Chapter Five
Damon
Tate looks up at me, my hand still stretched toward her. Big brown eyes full of fear look up at me from her seat, sending a wave of heat straight to my cock.
After a few moments of contemplating what she wants to do, she places her small hand in mine.
Not that I would’ve given her the choice. She’s coming with me, regardless. I’d never do anything she wouldn”t want, but that doesn”t mean I”m not dying to get away from all these people and talk to her somewhere quieter.
I pull her up, making my way towards the stairs, away from the crowd of people. I hear Ace and Roman hollering from back in their seats. A smile breaks over my face. Her hand feels so small in mine, and I never want to let her go. But before we get to the stairs, Becca comes into view. Her steps slow as she gets closer, drink in hand and eyes locked on Tate.
Before anyone can react, Becca trips on something and comes flying toward us. The liquid splashing all over Tate. Becca rights herself quickly, a menacing smile spreading over her face as she looks at Tate who is still standing behind me, but now is soaking wet. Her shirt is sticking to her skin like glue. “Oops,” is all Becca says but I don’t care to give her my attention.
Tate looks up at me, embarrassment clouding her eyes, but fuck that. Becca’s lame attempt at embarrassing her in front of me won’t work. It honestly turned me on more to see her all wet. “Let’s go get you out of those wet clothes, Angel.” I send her a wink and take her hand in mine. Becca begins to whine. Clearly upset her lame attempt to do whatever it was, didn’t work as she had hoped.
I can’t help but notice the way her fingers tremble slightly in mine. Her nervousness is palpable. ”Are you okay?” I look down at her as I sidestep Becca and we continue on our way. We make our way through the crowd of people that are gathered on the stairs before she answers me with a small nod and a smile.
Everyone moves out of my way when they see us coming.
Smart.
I pay no mind to all the idiotic people here in my house as we pass by all the bedroom doors. I stop once we reach the end of the hall and push my door open, her hand falls from mine. My arm extends to offer for her to enter first and her body barely brushes mine. And it feels like electricity shoots through me.
Fuck, I need this girl in every way possible.
I step through the threshold and close my door behind me. The music fades behind the wall that separates us from the raging party. Tate is standing there looking all out of place and nervous as I lean back against the door.
“Guess this is your first time playing this game?”
Her head whips to me. “Um. No. I’ve played before. It’s just been a while,” she says with a nervous smile that she tries to mask with a confident smirk. Her fingers play with the end of her wet shirt.
She’s full of shit.
“Come here, then.”
She instantly goes still, her eyes widening, but she quickly masks her face once again. “I—” she starts, but closes her mouth when she notices my raised eyebrow.
I watch her make her way over to where I am standing. She stops when she’s in front of me, but I circle around her so I’m standing with her back to my front, not caring if I get wet from her shirt. Our clothes will be off soon enough, anyway. My hands wrap around her hips as I pull her back into my chest.
“Out of the many ways I’ve pictured you in my room, this isn’t how I imagined your first time would be,” I tell her.
A short breath escapes her lungs, and she lightly jumps as if my presence frightens her. That alone makes me even harder, which I’m sure she can feel pressing into her lower back.
My lips grow wide with a smile. “Why are you so jumpy?” I question against her neck, but she doesn”t answer. “Is this okay?” Tate nods, her breathing becoming deeper the more my hands move on her hips.
Moving my hands off her hips and under her shirt in the direction of her stomach, I feel her skin break out in goosebumps. I lower my mouth to the crook of her neck. My lips barely touch her, but I can feel her skin flush at the contact.
The delicious aroma of warm vanilla mingled with a hint of honey fills my senses, making me want to get impossibly closer to her. She tilts her neck to the side to grant me better access. Without any thought, I rub my dick against her ass, causing her to let out a small gasp.
“Such a sweet girl,” I murmur against her skin.
Her body relaxes into me like we’ve been lovers for years.
The feeling of her ass pressing back against me lets me know I’m not overstepping. “You like that, Angel?” My teeth sink into her neck, and she groans as she begins squirming against me. “You gonna be a good little slut for me and let me fuck you tonight?” I whisper into her ear.
She stiffens at my words. But just as fast, she relaxes against me once again.
“Answer me, Tate.”
“Yes.” Her eyes focus on mine as she looks over her shoulder.