosterone and grabbed Shane by the arm. “’S’cuse us, boys.” She dragged Shane away toward the back hall where the bathrooms were.
“Shit, Cyn,” he called from behind her.
She glanced over her shoulder as she walked. “Shut it.”
“Hey now.”
Cyn stifled a giggle. She’d poked the alpha on purpose, wanting to keep him riled up, and it’d worked.
Shane’s skin itched from the flow of anger racing in his veins. Man, that fucking guy, looking at Cyn like he had a shot in hell of having a go at her. Screw him. Cyn was Shane’s woman. Even if she didn’t know it yet.
To make matters worse, Cyn had dragged him away from the group, like he was some kind of misbehaving child. To add a cherry on top of the shit sundae he was being forced to eat, she’d just told him to shut up. Not cool. Not even in the same building as cool. “Don’t tell me to
Looking back on it now, it was a pretty shitty way to be, but what the hell did she know? She’d been young and foolish, plus a tad obsessed with Shane, to say the least. And he’d never ever, not even once, looked at her as anything other than a kid. Sure, he used to tug on her ponytail or tease her, but her brothers did that same stuff too. Thinking about it, she supposed he could’ve been flirting with her, in that odd way kids flirted. There certainly was one way to figure that out for sure.
Cyn moved off the dance floor, claiming she needed a drink, and walked in his direction. She sure knew what he kissed like now. Definitely knew how his lips felt, and his hands. She knew pretty much what every inch of Shane Conlon felt like. And, considering she was rocking a decent buzz from the champagne, she wanted to feel him again.
She stepped up to Jimmy and nudged his hip with hers. “Whatcha doing, boys?”
“Coming to chaperone us, like always?” Jimmy grinned at her. “You want a shot, Cyn?”
“Definitely not . And definitely yes .”
“Huh?” one of Ryan’s friends asked.
“That’s just ‘Cyn speak’. Hang around long enough and you’ll pick up on it.” Jimmy held out a shot glass filled with what Cyn assumed was whiskey.
“Hanging around wouldn’t be a hardship by any stretch.” The guy raised both brows and gave her an appraising smile.
A small grin tugged at the corners of her mouth and then she downed the shot in one swallow. Was this dude really gonna try and throw some game her way? She didn’t even know his name. Cyn leaned between the men, flipped the glass over and set it on the bar top, not missing the glare Shane was directing at Ryan’s friend. Oh boy. Wrong place, wrong time, but…damn if seeing him get the slightest bit jealous didn’t make her go all soft inside as a tingle rose between her thighs. No denying it, the possessiveness of it turned her on, in a major way.
However, she needed to put a stop to things now before booze started talking and an all-out Irish brawl began. Cyn crossed her arms and stared at Shane. He still had his eyes trained on the guy, and if looks could kill…yeah. She rolled her eyes. Hello, testosterone anyone?
“Come on now, boys,” Joey said.
Jimmy let out a devious chuckle. Cyn cleared her throat. Shane either didn’t hear her, or was ignoring her, still mad-dogging Ryan’s friend.
At that point—Phil? Frank? Whatever the fuck his name was—realized Shane was locked on him. “Hey, whoa. What’d I say?”
“How about them Dodgers?” Cyn’s brother-in-law, Camden said.
“Ahem!” Cyn reached through the circle of testosterone and grabbed Shane by the arm. “’S’cuse us, boys.” She dragged Shane away toward the back hall where the bathrooms were.
“Shit, Cyn,” he called from behind her.
She glanced over her shoulder as she walked. “Shut it.”
“Hey now.”
Cyn stifled a giggle. She’d poked the alpha on purpose, wanting to keep him riled up, and it’d worked.
Shane’s skin itched from the flow of anger racing in his veins. Man, that fucking guy, looking at Cyn like he had a shot in hell of having a go at her. Screw him. Cyn was Shane’s woman. Even if she didn’t know it yet.
To make matters worse, Cyn had dragged him away from the group, like he was some kind of misbehaving child. To add a cherry on top of the shit sundae he was being forced to eat, she’d just told him to shut up. Not cool. Not even in the same building as cool. “Don’t tell me to
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