26. Griffin
T he second Aurora joins us all in the foyer while we are waiting to leave, I know I am fucked.
She’s wearing a scrap of fabric that I’m not even sure I would call a top, with the smallest black silk skirt I have ever seen.
Even Everest is openly staring at her, not seeming to care in the slightest that their brother is less than ten feet away.
Her makeup is completely done, and her honey-colored hair falls around her shoulders in thick curls.
She looks fucking irresistible, and I know my cock isn’t the only one who noticed.
“What the fuck are you wearing?” Archer scoffs in surprise, before Daemon elbows him harshly. “Erm, I mean, you look beautiful, RoRo, very grown up,” he grits out, and I’m sure every word tastes like ash on his tongue, despite how true they are.
I’ve seen Aurora Gray at every stage of her life, as a kid with pigtails, an awkward pre-teen with braces, and everything in between, but right now she looks like every wet dream I’ve ever had come to life.
“Thanks Arch,” she replies, blushing furiously, and all that does is send more blood rushing to my cock.
Fuck. I am so fucked.
Daemon has to forcibly drag his fiancé toward the door, even with him still openly staring at Aurora in a panic, and I might find this whole thing hilarious if I weren’t so entranced by her right now.
“Stop fucking staring at her,” Everest mutters in warning, shoving past me, not bothering to say a word to her, and I can’t help but glare at him.
“I’ll stop when you do,” I grunt at his back, relishing in how his shoulders tense at my words. “You looking fucking delicious, sweetheart,” I add, loud enough for them all to hear me this time, and am rewarded with another blush.
“Thanks, Griff,” she purrs, as I recall the way she was pressed against me in the library that day, and her eyes don’t shy away as I reach down and adjust myself behind my zipper.
It isn’t until I lock eyes with Harden above her head, that a slither of guilt flows through me. Here I am openly lusting over her, after kissing him. What the fuck am I supposed to do with that?
“Are we going?” Everest snaps, moving to drape his jacket around Aurora’s shoulders and guide her into the elevator.
“How are we even getting into this place without ID anyway?” I ask, climbing inside with them all, and it’s only then Archer relaxes, as Daemon rolls his eyes.
“How the fuck do you think, Blake?” Archer snorts, pulling Daemon into his side and wrapping himself around him. “Reign bribed every member of staff to look the other way, for you four alone,” he adds, and we all smile, none of us the least bit surprised.
“Fuck, it must be amazing being that rich,” I muse, as Everest jabs the button for the lobby.
“Don’t act like your blood isn’t fucking blue, prick,” he seethes, still glaring at me, his hand resting protectively at the small of Aurora’s back.
It stays there from the elevator to the car, and into the club, as Archer and Daemon lead us straight to the VIP area that has been reserved for the team.
The place is absolutely packed out, and I try not to fanboy a little as he introduces us to the rest of his team, but it’s near impossible.
Hockey is all I’ve ever truly wanted in life, aside from the girl I’m actively avoiding staring at, and right now I feel like I’m getting a glimpse at my future.
We take up residence around one of the tables, and it isn’t long before the champagne and spirits start flowing.
Archer is laughing and joking with his teammates, while keeping a firm hand on Daemon’s thigh the entire time.
Everest is sipping his third drink, his eyes never leaving Aurora, while Harden has necked half a bottle, no doubt in an attempt to be here in this moment with us and not inside his head.
As for Aurora and I, we have already polished off a bottle of champagne between us, and are half way into a second.
Her body is rocking side to side in her seat, unable to resist the allure of the music, and I can’t help but smirk as I watch her. She’s always loved to dance, ever since we were kids, and as more alcohol begins to course through her veins, I know she is fighting getting up to the dance floor.
That fight lasts approximately sixty more seconds.
“Screw this, I’m going to dance," she yells over the music, finishing off her glass of champagne and slamming it to the table.
Everest sits up in his seat before he pauses, tension lining his body, as he realizes he can’t follow.
Archer opens his mouth to say something, but I beat him to it. “Come on, sweetheart, I’ll dance with you.” I stand up, holding out my hand for her to take, and her eyes shine with mischief as she slips her fingers between mine.
“You’re the best, Griff,” she coos, already tipsy, and I flick my stare to Harden’s, as I pull her into me.
His face is a blank mask as usual, but I see the undeniable heat in his stare as his eyes trail over the two of us. Whether it’s for me or her, I’m not sure, but I bite back a groan as forbidden desires dance across the forefront of my mind.
Not bothering to linger, because I fear I might do something stupid like ask for a threesome, and I’d even let that moody prick Everest watch, I drag her away from the table and in the direction of the crowd.
There are people everywhere, losing their inhibitions beneath the dark and flashing lights, and I steer Aurora into a back corner so she has space to move.
And fuck does she move.
I watch, completely enthralled, as she starts to sway her hips from side to side, the flimsy outfit she’s wearing leaving nothing to the imagination.
Every prick in our vicinity is already staring at her, and I glare daggers at every one of them, reaching out and pulling her against me.
