#10 Clubbing

Eilidh POV

That’s when I felt it, that prickling heat of being watched. I turned just enough to scan the crowd… and there he was.

Kieran. Leaning against the far wall, shirt sleeves rolled to his forearms, collar open, watching me like I was the only thing worth seeing. His gaze didn’t waver, didn’t slide away when I caught him staring. If anything, his smirk deepened, slow and deliberate, like he’d been expecting me here all along.

Cat caught the look and elbowed me. “Ohhh, here we go.”

Before I could answer, Kieran pushed off the wall and moved through the crowd with the ease of someone who knew people would make space for him. He didn’t say a word when he reached me, just slid a hand to my waist and started moving in time with the music, close enough that I could feel the heat of his body but not so close it felt like a trap.

“Ye look like trouble tonight, lass,” he murmured over the bass. I smirked. “And ye look like ye came here fer it.”

His laugh was low and rich. “Maybe I did.” We danced until the song ended, the heat between us humming like static. Then I stepped back, lifting my drink to my lips. “Don’t get too comfortable, Kieran.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he said, but the look in his eyes told me he was already planning his next move. Cat dragged me toward the bar for another round, and that’s when I saw him. Callum. Leaning against the counter, pint in hand, his gaze locked on me the second I looked his way. His expression wasn’t a smirk like Kieran’s, it was sharper, more intense, like he was reading every thought in my head and deciding which ones he liked best.

“Twins,” Cat whispered, grinning like Christmas had come early. “Ellie… they both came out tonight.” Callum didn’t make me wait. He pushed away from the bar and came straight to me, the crowd parting as if they knew better than to get in his way. “Evenin’, lass,” he said, his voice rougher than his brother’s, more dangerous. “Didn’t think I’d find ye in a place like this.”

“Aye, and yet here we are,” I replied, taking a slow sip of my drink. His eyes flicked toward the dance floor, where Kieran was still watching us, then back to me. “Looks like we’ve both got good timing.”

At that moment, I knew this night was about to get a hell of a lot more complicated. The bass was deep enough to rattle the floor, the lights flashing over sweat slick skin and swaying bodies. But the second Callum stopped in front of me, the chaos blurred at the edges.

Kieran was still on the dance floor, eyes on us like a hawk. Callum glanced his way, and instead of that possessive glare I’d been expecting, the two men exchanged the smallest of nods. Like a silent agreement. And then Kieran was there too, sliding in on my other side so I was bracketed between them. It didn’t feel like being trapped. It felt like being claimed. Kieran leaned down, his breath warm against my ear. “We were wonderin’ when ye’d make it tae our side o' town.”

Callum’s voice followed, lower, rougher. “We’re glad ye did.” I laughed softly, shaking my head. “Ye two always work in tandem like this?”

Kieran’s smirk deepened. “Only when it matters.”

They didn’t pull me into some frantic, showy dance. Instead, they moved with me, one in front, one behind, keeping the rhythm slow and deliberate, like they had all night to make their point. Callum’s hand brushed the curve of my hip, Kieran’s fingers skimmed down my arm, and the heat between the three of us coiled tighter with every beat. Cat caught my eye from the bar, mouthing holy shit before taking a very long drink.

“Ye look like ye’re enjoyin’ yerself, lass,” Callum said, his lips curling just enough for me to notice. “Aye,” I said without hesitation, “I am.” Kieran’s gaze burned into mine. “Good. Because we’ve nae intention of lettin’ anyone else enjoy yer company like this.”

There was no competition between them, no push to outdo the other. It was all focus, all heat, all… them. And the part of me that should have been cautious about the MacAllister name? She was drowned out entirely by the thump of the bass and the press of two dangerous men moving with me like we’d been made for it. When the song ended, neither of them stepped away right away. Callum finally spoke, his voice low enough to cut through the noise. “We’ll walk ye out when ye're ready.”

Kieran’s smirk returned. “And we’ll see ye again soon, lass. Count on it.” We stayed another half hour, enough to sweat out the last of my temper from earlier, enough to feel lighter than I had in days. But the second I told Cat it was time to go, the twins were there, like they’d been waiting for the signal.

Kieran fell in step on my right, Callum on my left, their presence a shield as we wove through the crowd. Cat trailed behind us, smirking into her phone like she was already drafting tomorrow’s “you won’t believe this” text to her friends. Outside, the night air was cool against my flushed skin, the thump of bass fading into the background. The twins didn’t rush off, they stayed close, that same easy coordination between them.

“Where’s yer driver?” Callum asked, scanning the street like he was assessing every person in it. “Jest there,” I said, nodding toward the sleek black Bentley idling at the curb. Kieran opened the door for me, his smirk softer now but still carrying that edge. “We’ll be seein’ ye again soon, lass.”

“Aye,” I said, meeting his gaze. “I’m startin’ tae believe that.”

Callum leaned a fraction closer, his eyes holding mine like a promise. “Believe it. We’re nae finished with ye, Eilidh MacLeod.” It wasn’t a threat. It was a vow.

I slid into the back seat beside Cat, the door shutting with a quiet thud. Through the tinted glass, I watched the two of them turn and disappear back into the night, together.

Cat gave me a look that was pure mischief. “Oh babe… you’re in so much trouble.” I smiled slow, settling back into the seat.

“Aye, love. But fer once… it’s the kind I want.”