Brax Chapter 11
Her easy acceptance of my desire to perform the claiming bite, even though she wasn’t a wolf, filled me with elation and incited my desire to begin climbing again. I was still hard and her wet, but as we talked, our desire had lessened. Inside, Nightstalker was going crazy.
Do it! Bite her and make us complete. She’s ours. We can begin the rest of our lives. No one will doubt she belongs to us. If anyone tries to take her or touch her, we’ll tear them apart.
I agreed with him. Yes, we will. Cerys is ours, and we’ll spend the rest of our lives showing her she made the right decision.
I slowly pulled my hips back, then holding her gaze, I sank back inside of her. She moaned. I ramped her up by starting slow, then steadily becoming faster and hammering my cock deeper and harder. The bed rocked as the pace became almost punishing. The way she was crying out and begging me for more, I knew she loved it.
“Why haven’t you bit me?” she cried.
“Not yet. Just feel,” I said.
As we neared our orgasm, I withdrew from her, causing her to wail. I wasn’t gone long, only long enough to roll her onto her belly and then onto her knees. As I sank into her from behind, I picked up my pace. She was tightening around me. Her cum was coating her thighs and mine. I gritted my teeth to stop myself from coming.
I was worried I’d blow before her and ruin the moment, but then she clenched around me, threw back her head, and screamed my name. As she milked my cock, I felt the fire within me center in my lower belly and groin. Letting go, as I pumped her full of my cum, I licked the spot and then bit her. She whimpered. I sucked a small amount of her blood into me as my saliva invaded her wound. After I knew it was enough, I disconnected and licked lightly over it. My saliva would help numb the pain, stop the bleeding, and fix the scar so it would be permanent.
When we were done, we collapsed on the mattress and gasped for air. I rolled us so I was spooning her from behind. My cock was still inside of her, but I didn’t know for how long. It was shrinking. I kissed my mark. Both Nightstalker and I were proud to see it on her. No one could deny she was ours.
“You’re making rumbling sounds like you’re happy, Brax,” she whispered.
“That’s because we are. You have no idea how good it makes us feel to see our mark on you.”
“So Nightstalker is happy, too. Good. I swore I saw him in your eyes. It still takes me by surprise when I think about there being two of you in this body. And that you can hear his thoughts, and he can hear yours.”
“I bet it is. Since I’ve known nothing else, it doesn’t register. No regrets?”
I almost didn’t ask her. What if she said yes? There was nothing we could do about it.
My cock slipped free of her. She rolled over to face me. She had a tiny smile on her face. “No, I have no regrets. I know others will think we’re crazy for doing this if they knew, especially after such a short time together, but it feels right, Brax. I know I love you and that you love me. I want to spend my life with you, and knowing it’ll be centuries if we’re careful is unbelievable. Thank you,” she said before she sealed her mouth to mine.
We gave each other drugging kisses for a long time before I got her to join me in the bathroom for a soak in the tub. I caught her looking in the mirror at the bite. She wore a delighted smile. As we soaked, I kept placing tiny kisses and licks over it. After we were done, I dried us and then carried her back to bed, where we made love slowly this time. Our orgasms were no less gratifying than the ones before. I know that when we fell asleep afterward, I was smiling.
Cerys and I spent Saturday exploring Temecula. Our exploration included several other wineries, Old Town, and the casino. I discovered that even though she was originally from Las Vegas, Cerys had never gone to a casino to gamble. I was shocked when I asked her why. She had a simple explanation.
“While Dad and Mom have expendable cash, I would never ask them for money to be wasted on gambling. They made me feel bad growing up for asking for things I did need, such as clothes for school and books. When I graduated high school, I knew that my education would fall to me to cover outside of whatever I got in grants and scholarships. They would’ve paid for it if I’d majored in what they wanted me to, but never let me forget it. It wasn’t worth it. I worked and went to school. My money was for living and school, not to blow.”
