Chapter Fourteen
TILLIE
The music seeps into my soul while we head up the stairs to the VIP section of the bar as a bunch of girls scream for the guys. The thumping of the bass reverberates through me, making my eardrums hurt and my insides vibrate. I look at them while the guys wave and lap up the attention.
Entering the VIP lounge, Danger, Lunar, Ryan, and I head toward a booth while the others go straight for the bar. I slide in next to Ryan, and Lunar’s opposite us while Danger announces over the constant beat of the music that he’s going to get us some drinks.
Lunar looks at me and Ryan and smiles. “So… are you two okay?”
We look at each other and nod.
“Yes, we’re good,” I reply.
“Good, ’cause I like you two together. You’re great for each other.”
“Thanks, Lunar,” Ryan answers.
“Plus, Tillie liked you when you were tubby, so you know it must be real.”
I blush, and Ryan grins. “I’m not totally fit yet, Lunar.”
“No, you may not have rock-hard abs, but that beer gut has gone. And don’t think I haven’t noticed the hard work you’re doing on yourself, Ry. Your tummy’s flat, and your biceps are bulging. You’ll have a six-pack in no time.”
I clench my thighs together at the thought. I can’t say I have not noticed Ryan’s transforming body. He was hot before, but as each week passes, he’s toning, and his muscles appear to be bigger than ever.
“Cocktails for the ladies, whiskey for me, and soda water on the rocks for my man, Ry,” Danger says, placing the drinks in front of us. I smile, knowing Danger’s helping Ryan with his health kick. I know the doctor scared Ryan, so it’s good to see he has support and is taking this seriously.
“Thanks, babe,” Lunar calls out as Danger slides into the booth beside her.
“Let’s hope we don’t have a repeat performance in this VIP lounge as we did in the last one we visited.” Danger smirks.
Ryan chuckles, and I roll my eyes. “Yeah, I’d prefer to keep my nose in one piece, thanks. Although another round with Debt Money could get us on another talkback show. What do you think, Tillie?”
“I think we need to be on our best behavior. Thanks, boys.”
Ryan smirks while his hand moves under the table and shifts to my thigh. I risk a glance at him as the warmth from his hand radiates right up my leg and straight to my pussy. He seems to notice and squeezes a little, moving his hand even higher up my leg.
“Well, I, for one, don’t feel like cleaning any blood off either one of your gorgeous faces, so keep your tempers under control tonight, please,” Lunar says, but I can’t fricking concentrate.
Ryan’s hand on my thigh is doing crazy things to my mind.
I pick up my cocktail, taking a slow sip through the straw.
Ryan seems to notice and moves his hand up higher.
I squeeze my legs together tighter, not only to stop him from moving his hand between my legs in public but also to dull the ache in my throbbing clit.
My body is aching for Ryan, and my mind is conjuring up all sorts of indecent thoughts of his lips against my neck, nipping, kissing, and sucking.
My breath catches, then quickens as a bead of perspiration rolls down my temple.
As my skin prickles in goose bumps, the warmth from his hand radiates right through the depths of my soul, which is making every inch of me burn for him.
All I can think about is Ryan—every inch of him against every inch of me.
I gasp as his hand tightens further on my thigh, and I can’t help but wish his hands were gripping my ass as he drives into me against a wall.
As the scene plays out in my mind, everything throbs, and my heart rate spikes so fast I feel lightheaded, and my focus blurs.
“You okay, Tillie?” Danger asks.
I cough slightly as some of the cocktail I’m trying to sip becomes caught in my throat.
As Ryan’s pinky grazes the top of my leg where it meets my pussy, my voice is lost, so all I can do is nod.
I whimper slightly and suddenly stand, causing his hand to drop from my leg.
I quickly step out of the booth, taking a deep and settling breath.
“I’m… just… ah… going to the bathroom. Excuse me,” I say and turn before I can see Ryan’s face.
I’m not sure if it will be smug or hurt at me walking away, but I need air or a quick fuck.
Either way, I had to get out of that situation because something was going to give, and if I didn’t move, I was going to jump Ryan right in that booth.
My heels click harshly on the tiled floor as I rush into the bathroom.
The VIP room is relatively empty, so I take advantage of the quiet and run cold water up my arms, hoping to cool myself down.
I want to run it over my blushed face, but I don’t want to ruin my makeup.