Her answering smirk as she throws her arms around my neck is enough to make my blood start to boil.
Fuck I want her. I want her more than anything, and if her fucking brother was watching, I’d take her right here in the middle of this fucking club.
“Don’t look at me like that, Griffin Blake,” she teases, leaning in close so she can be heard over the music, and her hot breath fans along my jaw.
“Like what?” I ask, knowing damn well how I’m fucking looking at her, but needing to hear her say it.
“Like you want to eat me alive,” she tosses back, the alcohol making her braver than usual, and I bite back a groan.
“Trust me, Aurora, I want to do more than that.” My words have her eyes filling with heat, especially when I grip her hips and grind her against my very obvious erection. “I know you feel what you do to me, and I’m done fucking pretending.”
The gasp she lets out is lost to the music, but I don’t miss the thick swallowing she does, before she asks, “So, is this you fighting for me?”
I slide my hands up her body and cup her face, smashing my lips to hers and kissing her frantically.
I don’t care that her brother can see us, either of them, let them fucking watch as I make her mine, because I’m done acting like she isn’t.
So I kiss her, I kiss her the same way I kissed Harden, with passion and pure fucking claiming, before pulling back and licking my lips.
“No, it’s me dancing with you, so I can feel your body pressed up against mine in this sexy little outfit,” I tell her gruffly, flexing my hands back down her body and mapping every one of her curves to memory.
“Plus, it’s an added bonus knowing that Everest wants to punch me right now, but can’t because your brother is watching,” I add, flicking my eyes back up to the VIP section to meet his furious stare, and cockily offering him a little wave.
Aurora barks a laugh, as I move my eyes over to Harden and find him watching us intensely, except it’s not with anger, it’s with pure unfiltered lust.
“Ah, so this is you playing with fire?” Rora confirms, bringing my attention back to her, and I smirk widely.
“And do you want to burn with me, sweetheart?” My hands flex tightly around her waist as she nods rapidly at my question. “Good girl, now turn around and put on a show for your boys,” I command, spinning her in my hold until her back meets my front.
I know the second she meets both their stares, because I hear the gasped curse that falls from her lips as I pull her even harder against me.
Then we move as one, swaying and grinding together to the music, as one of my hands moves to rest flat on the bottom of her stomach, holding her against me.
I know she feels my hard cock pressing into her ass because she pushes herself back against it, taunting me oh so sweetly.
“Keep that up, sweetheart, and I’ll bend you over right here and fuck you in front of all of them,” I warn, trailing my mouth along the skin of her throat, which is already slick with sweat, making her shudder.
“If that’s supposed to be a threat, it isn’t working,” she calls back, glancing over her shoulder at me, and fuck, it takes every ounce of restraint I have to not follow through with it.
“Behave.” I pair the one word warning with the nip of her ear, trailing my free hand down until it dances along the very short hem of her skirt. “Now do me a favor sweetheart, and keep your eyes on your brother, I want him to see the moment I touch what supposedly belongs to him.”
My fingers dance up the back of her thigh, until I meet her bare cheeks and the fabric of her thong, pressing my fingers against it.
My eyes flash around to make sure there isn’t anyone watching us, anyone besides my two best friends that is.
We’re pretty hidden in the dark of the corner I forced us into, but still I feel the burning stare of both Everest and Harden.
The first looking like he wants to kill me, and the second looking like he wants to join me.
A thrill runs through me, as I press my hand up until my fingers collide with her cunt, shoving the fabric of her thong aside until I can feel her wetness against my skin. Fuck, she’s soaked.
“Now, who is this for?” I ask, stroking my fingers back and forth, mesmerized in the way her hips move against mine.
Her head falls back against my shoulder, her body not faltering as it continues to move with mine, even as she eyes me with pure lust. “It’s your hard cock pressed against me, who do you think it’s for?”
Her eyes stay on mine as I continue to explore her pussy from behind, desperate to drop to my fucking knees and worship her right here, but not with this audience. No, in fact I’ve come to realize there is only one audience I want when it comes to Aurora Gray, and it’s my best fucking friends.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me, sweetheart,” I curse, and she fucking whimpers, as I push one of my fingers inside of her, massaging her clit with another ever so slightly.
The lack of friction must be maddening, because she curses my name, writhing against my hand, no longer caring who can fucking see us, and fuck if that doesn’t turn me on even more.
I hold her against me with one hand, swaying us both, and fuck her with the other, and the only people that know are me, her, Harden, and Everest.
My eyes flick back up to the balcony, finding them both watching us with unwavering interest. Thankfully Archer is distracted with Daemon’s tongue down his throat, and the sight sends a shudder through me.
Fuck. What would it be like to have Aurora writhing against me like this, and Harden with his tongue down my throat.
The thought has me fucking her even faster, my finger finally lapping her clit with attention that has her trembling against me.
Everest marked her as his, but now I’m about to make his girl come all over my fingers while he watches.
Game. Set. Match.