The more I learned about her parents, the more I disliked them and wanted to meet them. I’d enjoy telling them off and letting them know that they had a fantastic daughter despite them. Twyla was indeed the only person to love and support her growing up.
After going to Old Town and some other wineries, we sat in the casino, playing slots for a while, and now we were back at the villa, taking a break before our evening out.
“Cerys, I can’t wait to meet your parents,”
She gave me a disbelieving look. “Why would you want to meet them?”
“Because I want to look them in the eyes and tell them what terrible people they are and how great you are despite them.”
She laughed. “I’d love to see their faces. The only ones who ever told them off were Twyla and Heron. But if I have anything to do with it, you’ll never have to meet them. I don’t visit them, and they sure don’t visit me. Let me ask you. What were your parents like? It must be strange to live for so long.”
“It is strange and, early on, rather heartbreaking. You watch those who aren’t like you age and die. Even though we try to stay insulated from humans, it’s not possible, and over the decades, I have made friends with many of them. When that happens, we’d have to be careful and make sure to move once it began to become noticeable that we weren’t aging. I’ve been fortunate not to do that with the guys. As for my parents, I was an only child. They were born after the Black Death. As wolves, they remained unmated and were lucky to find each other. They were two hundred when they had me. They wanted more kids, but they were never able to have more. Fertility seems to be an issue for many. Either they can’t get pregnant, or they have miscarriages.”
“Wait. I just caught what you said. Are they still alive?” she asked excitedly.
I laughed. “Yes, they are. I was the one who originally immigrated here. They preferred staying in Greece. I’ve tried numerous times to get them to leave and move here. They keep telling me they may consider it if I ever mate.”
“They’ll be disappointed,” she said sadly, looking down at her hands.
“Disappointed about what?”
“That you’ve taken a human as your mate. I can’t give you children. Most parents want grandchildren.”
I lifted her chin so she had to look at me. “Cerys, sure, if they could have grandchildren, Papákis and Mamá would love them. However, even if you were a wolf, there is no guarantee that we’d ever have any. Don’t worry. They’ll adore you. All they ever wanted was for me to be happy. I want you to wipe that from your head. Is Twyla going to be disappointed to have me as her grandson-in-law?”
She gasped. “No, of course not! You’ve seen how she is. Twyla already approves of and likes you. If we adopt, she’ll be even happier.”
“The same for mine. When we get home, I’ll call them and let them know I’ve found you. They can arrange a trip here. It would be easier than us getting time off work to go to them. Besides, they’re overdue for a trip to the States.”
“So they come to the States, just won’t live here?”
“Exactly. Now, no more stressing over parents. I want you to get dressed up. We’re going out for dinner and then dancing,” I told her.
Cerys squealed and clapped her hands in delight. A couple of weeks ago, she told me how much she enjoyed dancing but didn’t get to do it often. I made sure that on this trip, she would. The casino had several locations where you could have drinks and enjoy music. I was a guy who didn’t mind dancing. Not to brag, but I had a good rhythm, and it wasn’t only slow dancing that I liked. I hadn’t shared that with her. I wanted it to be a surprise. I had more of them before this weekend was over.
I left her to get ready. I knew she’d want to do something different with her hair and makeup. I thought she looked incredible as she was, but I knew women thought differently than men. I planned to wear dress slacks and shoes again and pair them with a different shirt. This time, it was a dark red. Instead of short sleeves, this one was a traditional dress shirt, and I’d roll up the sleeves. No jacket or tie was needed. Those weren’t necessary often, even if you went to a high-end place. If it were a black-tie affair, that would be different.
We’d taken a shower after returning earlier to wash the heat and sweat away, so I left the bathroom to her. I’d only need it for about ten minutes at the end. While she primped, we talked back and forth. She’d walk out from time to time to say something.
When it was time for her to dress, she shooed me into the bathroom to do my thing and warned me not to come out until she said she was ready. I kissed her and then grinned. She smacked my ass as I moved away.
