Chapter 30 #2
It’s a short ride to the club. I’m excited to expend some of this anxious energy on the dance floor. The limo drops us off at the VIP entrance, and Flip keeps a protective hand on my lower back as he guides me inside, stopping briefly to show ID.
The bass vibrates through my soles and works its way up my spine as we walk down a black hall.
Flip keeps a hand on my waist as we climb the stairs to the roped-off area with table service.
We head to our table, where champagne chills in buckets, and Flip helps me out of my coat, his eyes darkening as he takes in my dress.
His lip curls and he pulls me closer. “You know, it’ll be tough to make this relationship work if I’m behind bars.”
I grin and tug on his tie. “You like my dress, then?”
“Claws out tonight, eh, kitten.”
I kiss his chin.
Rix passes me a glass of champagne and grabs my free hand. “Let’s dance!”
Flip shoots her a dirty look. “We just got here.”
“Find us when you miss us!” Dred kisses Connor on the cheek and spins out of his hold.
Hemi pats Dallas on the chest. “I’ll see you in a bit.”
We take the stairs down to the dance floor, weaving through bodies until we find a spot we like. I glance up and find Flip leaned against the railing a floor above, watching intently.
Rix follows my gaze. “My brother is intense about hockey and apparently you.”
“And KD and Tang,” Dred adds.
“Good & Plenty are up there, too.”
The girls laugh, and Hemi gives me a side hug. “Let the media do what they do and we’ll wait until they’ve calmed down. Everything will be fine, though.”
I nod, and for now I decide to believe her. I push it all aside and get lost in the music, letting the beat flow through me. I love the energy on the dance floor, the hot press of bodies, the freedom of movement.
“Why are they only coming up to me?” I ask after I brush off guy number three.
An arm slips around my waist and warm breath fans across my cheek. I’m about to throw an elbow until Flip’s deep voice rumbles in my ear. “Because you’re the only one not wearing an engagement or wedding ring.”
“Even that doesn’t always stop them,” Dred says as Connor moves in behind her and presses his lips to her bare shoulder. He follows with teeth, and her lips curve up in a slow, sensual smile. Those two are their own vibe. Tristan and Dallas join us, too.
I spot Quinn and Kellan where Flip was previously standing. I’m not sure when they got here, but they’re both being chatted up by women. Kellan seems interested, but Quinn keeps checking his phone.
Flip moves to stand in front of me, blocking out everyone but him.
He pulls me closer, and I link my fingers behind his neck, letting him set the rhythm.
“Having fun tormenting me?”
“You have some strong feelings about this dress.”
“I have strong feelings about everything when it comes to you.” He tips his head.
“It’s making me lightly homicidal every time a guy tries to shoot his shot with you.
” His fingers flex on my hip, sliding lower.
“If your goal was to get my attention, you succeeded.” He skims the hem of my dress, warm fingers on bare skin.
“Good. Yours is the only attention I care about.” I finger the hair at the nape of his neck.
He drops his head, lips ghosting the column of my throat.
“I love watching you on the dance floor.” He bites the edge of my jaw.
“The way you get lost in the music.” He kisses my cheek.
“All these eyes on you, and you’re too busy enjoying yourself to notice.
” His knee finds its way between my thighs. “So fucking sexy without even trying.”
I press up against him, my core aching as I swivel my hips. I want to get closer, lose myself in feeling good and chase away all the worries and fears that keep pricking at me.
He gazes down, eyes hooded, lips parted, a salacious half smile tipping the corner of his mouth. “You move like sex.”
I glance around. Most people are vibing, hips swaying, focused on the music or each other, but there’s a couple to the right, her back to his chest, his lips on her neck and their eyes on us.
Heat rushes through me, desire thick in my veins. “The end of the night feels so far away.” I rub against him, seeking friction.
“Do you need me to take the edge off?”
Everything below my waist clenches. “Right here, in the middle of the dance floor?”
“That’s bold.” His smile and the heat in his eyes tell me he likes where my head is.
He coaxed me through an orgasm over the phone.
I can ask him for what I want when he’s right in front of me.
“There are plenty of dark corners.” I glance around, looking for our friends, but we’ve migrated away from everyone.
Behind me to the right are a few tables lining a curved wall, filled with empty cups and couples making out.
To the left is a wide, round column. “Like over there.”
Flip’s smile turns downright lascivious. “What happens in dark corners, Tally?”
I bite the inside of my lip.
“Talk to me.” We’re still moving to the music, his thigh between mine, his hand on my hip, fingertips digging in a little. He brushes his lips over mine. “Tell me exactly what you want.”
My pussy throbs.
“Was it easier on the phone?” He pulls me tighter against him. “You can close your eyes and whisper in my ear if you want. But you have to ask. It’s what I need from you.”
I can feel him hard and thick against my stomach. He wants this just as much as I do. Maybe even more. I channel every damn ounce of Arwen I can. “I want you to tuck me away in that corner and fuck me with your fingers.”
His nostrils flare, and his lips curve up with pride and dark need. “What else do you want?”
“For you to make me cream all over your hand.”
“God, you’re fucking perfect.” He seals his mouth over mine, tongue pushing past my lips on a low groan.
I’m giddy with anticipation, the thrill of it making my body come alive.
