Only Mine (Honey Mountain #5)(71)

Every dude in the place had his eyes on her, and I wanted to start moving through the bar and beating the shit out of every last one of them. But I couldn’t fault them. She was gorgeous and confident and cool.

Her long, blonde hair fell around her shoulders, and her black leggings fit her like a second skin. Her blouse dipped low, and I wanted to demand she button it all the way up, but I knew that would probably make her unbutton another button if I tried to tell her what to do. I didn’t like all these guys staring at her.

Mine.

Where the fuck did that come from?

“Relax. She’s just got a way of getting the crowd into it. They used to offer her money to come in on Friday nights because everyone would be on their feet. She’s one of a kind, man.” Hugh sipped his bourbon.

The music started, and she immediately belted out, “You can’t touch this.”

And the place went crazy. She repeated the words over and over along with the music and moved across the stage as she did so. Sabine and her friends were on their feet whistling, and I let out a breath, knowing I wasn’t going to like all these eyes on her.

“That’s the problem, isn’t it?” I said, raising a brow at him and sipping my cocktail.

“You got nothing to worry about there. She’s as loyal as she is stubborn.” He barked out a laugh.

And then she walked down the steps off the stage, singing about the music hitting her, and then she sang out, “Oh my Lord. Thank you for blessing me.”

She continued rapping like she wrote the fucking song as she walked around the bar, no longer near the screen.

“Doesn’t she need to read the lyrics?” I leaned close to her cousin and asked, but my eyes never left her.

He laughed. “She’s done this enough that she’s got it down. Dilly gets things quickly. And she knows how to put on a show, that’s for sure.”

She marched toward us and started shaking her hips and singing her ass off and stopped in front of me. “Yo, I told you,” she sang. “You can’t touch this.”

The entire room roared and jumped to their feet as she turned her back to me and then bent all the way over, and my hands moved to her hips of their own volition. She glanced over her shoulder and smiled. “You can’t touch this.”

Then she started walking toward the center of the room again as she continued singing every last word, which she’d clearly memorized. She grabbed a chair at the empty table near the stage and then climbed right up onto it.

“What the fuck?” I hissed under my breath.

Hugh was on his feet, cheering her on.

She stood on the table and broke out in the chorus again before shouting, “Break it down.” The crowd sang along with her, and then she yelled again. “Stop. Hammer Time.”

The next thing I knew, she was saying, “Wave your hands in the air,” and then something about a bump, bump, bump and then you can’t touch this on repeat.

She stepped off the table and back onto the chair before stalking toward my sister, who joined right in, and they both turned around and bumped their asses together. I couldn’t help but laugh, all while scanning the room to make sure no one was going to do something stupid.

She moved back onstage, and the room went crazy as she belted out the last verse, and everyone sang together, “It’s ‘Hammer! Go, Hammer! MC Hammer! Yo, Hammer!’ And the rest can go and play!”

The noise was deafening, and I just stared in awe at the little minx up there, holding the attention of everyone in the room.

I couldn’t blame them.

I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to.

And I didn’t want to.

When the song ended, she walked off the stage, and everyone was standing and cheering as she stalked toward me, her gaze locked with mine. She didn’t pause or slow down; she was on a mission. One leg moved beside the chair where I was sitting, and the other moved to the opposite side so she was straddling me.

“You can touch this, big, bad Wolf.”

I tangled my fingers in her hair and tugged her mouth down to mine. I kissed her like there wasn’t a room full of people watching us.

Because I didn’t give a fuck.

I wanted everyone to know she was mine.

I didn’t know what it meant or how long it would last, but right now, I wanted her.

Needed her.

And I hadn’t felt that—ever.

Hugh clapped loudly beside us and whistled. “Damn. Very smooth, Dilly.”

She pulled back and studied me. “I don’t care who knows tonight.”

“I don’t either,” I said, my hands gripping her hips to keep her there.

“Uh, I don’t think anyone here doesn’t know you’re together. The cat’s out of the bag, kids,” Sabine said as she smiled down at us before clinking her glass with Hugh’s.

“What do you say we all get out of here?” I asked.

“I mean, the show’s over, right?” Dylan teased.

“Oh, it’s far from over, Minx,” I whispered against her ear.

Hugh rounded up my brother like he somehow knew I wouldn’t leave without him.

Sabine rolled her eyes when Seb followed us with two of the girls from the table, and we all made our way out to the street.

Elliott pulled up; he was Seb’s driver and he would take my brother and the two girls, but Sabine asked if she could ride with us instead. Obviously, whatever Seb had planned was not something she wanted to witness.