“Hey, you do that, and we’re staying here,” I warned.
“Mister, you promised me food and dancing. If I don’t get those, I’ll eat your arm off, and I won’t have the energy for what else we might want to do when we come back here.” She smirked.
“Yes, ma’am, I’m going,” I told her before running into the bathroom and closing the door.
Her laughter made me chuckle. I cleaned up my whiskers, combed my hair, brushed my teeth, and spritzed on cologne. I had my deodorant and clothes on. While I was waiting, I checked the messages on my phone. Less than ten minutes after I entered, I heard her call out.
“Brax, it’s safe to come out.”
“Alright, ready or not,” I said before swinging the door open. I took two steps and froze.
Her dress last night was lovely. What she had on tonight was even better. Instantly, my cock lengthened, taking in the sight of the goddess standing before me. She’d curled her hair and fastened it on the top of her head, making me think of that sixties show about the genie. Her makeup was what I’d heard her refer to as night-time makeup last night. Her eyes and lips were darker. She had a pair of long dangling earrings and several thin bracelets on her wrists. Around her right upper arm was a metal cuff-like bracelet.
Her outfit, though, was incredibly sexy. It was a black jumpsuit. The upper half was strapless, and the neckline met and then plunged into a deep V between her tits. A wide corset-like belt cinched in her waist. On her feet, she wore a strappy pair of black heels. Her ripe curves had me panting. I growled and stalked toward her. She backed up, put her hands up, and shook her head.
“Brax, no, don’t you dare muss me up.”
“I’ll do more than muss you up, woman. Goddamn, do you want me walking around with a raging hard-on all night and having to kill men left, right, and center? Christ, it’s not a good thing for anyone to be killing people, but they especially frown on it when the guy is a cop,” I told her. I was still coming toward her.
“God, you’re good for my ego. You can touch me if you’re careful. And a small kiss is alright. This lipstick is smudge and transfer-proof.”
I thought I deserved a prize or something when I kissed her without sinking my hands into her hair. As I savored her mouth, I ran my hands down over her tits, pausing to squeeze them gently. From there, I eased my hands to her waist, then around to her ass, where I gripped both globes. When I let go of her, her eyes sparkled. I winked as I spanked her left ass cheek.
“Do you have panties underneath this thing?” I asked. I hadn’t felt anything, not even a thong like she wore last night.
“Wouldn’t you like to know? I’ll show you when we get back.”
I grumbled, but I stepped back. Cerys ran her eyes up and down me. “Oh my, you look lickable, Brax. I think I’ll be the one having to kill. The women of Temecula better beware. They might get away with looking, but I make no promises if any try to touch.”
“If you prefer to lick, I won’t say no.”
“Stop! Let’s get out of here before I give in. I’m hungry, and I do want to dance.”
“Then eating and dancing we’ll do. Come on,” I said. I held out my arm.
She grabbed her small purse and latched onto my arm. Walking outside, the hot, dry air hit us. It was early evening, but it was still at least ninety degrees. I’d started the truck remotely while I got ready, so when we got inside, it was blessedly cool. She sighed happily. The drive took us almost thirty minutes to get there. That was mainly due to traffic. It was congested with people running here and there. The traffic in most of California I didn’t miss. We didn’t deal with this in Needles.
After we parked, I escorted her inside and straight to the restaurant I’d made reservations for a week ago. Tonight, we were eating at their steakhouse. Last night at the winery, I was in a seafood mood. Tonight, a juicy steak was calling my name.
On the entire walk to the restaurant and inside it, heads turned to watch us. I knew I was the recipient of some of them, but the men checking her out made me want to bare my teeth at them.
I’ll show them teeth and my claws while I’m at it, Nightstalker growled.
Down boy. They know she’s ours. Check out her mark , I reminded him.
Even though I’d marked her last night, the bite wasn’t red or sore. Due to the healing factor in my saliva, it already appeared as if it was months old. Pride and possessiveness filled me as I stared at my claim. This reminder made my wolf settle down, and he hummed contentedly.
