Between Us (The Renegade Saints #3) by Ella Fox Page B

that makes my heartbeat quadruple. This man and his smiles are going to melt me—and my underwear—into a puddle at some point.
    When he turns to Lana and says hello, I feel myself blushing. I forgot she was here. No man has ever made me forget my surroundings, ever.
    Gesturing to the bar, he says, “What are you two drinking? I’ll order for you.”
    Lana shakes her head and laughs as she gestures over her shoulder. “I’m going out into the wild, Mr. Rockstar. There isn’t even one sort-of lesbian in this VIP section.”
    Cole’s eyebrows shoot up as he looks over his shoulder and then back at Lana. “There are like forty people up here,” he says. “There’s no way your gaydar could have worked through them all that fast.”
    She chuckles as she taps her head. “This thing never fails me,” she says smugly. “I did, however, spot a bunch of good prospects out on the dance floor as we walked past. Take care of my bestie while I go find someone to dance with tonight.”
    I give her a dry look as she turns back to me. My best friend is a maniac. Stepping in, she gives me a kiss on the cheek. “See you on the dance floor, babydoll.”
    I roll my eyes as I nod and kiss her back. “Don’t forget, you’re my ride home,” I remind her.
    She shakes her head and laughs before leaning closer. “I would never! I’m just dancing tonight,” she assures me. “I’m not going home with anyone but you.”
    After Lana wanders away, Cole places his hand on my lower back and guides me toward the bar. “What’s your poison?”
    “Whiskey sour,” I answer.
    While Cole places the order, I turn and survey the room. I smile when I spot Lacey standing with her boyfriend. He’s got her plastered against him, her back to his front, with an arm wrapped around her possessively. They’re a cute couple, and I see why she gets a special smile on her face when she talks about him. It’s obvious they’re in love. She grins when she sees me, and I wave at her cheerfully.
    “Here you go,” Cole says as he hands me my drink.
    “It’s perfect,” I say after taking a sip. “There’s nothing worse than when there’s too much sour mix or too much whiskey.”
    The way he watches my mouth as I lick my lips makes me blush.
    “Come,” he says as he puts a hand at my back. “Let’s mingle.”
    We spend the next half hour or so moving around the room and talking to different people. Right now we’re sitting at a table, chatting with Lacey and her boyfriend Ben. Both whiskey sours I drank went down smooth and I’m having a great time. Cole’s arm is slung over the back of my chair and I’m feeling pretty good about being so close to him, especially since we’re about to head to the dance floor. Over Cole’s shoulder, I see Ian step up into the VIP area. Smiling, I wave him over. He nods and heads our way.
    “Hey,” he says as he drops down next to Cole at the last free seat at the table. “How’s it going tonight?”
    “Pretty good. This place is really nice. We’re going down to dance,” I say as I gesture around the table. “You should come!”
    Ian’s eyes dart right to Cole. They exchange a look before Ian nods.
    “Sure,” Ian says. “I’ll go grab a drink, make the rounds and then I’ll meet you guys on the dance floor.”
    We all stand and depart the table at the same time. Ian goes toward the bar while the four of us make our way to the dance floor. Cole stays at my side, as he has all night, keeping his hand on my back.
    Dancing with him is far more arousing than I’d have thought. He keeps the beat—that isn’t a surprise, all things considered—but also has great moves. I note that some people around us are noticing who Cole is, but he doesn’t seem to be bothered by it.
    We throw ourselves into dancing, only taking a break for Lacey and I each to grab another drink and do some fruity-flavored shot. Since Cole and Ben are both driving, they didn’t drink with us. I’m as loose as I’ve been