New Year’s Eve
New Year’s Eve
Amelie
The music pounds through the club, shaking the walls and my bones.
The lights swirl overhead, a dizzying mix of neon colours and strobes that leave trails in my vision.
Kalen is dancing like a man possessed in the middle of the floor, flailing his arms in ways that are more comedic than sexy, but it’s so purely him that I can’t help but laugh.
I don’t belong here tonight, not really. This isn’t my scene anymore – too loud, too crowded – but my boys insisted, dragging me out of the house with promises of fireworks and midnight kisses. It’s not quite midnight yet, and I’m already counting the seconds until we can leave.
Strong hands wrap around my waist from behind, yanking me back into a hard chest. I know who it is before he speaks.
“Thought you were going to run,” Onyx murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. His voice sends a shiver skittering down my spine, low and possessive. He’s always been able to read me like a book, always there to anchor me when I feel like bolting.
“I’m not running,” I whisper, leaning into his warmth. He smells like smoke and leather, a scent that’s entirely him, and it makes my knees weak.
“Good,” he growls, pulling me tighter against him. “Because you’re not going anywhere.”
His hands skim down my sides, fingers brushing the bare skin above the hem of my dress. I picked it because I wanted to feel sexy tonight, but now I’m regretting it. It’s too short, too tight, and the way his hands linger tells me he’s noticed.
“You’re driving me crazy,” he says, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.
“You’re the one touching me,” I shoot back, but my voice is breathless. I can feel his smirk against my skin.
“You love it.”
I don’t deny it.
The crowd presses around us, a sea of bodies that shields us from prying eyes. Onyx’s hands slide lower, finding the curve of my hips and pulling me against the unmistakable hardness in his jeans. I gasp, and he chuckles, low and sinful.
“Imagine this,” he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. “The clock strikes midnight. The lights go down. And I take you, right here, with everyone too drunk to notice.”
The image he paints sets my pulse racing, a heady mix of lust and fear.
“Onyx,” I hiss, trying to sound scolding, but it comes out as a moan.
His hands tighten on my hips, grinding me against him. “Say the word, Amelie. Say yes.”
I don’t get a chance to answer.
Kalen appears out of nowhere, throwing his arms around both of us with a gleeful laugh. “Group hug!”
I stiffen, but Onyx just growls under his breath, his grip on me unrelenting. Kalen seems oblivious to the tension crackling between us, his grin wide as he presses a sticky kiss to my cheek.
“You two look cozy,” Kalen teases, winking at me. “Care to share?”
Onyx glares at him, but I laugh, the spell between us broken. Kalen has that effect – chaos incarnate, always breaking rules and boundaries.
“Maybe next year,” I say, stepping out of Onyx’s hold. My legs are shaky, my body still thrumming with unfulfilled need, but I smile anyway.
Onyx catches my wrist, his grip firm but not forceful. “You’ll finish this with me later.”
It’s not a question. It’s a promise.
And God help me, I can’t wait.
The music shifts to a slower, sultry rhythm, and the crowd’s energy follows suit, bodies swaying in a more intimate dance. I take a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart, but Onyx’s promise lingers in my mind, making it impossible to focus on anything else.
Kalen, ever the social butterfly, grabs my hand and twirls me around, his laughter infectious. “Come on, Amelie! Let’s dance!” He pulls me into the throng, and I let him, grateful for the distraction. We move together, his exuberance a welcome contrast to the tension simmering between Onyx and me.
Tonight, Kalen’s exuberance is particularly palpable. He throws his arms around both Onyx and me, pulling us into a tight embrace.
“Another successful month!” he exclaims, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
I smile, remembering how this tradition began. “You know, when you first proposed monthly celebrations, none of us thought you’d stick with it.”
Kalen releases us, placing a hand over his heart in mock offense. “Oh, ye of little faith! I told you I’d make it happen.”