We only had to wait a few minutes before we were shown to our table. The lighting was dim, and the atmosphere was romantic. A bottle of champagne—something else I’d ordered when I made the reservation—was waiting for us on the table.
“What’s the occasion?” Cerys asked after the waiter poured us each some in a flute and promised to return for our orders.
“Just you and I out for the evening, that’s all. Tell me if you like it?”
We both took sips. She hummed in approval. I’d had it before, so I knew I liked it. We took our time perusing the menu and making our dinner choices while sipping our champagne. It was a great dinner. From start to finish, we enjoyed every bit of it. Whether we liked last night’s dessert or tonight’s best was a toss-up. Two hours later, after I paid the bill, we were up and heading to dance.
From my past visits, I knew which bars in the casino had the best music. Most of the time, it was provided by a DJ, although occasionally, you might get lucky, and they’d have a band. Tonight, there was a DJ. I found us a place to sit. Any later, and that might not be possible.
We were close to the open area where you could dance. At first, we sat back, talked, and enjoyed the music. We got into a debate about which music and artists were the best. While she loved all kinds of music, I was more of a rock ‘n roll and heavy metal lover. She added country and pop to the list.
After about half an hour, she broke. “I’ve got to dance. I’d ask you to join me, but I know. You’re a guy. Guys don’t dance.” Cerys pouted.
When she stood, I came to my feet. “That’s where you’re wrong, astéri mou . I agree. Most men don’t dance. If they do, they’ll only slow dance. However, your man does more than that. Try to keep up,” I teased, winking at her astonished expression.
I led her to the floor. Numerous women were dancing. When they saw us, they seemed surprised. Taking Cerys’ hand, I swung her around. As we let go, her astonishment turned to merriment. We laughed and tried to outdo each other with the dance moves. Several people around us called out encouragement and clapped.
We were having a blast. It wasn’t until we needed a rest and something cool to drink that we took a break. Our table had been taken, and it was no surprise with the size of the crowd. I was glancing around to see if there was somewhere else we could sit when a couple of the women from the dance floor came up to us.
“You’re both great. It’s so nice to see a guy dance and enjoy it. You’ve obviously done it together a lot,” the older one said. I’d place her in her mid-thirties. Her friend was a few years younger.
“He’s great, isn’t he? Although this is the first time we’ve danced. He didn’t tell me he could until I said I was going to the dance floor,” Cerys admitted.
“Really? Wow. It looked like you’d done it a ton of times together. Hey, we saw you lost your table. You can join us if you’d like. We have a couple of empty seats. Two of our party had to leave. I’m Letty,” the older one said.
“I’m Kristen,” the other one added.
“I’m Brax, and this is Cerys. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m fine with sitting with you if you’re okay with it, astéri mou ,” I told Cerys.
“Sure, I don’t mind. Thank you.”
As we followed them to their table, Kristen asked, “What was that he called you? It sounded so pretty. What language is that?”
“It’s Greek, and I called her my star.”
“Ah, that’s so sweet. Where can I find a guy like yours? I need one who not only dances but says sweet things, gives me a great nickname, and who doesn’t see anyone but me,” Letty said.
I was about to comment but didn’t because we’d reached their table. Two couples were sitting there. The guys appeared bored, and the women were frowning like they were upset. I recalled they’d been on the dance floor earlier and then left.
“Hey, we brought new friends. Everyone, say hello to Brax and Cerys. They have such great names, don’t they? This is Jack and Heidi, and this is Brady and Amy. We all work together,” Letty explained after making the introductions.
I shook hands with the men, although they were less than enthusiastic. The women I smiled and exchanged nods with. Cerys said hello and smiled at all of them. Before the women could sit, I pulled out Cerys’ chair. This move gained comments.
