(Grant)
I tightened my arm around Stephanie's thighs. Her smooth, bare skin taunting me as my teeth ground together in frustration.
I was pissed.
"Grant! Put me down!" She gasped, her hands fisting the back of my shirt as she held on tightly.
"Oh sweetheart, you have no idea how much f*****g trouble you are in, do you?" I asked, seeing that small dress burning into my mind. The one that barely covered her ass.
"We were just dancing!" She rushed before letting out a small hiccup.
"And drinking." I grumbled, knowing this possessiveness was finally reaching red flag territory.
But there was no way in hell I was going to stand there and let all of those assholes eye f**k my future wife. Stephanie was oblivious to it. But even one of Jamie's guys was checking her out. I saw the way
