Chapter 21 Sawyer
Chapter twenty-one
Sawyer
I’m so thirsty. So sweaty. So hot and so needy.
But nothing could get me off this dance floor.
As long as I keep moving, my mind won’t wander. If I keep dancing, I get to revel in the numbness of forgetting.
Keira and I have worked the crowd together, dancing in big groups, then adding one or two people to our rhythm. No matter how far we stray, we keep gravitating toward each other.
She’s holding my hips again when she circles around to face me, pressing her sweat-soaked forehead into mine and giggling. “I have a secret,” she whispers, her lips so close I swear I feel them slick against mine for a second.
“Do you want to know it?”
I don’t. Not really. But I want her to keep distracting me.
Languidly, I nod.
“What will you give me in return?” she teases.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to say anything. She can take whatever she wants, as long as I get to keep dancing.
She drags her hands up my sides and around my back, then splays them over my shoulder blades, pulling me flush against her and working her leg between mine again.
“You feel so good, Sawyer. So soft. You look so hot in this outfit. Do you still have your piercings?”
I nod, and on cue, my nipples go stiff and brush against the fabric of my top, making me whimper.
“Good. I want to suck on them and bury myself between your gorgeous tits.”
I drop my head back, panting. My insides are warm and gooey, my desire mounting with every word out of Keira’s mouth. My hands move to my breasts of their own accord.
“That’s it.” She brings her lips to my ear, then trails wet, hot kisses down my neck. “Touch yourself for me. Show me how you like it so I know exactly what to do to this body tonight.”
Tonight?
My eyes fly open and I stagger back a step. All I want to do is dance. I can’t stop dancing.
Mirth and mischief dance in her eyes as she loops her arms around me once more. “That’s the secret, pretty girl. JD would love to play with both of us tonight.”
JD.
A shudder rolls through me. Ugh. I hate that guy.
I forgot he was here, honestly.
Keira releases me, and I turn, relieved, scanning the crowd around us. The room is absolutely packed, bodies crammed in tight. I smile again. Fuck, it feels so good to be here. To be dancing.
“Done.” Keira holds up her phone and smirks.
Done? I don’t know what she’s done. Nor do I really care.
I turn around, intent on finding a new dance partner. But before I even take a step, she’s clutching my hand and tugging me back hard enough to make me stumble.
“Come on, pretty girl,” she coaxes. “Now that I’ve got you all warmed up, it’s time to put on the real show.”
She spins me and moves me and grinds against me like it’s her job. I’m swept up in every motion, the sway of her hips and the trail of her hands inspiring liquid lust to flood my system.
We’re face to face, her arms draped over my shoulders, her hands linked behind my neck, when another person joins us.
A man, based on the size of the body pressing against my back.
He’s big. His hands are rough on my hips, calloused fingers digging into the exposed flesh of my midriff.
He’s hard, too. I feel it every time Keira rolls her hips against mine, forcing me to press my ass into him.
She leans over my shoulder, her warmth completely engulfing me, her head next to mine. Is she…
She’s kissing someone.
I twist and lock eyes with a man I’ve never liked, and sometimes even loathed.
JD.
He’s kissing my friend, but his eyes are open and fixated on me.
Creep.
The urge to squirm consumes me, like spiders scurrying up and down my arms, but I’m locked in tight, trapped between their bodies.
When Keira finally pulls away from her boyfriend, she’s breathless and panting. Wet lips instantly find my neck. “You’re going to let us fuck you, aren’t you?”
Yes.
No.
Fuck. I don’t know.
This is what I came for. Hooking up was the whole point of tonight.
But even through the haze of my high, I know I don’t want to hook up with Keira. And especially not with JD.
I open my mouth to protest, but I’m parched, and the words keep getting stuck in my throat.
“Shh,” she soothes. “It’s okay. We’re doing this because you want it. We’re going to make it so good for you, pretty girl.”
“She looks thirsty,” JD growls, the deep timbre of his words vibrating through me.
It feels good. Even though I wish it didn’t.
“Here.” He holds out an orange plastic cup.
Keira takes it and raises it to her mouth, but he grasps her wrist, stopping her. “That one’s for her.”
Eyes flashing, she brings the rim of the cup to my lips.
Lukewarm liquid trickles into my mouth. Desperate for hydration, I tip my head back, letting more of the liquid in and taking a few greedy gulps.
“Not too much,” JD hisses, batting the cup down.
I whimper at the loss, but I can’t get my arm to move to reach for it.
“We want her lucid enough to participate.”
I sigh. Looks like I have to take what I can get from here on out.
Warmth and weight coat my insides. My tongue feels tingly, my mind more numb than before.
Keira and JD both move in, their bodies pressed against me tight. It feels good to let go, so that’s what I do. I give in to it, loose like a ragdoll, moving where they put me.
Keira sucks on my neck again while large hands cup my breasts over my top.
“JD’s been making videos lately,” Keira confesses, her teeth tugging at my ear. “We have an official account and everything. Our fans are going to love seeing you unravel between us.”
Videos.
Videos?
Why is she talking about videos?
My heart lurches. Has she seen the video? The one of Mercer and me?
“Mercer.”
I whisper his name, knowing damn well no one can hear me.
As the unmistakable pressure of an erection grinds rhythmically against my ass, I let my head fall forward and close my eyes, wishing it was Mercer dancing behind me.
Large hands grip my thighs, tugging my skirt up, exposing more of my hot skin. The hands lock me in place, their strength and steadiness familiar in a way that makes me yearn for someone else entirely.
Noah.
If he was here, he’d hold me. If he was here, everything would be better.
Stubble scrapes my neck, sharp teeth finding my earlobe. I crane back in response, giving access without permission.
Tytus.
He takes and takes, but he gives so much in return. If this were him, I know he’d take care of me. Despite everything we’ve endured, I can always count on Ty.
I wish they were here. I wish this was them.
But it’s not. It never will be again.
Hands and lips, teeth and tongue. It’s all over for me.
I close my eyes and let my head loll back against JD’s chest as a single silent tear cascades down my face.