“Oh my God, he pulls out chairs too! Cerys, if you tell me he opens doors for you, I may have to steal him,” Letty teased.
“He does, but be warned. If you try to take him, I won’t be responsible for what I do to you,” Cerys cautioned her. She did it sweetly but with a bite to her voice.
“Hey, I don’t blame you, but he’s safe, I swear. You said this is the first time you’ve danced together. Do you live close by?” Letty asked.
“I used to come here when I lived in San Bernardino, but that was a while ago,” I informed them.
“This is my first time at the casino and only my second time in Temecula. The last time was when I was a kid. We live in Needles,” Cerys shared.
“Needles. Who would want to live in that hellhole?” Jack asked somewhat snidely.
It wasn’t the first time, nor would it be the last, that someone looked down on where we lived. Needles wasn’t for everyone but was perfect for me, my friends, and Cerys, so I was happy. We didn’t need any more assholes or troublemakers living or visiting Needles.
Kristen was the one to respond to Jack’s shitty comment. “Jack, that’s mean. Just because you don’t enjoy small, quiet places doesn’t mean the rest of the world doesn’t. Not everyone can live in a crowded city. I’d love to live somewhere less crowded and more laid back.”
Jack sneered, and Brady rolled his eyes. Their women didn’t say anything, although they looked like they wanted to. I wondered what was up with that.
“I’m not sure if I’d like it, but I’d be willing to find out,” Letty added.
So far, I liked Kristen and Letty. The men had already put my teeth on edge, and Heidi and Amy hadn’t said or done anything to help me form an opinion of them. Not that it mattered. We were sharing a table, not trying to become lifelong friends.
A waitress came by at that moment. After conferring with Cerys, I placed an order for both of us. The rest of the table requested more drinks. Based on the scent coming off the two men, they’d had enough to drink, but I wasn’t their keeper. It was more than the smell of alcohol. It was similar to pheromones I could scent. Nightstalker’s enhanced olfactory abilities helped me to know a lot of things. It came in handy on the job. I prayed they had a designated driver and wouldn’t drive drunk.
As we waited for our drinks, which, as busy as it was, might take a while, I turned the conversation to what everyone did for work.
“So, you said you all work together, Letty. May I ask what you do?” I asked.
“Sure. We’re all executive headhunters,” she said.
“What does an executive headhunter do?” Cerys asked. I was familiar with them, but let them explain. I saw Brady and Jack exchange smug looks—condescending pricks.
“It means we get big bucks to find high-level executives for companies. Executives are the decision-makers in a company, like a CEO, CFO, etc. Do you know what those are?” Brady asked nastily. His tone implied he thought Cerys was stupid. Ire shot through me. I was about to say something when Cerys spoke.
“Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. No need to be rude, Brady. So, let me ask you this. Did you go to college for this? And if you did, what kind of degree does that take?” she asked calmly.
Brady’s face flushed. It was Kristen who answered. She shot a nervous look at the guys. “It’s not exactly a degree you get. In our case, I went to college, and so did Letty. We majored in communications and marketing but left after two years to work. We lucked out. Jack and Brady’s dads own the company we work for. They got us jobs. We all went to the same high school. These four went to work there after a year off after high school, so they didn’t get a chance to go to college.”
“Oh, wow, so you are lucky. I mean, who knows what you’d be doing if your dads didn’t believe in nepotism? Most people aren’t fortunate enough to not have to get an education or to struggle to make ends meet. You must work extra hard to show how appreciative you are. I wouldn’t know what to do if I hadn’t had to work and go to college for my degree. And I’m still working hard to advance myself,” she said sweetly.
Jack and Brady both stiffened. The four women exchanged worried glances. The vibe I was getting, which was growing, was that the two men weren’t pleasant to their so-called friends and girlfriends. I didn’t get why the ladies were wasting their time on them, except maybe fearing for their jobs.
“Here come our drinks,” Heidi said. They were the first words out of her.
