Chapter 4
Present Day
I cringe at the tequila shot I choke down. The music blares in my ears.
“Everyone is staring at you,” Zay says.
I gave him that nickname when we were kids because he and Ezra kept calling me Vi, so I shortened their names—even though their names are short enough. I call Zayn ‘Zay’ and Ezra ‘Ez’.
He leans in and kisses my neck, making a shiver run down my spine. “I’m going to have to bend you over right here and show everyone that you’re taken.”
I giggle as he nibbles my neck and look around the club. There are a ton of guys here gazing intensely at every girl that walks by. They look like they're out for one thing: to get laid.
“Come dance with me.” Rya pulls me onto the dance floor, grinding her ass against me.
“Where’s Ez?” I shout over the music, swaying my hips to match hers.
She shrugs her shoulders and leans into my neck. “I don’t know. He got upset and walked away from me,” she says with the smell of tequila lingering on her breath.
I wonder if it’s because he’s over the party scene too. All weekend, we were dragged from club to club by Rya. Don’t get me wrong, it has been fun, but it’s still exhausting, and I’m going to feel it when I get home. So many people sent in orders while I was away.
I let all the worries slip away from me as the music pulls me deeper into the rhythm.
The beat pulses through the floor, making my feet and hips move with the tempo.
My body feels lighter, like the weight of everything else disappeared.
The vibration of the bass runs up my spine—a sensation that makes my heart race and my whole body come alive.
I glance over at Rya, and she’s lost in the same beat, her smile wide.
The effects of the alcohol swirl in my veins, making everything around me feel light and fun. The flashing lights pulse with the beat. Everyone dances, carefree. I’m sure it’s because of the effects of the alcohol running through their bodies.
Someone grabs my hips and pulls me to them. I look over my shoulders and find my husband Zayn grinding on my ass, his penis growing harder with each sway of my hips.
He leans into my neck. “Come with me,” he says, deep and low.
“I’ll be back,” I yell to Rya, looking around the crowd; I still can’t see Ez anywhere. “Where is Ez?” I ask. He grabs my hand and walks us out of the crowd.
“He was off drinking somewhere.”
He leads me into a small hallway, where the lights are low and dim. No one is around. The music becomes more distant the further we walk. “Where are we going?”
He says nothing and leads me further in.
He stops and looks around before pulling me into a small corner with curtains. He moves one curtain over, and a red velvet couch is in the corner of the room.
What the hell?
What is this place?
Before I can say another word, Zay is crashing his lips against mine. His kiss is desperate, filled with hunger, as if he’s been waiting for this moment for far too long. I can taste the lingering tequila on his lips with a tang of lime. He leads me to the armrest of the couch.
“I’ve been dying all night to get you out of this dress.” He groans.
His hands move to the back of my neck, pulling me closer, and he deepens our kiss. I melt into him, feeling the heat of his body press against mine. Every inch of my body responds to him, opening us up to what we’ve needed all night.
He breaks our kiss, and I pull my dress up to my hips, exposing my center.
He licks his lips as he gazes down at me.
His strong jaw reflects under the dim light, accentuating his warm skin tone.
His eyes, a deep shade of brown, hold more darkness as he gazes over me.
He puts his hand on my center, touching me the way he knows I like.
The buzz of alcohol makes everything feel more urgent, more heightened.
He steps closer to me, inserting his finger inside me and rubbing me.
I contract around his finger. “Oh God, Zay. Don’t stop.
” Him being spontaneous is making me more aroused than I ever thought I would be in this type of setting.
“Come for me.” He leans into me, brushing his lips around my neck. “I’ve wanted you all night.”
The sound of his belt clinks to my ears as he releases himself. I look down at him, stroking his cock, pulsing in his hand. His other hand is still thrusting my G spot. My wetness drips onto his hand, and he rubs his cock in it, getting himself more wet.
The sensation builds. Every nerve in my body tightens.
Each touch and movement burn inside me. My breath quickens and the heat spreads through my body, making me tremble at the buildup of my orgasm.
The rhythm of his finger picks up; my back arches until I can’t hold back any longer. My orgasm crashes over me.
He turns me around. I bend over the couch, spreading my ass for him.
His hand finds my wrists, clasping onto them, and the other holds onto my hip.
He presses inside me, making me gasp at how sensitive I am.
He slowly works his way in, filling me with his cock.
His thrusts become hard but intimate, knowing it’s us sharing this moment inside a club together.
My heart thumps against my chest as the alcohol settles in deeper.
His pace shifts slower. I look over my shoulder; his eyes have rolled back. His breath grows more shallow as the tension in his body builds and his muscles tighten. He pulls me closer as he releases himself inside me, his orgasm trembling his body.
Daylight fills the room from the cracks of the blinds. I squint as my eyes slowly open. I try to remember how the hell I got home, but nothing comes up. The night is a blur. The bed is empty and looks as if no one slept on the other side.
Where’s Zay?
I stumble my way out of the room. I find Rya curled up onto the couch with her dress clinging to her for dear life. It looks like she tried to take it off, but the dress won, and she gave up and passed out.
I walk closer and find Zay lying on the floor, right next to the couch.
My body jolts from the sound of someone clearing their voice. I pivot around quickly. I grab hold of my chest, startled to find Ez standing in the kitchen area of our suite. “You scared me,” I gasp.
“Sorry.” He takes a drink of his coffee. “Want some coffee?” he asks, raising his mug.
I groan at the pounding in my head. “Yes.” I slide onto the bar stool and rest my arms and head on the counter. He slides the coffee in front of me, the steam lingering in the air. “So, what happened?”
His green eyes widen with a gentle look.
His features have always carried a softness to them.
It matches his personality perfectly. He runs his hands against the stubbled hair growing from his jawline.
His olive skin tone glows against the daylight.
“You passed out at the club, so I took you home with me.”
My face crinkles, knowing it probably wasn’t a pleasant sight to see. “And them?” I ask, looking back at the two of them.
He raises his brows and shakes his head. “They didn’t want to leave. They were both plastered, and I couldn’t get them to come with me. So, I left.”
I huff. “I wonder what time they got in.”
“Who knows,” he says.
I take a drink of my coffee and stare out at the enormous windows overlooking the strip. Lights from the casinos are still flashing, as if no one has gone to sleep. I guess that’s why it’s called the city that never sleeps .