And I don’t want to wait until the night is over.
I want his hands on me. I want him to want me with the same desperation that makes my legs weak and my core ache.
I don’t want to be a good girl who follows the rules.
I want dark corners and the high of getting away with something bad.
“Please, Phillip.”
“You’re going to lick my fingers clean after you come all over them.” His expression turns downright feral. “Say it, kitten. Repeat it back to me.”
“I’ll lick my cum off your fingers.”
He edges me back toward the column, knee between my thighs again. We dance, and his fingers trail unsteadily down my side, skimming the hem of my dress as he peppers kisses on my jaw, but doesn’t come back to my mouth.
He glances around, checking the bouncers who stand like statues around the VIP section, looking down on us. But they’re focused on the dance floor, not this quiet, shadowed corner. Flip moves me into the empty space, his huge body hiding me away.
He cups my cheek in his palm, and I swear I feel it shaking. “If it’s too much, or you don’t like it, tell me and I’ll stop.”
“It won’t be.”
“I mean it, Talls, if this is uncomfortable for you, or triggering in any way, you say the word, and I’ll take you back to the hotel and give you whatever you need.”
“I know.” I move his hand from my hip back to the hem of my dress. “I want this. I want you to touch me.”
He runs the back of his fingers along my thigh, and I whimper when they reach the hem of my dress and slide underneath.
“Is your pussy exactly like the rest of you, Tally?” His fingers skim my panties. “So fucking sweet and pretty.”
His mouth covers mine as he slips one finger under the satin, and he swallows a moan as he glides it over my clit. “But when nobody’s looking, you like to be bad, don’t you?”
I nod, and he sucks my bottom lip, fingers sweeping back and forth, the lightest caress.
“Please, Phillip.” I’m already desperate for the feel of his fingers on my hypersensitive skin.
“I’ll be so good to you.” The words seem heavier, like they’re weighted down with other emotions. “I’ll always take care of you.” He eases a finger inside me, and the sensation, coupled with his low groan, nearly makes my knees buckle. One curl sends a jolt of pleasure radiating through me.
“So soft.” He circles my clit with his thumb and rubs inside me again. “Tell me you’re mine,” he demands.
“I’m yours,” I whimper.
“Only my fingers will fuck you.” He adds another, stretching me. Like I asked him to. Like I wanted. “Only my mouth will suck this sweet little clit.” He rubs it with his thumb, circling and pumping, filling me, fucking me with his fingers like he promised.
The bass vibrates through the floor, the music so loud I strain to hear him. But he’s all I can see and feel. If he moved six inches to the right, someone could see us, catch us. The thrill of it pushes me closer to the edge.
He drops his head, eyes on mine, lips close but not touching as he growls, “And mine will be the only cock you ever fuck.”
Heat and want rush through me. I grip his arm as my hips jerk and my pussy clenches around his fingers. I moan his name, grateful for the pumping bass and heavy drumbeat that drown me out.
I sag against the column, my legs weak and my body singing. I want him to do that again and again, until I’m nothing but a slick puddle of desire.
Flip slowly withdraws his fingers. The insides of my thighs are wet. He holds his hand up, showing me his slick fingers. “I change my mind. I get to lick them clean this time.” He drags his tongue up his palm, then sucks each digit into his mouth, one by one, like he’s savoring a decadent dessert.
He gently grips my chin and kisses me deeply. Another surge of desire flares as I taste myself on his tongue. I wrap my arms around his neck, as much to steady myself as to keep him close. I stroke against his tongue, my desperate mewl almost lost in the bass.
Flip breaks the kiss, eyes hot with desire. “How you feel, kitten?”
I should feel sated, eased. But now that he’s put his hands on me, all I want is more. “Hungry.”
“I’m fucking starved for you.” He sucks my bottom lip. “I knew it would be like this with you.”
The swell of pride is undeniable. I want it to always be this way. For him to want me so completely.
He kisses the end of my nose. “Let’s get your coat.”
Flip practically carries me up the stairs, my legs are so wobbly. The oonsing of the music is always an issue for Dred, so she and Connor have already gone. Rix is tucked into Tristan’s side, and Dallas is draped over Hemi. Kellan is chatting up some woman, and Quinn is still on his phone.
Everyone but Quinn gives us an eyebrow lift as we arrive.
“What have you two been up to?” Rix asks with narrowed eyes.
“Dancing,” Flip replies evenly. “We’re heading back to the hotel.”
“Keep Tally safe, please,” Hemi orders.
“Always.” He helps me into my coat and keeps his arm around my waist as we leave the club.
Twenty minutes later, we’re back at the hotel and in the elevator on the way to our suite. Flip’s jaw ticks as the floors climb. His throat bobs with a nervous swallow and his hand shakes as he brushes my hair away from my face. “It feels good to finally have you to myself.”
I wrap my arms around his waist. “I can’t wait to spend the night with you.”
“I’ve waited so long for you.” He kisses my temple, then my cheek.
I’m the only woman he’s ever flown out to a game.
The only woman he’s publicly claimed as his.
I press my lips to the edge of his jaw.
He smiles down at me, eyes soft, hand trembling as he curves it around my nape.
I do this to him.
Phillip Madden longs for me the same way I long for him.