“And you have,” I acknowledge, my voice warm with pride. “Every month, without fail. I’m proud of you, Kalen.”
His grin widens, and he gives a playful bow. “Thank you, thank you. It’s all about perseverance and making memories with the people I care about.”
Onyx chuckles, clapping Kalen on the back. “Here’s to many more celebrations, then.”
“Absolutely,” Kalen agrees, linking his arms with ours. “Now, let’s find somewhere to continue this party!”
As the minutes tick closer to midnight, the anticipation in the club becomes palpable. The DJ’s voice booms over the speakers, announcing the countdown. Kalen spins me one last time before pulling me into a tight hug. “Happy almost New Year, Amelie,” he whispers, his tone unusually soft.
“Happy almost New Year, Kalen,” I reply, hugging him back. Over his shoulder, I catch Onyx’s gaze, his eyes dark and intense, promising things that make my stomach flip.
The countdown begins, and the crowd chants in unison. “Ten... nine... eight…” Kalen releases me, and I find myself being pulled into Slate’s embrace. He kisses me briefly and then spins me into Sawyer’s arms.
“Seven... six... five…” Sawyer steps forward, closing the distance between us, and crushing his lips to mine. “Four... three... two…”
“One! Happy New Year!” The club erupts in cheers, confetti raining down from the ceiling. Onyx cups my face in his hands, his touch gentle yet commanding, and captures my lips in a searing kiss. The world fades away, leaving only the two of us, lost in the heat of the moment.
When we finally break apart, breathless and dazed, he rests his forehead against mine. “Let’s get out of here,” he murmurs, his voice rough with desire.
I nod, unable to form words, and let him lead me through the crowd, Kalen’s knowing grin follows us as we all make our exit. The cold night air hits me like a splash of water, but Onyx’s hand in mine keeps me grounded, anticipation thrumming through my veins.
As fireworks burst overhead, painting the night sky with vibrant colors, we decide to continue the celebration in a more intimate setting.
Kalen, ever the planner, has arranged for a luxurious limousine to take us home.
The sleek vehicle awaits us at the curb, its polished exterior reflecting the city’s glittering lights.
Sliding into the limo’s opulent interior, I’m enveloped by the scent of leather and the subtle hint of my guys’ cologne. It’s lucky they all blend so well together.
The spacious cabin boasts plush seating, ambient lighting, and a state-of-the-art sound system softly playing our favorite tunes.
A skylight overhead offers a clear view of the night sky, where occasional fireworks still dazzle.
It never gets old to me, travelling in a limo.
The riches and power I have access to still astonishes me.
It’s such a far cry from my humble beginnings, and I’ll never take it for granted.
As the limo glides through the city streets, the atmosphere inside becomes charged with anticipation. Onyx sits beside me, his hand resting possessively on my thigh, Slate is on my other side, while Kalen and Sawyer occupy the seats across, their gazes fixed intently on me.
“You were the star of the night, Amelie,” Sawyer murmurs, his voice laced with admiration.
Kalen nods in agreement, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I think it’s time we show you just how much we appreciate you.”
Before I can respond, Onyx’s lips capture mine in a searing kiss, his hand sliding higher up my thigh. A soft moan escapes me as Slate joins his twin, their hands and lips beginning a sensual exploration of my body.
The limo’s tinted windows provide privacy, but the occasional burst of fireworks outside casts fleeting illuminations across our entwined forms. Through the skylight, I catch glimpses of the dazzling displays, each explosion mirroring the sensations building within me.
Surrounded by the men I trust and love, I surrender to the waves of pleasure they bestow upon me, each touch and caress synchronised to bring me to the peak of ecstasy.
The combination of their attention and the mesmerising fireworks creates a symphony of sensations, leaving me breathless and utterly fulfilled.
As the limo continues its journey home, the world outside fades away, leaving only the intimate cocoon we’ve created – a perfect blend of passion, trust, and the lingering magic of the night’s celebrations.