Looking into the mirror, a slow smile spreads across my lips as thoughts of Ryan fill my mind—the way he makes me feel all sorts of wild, incredible things I can hardly put into words.
Taking a deep, cleansing breath, I turn off the water and walk over to grab a paper towel to dry my arms. Once finished, I step into the hall and the hairs on my arms stand on end, goose bumps littering my skin as electricity sizzles through the air. I can’t help the smile that crosses my face.
I know that buzz.
It’s how I feel whenever he is near.
Sure enough, when I look up, Ryan’s standing in the hall, and my smile widens as I close the distance between us. The hall is empty and dimly lit, giving it an edgy, intoxicating feel that adds to the energy swirling around us.
“You looked like you needed a hand,” he murmurs, reaching out, grabbing my waist, and pushing me back against the wall.
Not hard, but with enough force, I hit the wall with an “oomph” and gasp, biting my lip at his dominance.
He moves in, running his nose along my neck, his lips slowly teasing my skin, just the way I want.
The way I need.
My hands run up his back under his shirt, his muscles now feeling firm and taut as he presses his body against mine. “You’re just the man to help,” I murmur.
Ryan’s lips kiss along my jaw, making his way back up until he’s face-to-face with me. His eyes lock with mine, and his hips press against me, letting me feel the bulge forming in his pants. I love that I can do that so easily to him.
Licking my lips as the electricity sizzles around us, I run my hand up and into his hair, pulling him to me.
Our lips collide in a frenzied kiss. Lips, tongues, and teeth all fight for attention as our bodies grind together.
My legs instinctively part as he steps closer between them, grinding up into me, making us both moan into each other’s mouths while we frantically kiss against the wall.
I need him.
Every inch of him.
I don’t care where we are.
Letting go of my grip on his hair, I run my hands down Ryan’s chest and into the top of his jeans, grabbing hold of the denim. I pull on it and move our bodies along the wall back toward the bathroom I just came from.
He laughs but moves with me, seeming to understand what I’m suggesting. I’ve never done this before. I’ve always thought this kind of thing was only ever in cheesy romance novels and R-rated movies, but here I am like a wild, untamed beast about to have bathroom sex with my what? Boyfriend?
I don’t know what we are, and I’m not going to be thinking about that. There’s no point in putting a label on it. All I’m thinking about right now is his cock inside me as he pushes me through the door in a frenzy.
A muted gasp comes from inside the bathroom, but I don’t stop to see who it’s from as Ryan keeps pushing me backward toward a stall.
My back hits the door, the contact swinging it open.
I move in, and he closes the door behind us, fumbling with the lock as I frantically pull up my skirt.
All the while, our lips are still locked in a kissing frenzy.
Somehow, he manages to lock the door, and I push him back against it, breaking our kiss.
He chuckles, moving his hands to the hem of my skirt, helping me to lift it up and over my ass.
His fingers make quick work of my panties, looping his fingers in the sides and tearing them apart.
I gasp slightly, but I’m too excited to make a big deal of that minor indiscretion right now.
He’s beginning to make it a habit, and if it continues, I’m going to run out of lacey panties.
Ryan takes my lips with an intensity of need as his hands move from my naked waist to his pants, undoing his button and zipper with ease.
His jeans fall to his ankles, and I quickly move my hands to his boxer briefs, tugging them down, and they, too, fall.
His cock springs free as we both let out a wanting moan.
He pushes me against the stall wall, shuffling his feet along the floor as my back connects forcefully.
While chewing on my bottom lip, I feel the energy buzzing between us.
This is hot, and the palpable force is surging between us.
The chemistry is electrifying as Ryan’s hands grip onto my ass, and he hoists me up.
A slight squeal escapes me as my arms instantly wrap around his neck, and he leans me back against the wall hard.
He moves in, the tip of his naked head pressing at my entrance.
I don’t care about a condom right now. I need him.
All of him. So I tilt my hips forward slightly, and his head eases in just a fraction.
We both moan, and he leans in, trailing open-mouth kisses along my throat as he lunges his hips forward, thrusting inside me forcefully, filling me completely.
I let out an audible gasp as I feel him inside me entirely, bare for the first time.
He feels amazing, and I want it to be like this every time I am with him.
Ryan groans, his lips finally reaching mine, obviously feeling the same pleasure I am as he moves me up and down against the wall with each deliberate thrust.