I had my money out. I tipped the waitress well for ours. I noticed the guys didn’t bother, although Kristen and Letty did. After our waitress walked off, Brady replied to Cerys’ previous observation.
“We work hard. We’re the best in the business. What do you do? Let me guess, you got a useless college degree like these two were trying for and work as a receptionist,” he said as he smirked. Jack nodded and grinned back at him.
I’d had enough. They were ruining our good mood. Having a seat wasn’t worth the toxicity. I wouldn’t have minded getting to know Kristen and Letty better, but not with these two around.
“Cerys, I think it’s time we go. Thanks for the seat.” I stood and pulled Cerys’ chair away from the table. She stood. I saw dismay on the two friendly women’s faces. I couldn’t stop myself.
“Hey, if you want to talk more, join us. You’d make more friends if you stopped hanging with these two, but I guess they hold your job over your heads, don’t they? It’s the only way they have pseudo-friends and girlfriends. The non-obnoxious section is over there.” I pointed to where I’d spotted an empty table that had just opened up.
All four women gasped while the two guys hissed in displeasure. Before they could say anything, I took Cerys’ hand and walked off. We were lucky and made it to the table before anyone else did. After we got seated, she spoke up.
“Thank you, honey.”
“For what?”
“Getting us out of there before I planted my fist in those guys’ faces. Can you believe them? They were toxic. And their poor girlfriends. It would be better to be alone than with someone like them. Is having a boyfriend and job so important you put up with being treated like shit. Brady and Jack think everyone is beneath them. Arrogant fuckheads,” she grumbled.
I burst out laughing. “They were. But I didn’t leave to stop you. I was about to crack heads together to see if it did any good.”
She chuckled. We finished our drinks and then went back to the dance floor. I slyly watched the table where we left the six headhunters. The guys were scowling and furiously talking back and forth. Their dates appeared alarmed. As for Kristen and Letty, I caught them casting worried glances our way. I could feel their desire to dance and talk to us, but fear held them back. I seethed with the unfairness of it. Those poor women deserved better, but that would remain their fate until they stood up for themselves. As much as I might want to do something about it, it was up to them.
Cerys and I danced several regular songs and then a slow one before we decided to take another rest. We barely sat at our table, which surprisingly wasn’t taken, when Nightstalker alerted me to trouble. I scanned the area. My eyes landed on Brady and Jack. They were stalking toward us with mutinous glowers on their faces. Great.
“Watch out, assholes incoming,” I muttered to Cerys. One thing about my woman I adored was that she wasn’t slow. She didn’t ask questions. Instead, she scanned like I had. I knew the second she spotted them. She sighed.
“Assholes detected. What do you want to do?” she asked.
“Just wait and see what they do. I’d prefer not to fight in here, but if it’s inevitable, they must start it.”
“Got it,” was all she could say before they stood across the table from us. I gave them a bored, unconcerned glance. When I said nothing, Jack popped off.
“What? Cat got your tongue? You sure had something to say when you were at our table. Not so big now,” he sneered.
“Nope, I can speak fine. I just didn’t have anything to say. You two aren’t worth my time. If you don’t mind, we’re trying to have a good night. Putting up with belligerent children isn’t fun.”
Would my words incite them? Yeah, but that was on them, not me. I was a cop, but I was also a wolf. We enjoyed a good fight. The two sides of me had to fight each other at times. This was one of those. I decided to let my wolf have some fun if it came to it. Granted, I couldn’t shift and let him tear their asses up, but he’d still get satisfaction if there were a scuffle.
“Trying to act all big and bad to impress your woman?” Brady taunted.
“He doesn’t need to do anything to impress me. And he’s not acting big and bad. He is that and more. I suggest you move along, children,” Cerys said with a smile.
I heard Brady’s low rumble bubble up. I was leaning back in my chair, presenting the picture of being relaxed. But I was coiled to spring into action if either of them moved.
“The men are talking, sweetheart. You should be quiet,” Jack said.
My anger was about to erupt. I had to get them to start the altercation, and then I could go to town on them.
“The only man I hear talking is Brax. Little boys don’t count. You should be quiet and let your elders and betters speak,” she added.
I came to my feet when both men moved like they were coming around the table to our side. They hesitated when I stood there. I let them catch a glimpse of the beast inside of me.
“I wouldn’t move another step. Just go back to your table, and we’ll call it even. You don’t want to start anything with me, boys. It won’t turn out well for you.”
Should I have mentioned that I was a sheriff’s deputy? Maybe, but I was off duty until something truly popped off. Whether I told someone was at my discretion.
“Two against one, the odds are on our side,” Brady muttered as he took steps to bring himself facing me. Jack was two steps behind him. I had myself between them and Cerys. She’d stood up as well.
“Your funeral,” she quipped.
That was all it took. Brady swung at me while Jack tried to attack from the opposite side. There were looks of astonishment on their faces when I captured both their fists in my hands and squeezed them. I usually kept my shifter strength under control. This time, I let a portion out. They screamed in pain as I crushed the bones in their hands. I didn’t regret it. Besides, they didn’t need both hands to do their jobs. I bet they sat on their asses all day, and at most, they typed a little and were on the phone. I let go after holding them for a few seconds. They cradled their hands as they stared at me in shock.
“That’s just a taste of what you’ll get if you don’t walk away,” I told them.
“What are you?” Jack asked hoarsely.
Before I could say anything, two men walked up. I knew by their looks that they were security for the casino.
“Sir, what seems to be the problem?” the larger one asked me.
“Nothing that I can’t handle. I’m reaching into my pocket for my wallet,” I warned. They gave me a chin lift, so I reached back and got it out. When I flipped it open, they relaxed.
“Sorry about that, Deputy. We didn’t realize. Is there anything we can do for you?” the blond security guard asked.
“My girlfriend and I are trying to have fun, and these two seem determined to spoil it. Could you ensure they find the exit and don’t come back tonight?”
“Absolutely. It’ll be our pleasure. You two, come with us,” the bigger one, a dark-haired guy, said to Jack and Brady.
“It’s not our fault. He started it. There’s something wrong with this freak. He broke our hands,” Brady whined.
“You’re lucky that’s all he did. If he wanted, he could have you arrested. We saw the whole thing. You approached them and threw punches. He defended himself by stopping them,” guard two stated.
“H-he instigated us. He and his girlfriend ran their mouths,” Jack sputtered.
“We left their table earlier. Two of their companions invited us to sit with them. When we didn’t like their attitude, we moved. They followed us to this table after we left and danced for a while. I don’t need them arrested. I just want them out of our faces. However, if they persist, I will ask you to call the local police. Let them know a deputy sheriff is being harassed.”
The deputy sheriff part got Jack and Brady’s attention. They both paled. “W-we’re sorry. We didn’t know. But you can’t throw us out. We can’t leave our girlfriends and friends alone. They’re women. They need protection,” Jack said.
“There’s no need to worry. Brax and I will tell them what happened and make sure they get home alright, even if we have to drive them home ourselves,” Cerys assured them.
We watched as they sputtered and tried their hardest to stay, but the security guards weren’t having it. After they manhandled them off the main floor, I faced Cerys.
“Sorry for ruining our night.”
“You didn’t. I loved seeing them get kicked out, to be honest. Why don’t we find Letty and the others, tell them what happened, and then you and I can finish our night. I think at least one more drink and maybe a few more dances are in order. Don’t you?”
Taking her hand, I kissed it and winked. “I sure do.”
We found the women quickly. They were appalled and apologetic when we told them what had happened to the two men. I waved it off. We did warn them to get away from those men if possible. They would only continue to make them miserable and drag them down. I saw they were considering it. Our offer to see them home was declined. Kristen was sober and was their designated driver. They decided to call it a night after we spoke. Cerys and I got back to our evening.