Chapter 2
TWO
ANONYMOUS
Abort.
A-fucking-bort.
This was not the plan.
This was absolutely not in the plans for tonight.
I planned to find a way to ditch the guys and hang around her in case she decided to go along with what her friend said, and I was going to step in if things went too far, pull the brothers best friend card like I’ve done so many times and stop it from happening.
What I didn’t plan to do was keep my identity a secret. I didn’t plan to actually engage in conversation with her or for it to go this far.
Then what was the need for the voice modulator? my inner voice whispers and I inwardly groan.
This was not the plan, I swear.
But how can I say no when she’s staring at me, looking so goddamn beautiful with her long, brown hair cascading down her shoulders.
She looks stunning tonight, wearing a short black dress, a belt around her waist making the material cinch to her curves and leaving nothing to the imagination.
Her mask is discarded on the bar top, and vulnerability swirls in those pretty green eyes of hers as she waits for my reply.
“Are you sure? I thought you wanted to be alone?” I say, cursing myself for not immediately agreeing but also knowing Gracie down to her very core, and this is so fucking unlike her.
She shrugs, as though she’s trying to act like my wavering didn’t sting. “I wanted to do something different for a change, but you can always say no.”
No, I can’t say no.
I can’t deny her anything.
And if that means doing the thing that will probably lose me my life at the hands of my best friend, then so be it.
“I’d love to,” I say, the modulator obscuring my voice and I’m now thankful that I decided to use it, because Gracie would have known it was me from the moment I opened my mouth without it.
I’m also grateful I had this mask stashed in my jacket pocket and wore a different one here, just in case anyone spots us, and it gets back to her brother.
The only reason I brought it was because I didn’t know which of the two I wanted to use, and I ended up picking up both just before I left the house with the guys.
I put on the plain black half face mask when entering the club, so if Cole or anyone else saw me now, they’d have no idea who I was since my black pants and hoodie are basically what all the guys here are wearing tonight.
I may not have planned for this, but I can’t help but be grateful that it did happen.
And I’m also grateful to be seeing this side of Gracie.
I know she hasn’t been drinking, and I’m not sure what’s brought this sudden wild side on, but it makes me hopeful that something about me made her want to let go.
Of course, she doesn’t actually know it’s me behind the mask, and she’d no doubt freak the fuck out if she knew who I really was, but I’m being given a gift right now and like hell am I going to ruin it by revealing myself to her.
Besides, we’re being anonymous, so she never has to find out who I am. It’ll no doubt take my obsession with her to a whole other level, but I’m sure I can handle it.
I’ve been in love with this girl for years and managed to keep it hidden, so I already know my acting skills are up to task.
This is probably the only chance I’ll ever get to have her and I’m going to take advantage of it while I can.
I stand and hold out my hand with bated breath as I wait to see if she’ll take it, silently hoping and praying that she doesn’t change her mind.
Her hand slips into my glove covered one and I tug her from the bar stool.
I glance at her for a moment to make sure she’s not having second thoughts, but when all I see is a small smile tilting her lips and anticipation in her eyes, I tug her through the crowded room, careful not to let any of the dancing bodies bump into her before pulling her into one of the rooms in the back.
I’ve been to this club plenty of times before, though I’ve never been back here.
Thank God my asshole friends like to fuck anything that moves, or I wouldn’t have even known they were here.
Cole knows the owner though—since, apparently, the two of them fight together at the abandoned church here in Blackwater—and these are free to use for anyone who has the privilege of knowing about them.
“Used to bringing people back here, huh?” Gracie asks.
Is that jealousy in her voice?
Fuck, just when I thought I couldn’t get any harder.
I spin around to face her and tilt my head, a smile pulling at my lips which I know she can’t see.
“Nope, never. I just have friends who know about it.” Her tense shoulders relax as my words wash over her, and I smirk to myself.
Oh yeah, my girl was jealous alright.
Though she really has nothing to be jealous about, but it’s not like I can tell her I’ve never been with a single person because the thought of touching anyone but her made me sick to my stomach.
“Are you sure about this, love?” I ask, and her eyes go wide at the endearment. It’s not like she knows I really mean it, though. For all she knows, that could just be my usual vocabulary.
“I’m sure,” she whispers, and I take it as an invitation.
I step into her space, crowding her before I bring my hand up and trail it down her cheek.
God, she’s fucking breathtaking. My only wish is that I could feel her, skin to skin, but I know I can’t take that risk.
“Close your eyes, babe,” I murmur, and her lashes flutter closed. I’m still for a moment, making sure she doesn’t open them before I bring my free hand up, pulling my mask up from the bottom so that my mouth is free before leaning down and pressing my lips to hers.
Fuck me.
It’s chaste, quick, only lasting a second at first as she gasps, but she keeps her eyes closed like I told her to.
So fucking good, listening to my orders.
Satisfied that she isn’t going to take a peek at me, I slam my lips back down on hers, a groan crawling up my throat as I do. She opens for me, letting me sweep my tongue along her lower lip before tangling it with hers and goddamn, does she taste sweet.
I’d always dreamed of kissing her, of tasting her. I’d had the fantasy for years, but nothing could prepare me for the reality.
I pull her even closer, loving the feel of her smaller body against mine as I deepen the kiss, drowning in her moans and whimpers, trying desperately to hold myself back from stripping her bare and fucking her like a man possessed.
One of my hands roams her body while the other cups the back of her neck. The feeling of her curves under my palm threatens to send me into a tailspin, even if I can’t feel her skin directly.
I’ve never done this before, but that doesn’t make me oblivious, and I’m determined to make this last for as long as possible, since this could very well be the only time it ever happens for me.
I’m not stupid enough to think I could ever get her out of my system.
It already feels like she’s a part of my DNA, and I wouldn’t ever want to erase her touch with someone else’s. Just the thought of it feels like some kind of cardinal sin.
She whimpers into my mouth before pulling back and I quickly slip my mask back in place just as her eyes flutter open and she looks up at me.
Jesus Christ, she looks gorgeous like this. Her eyes are blown wide with lust, her lips pink and swollen from the kiss.
“More,” she whispers. “I need more.”
“Anything you want, love.”
Always. I’d give you anything.
I take her hand and pull her towards a table leaning against the wall. There is a bed in here, since this is what these rooms were intended for, but like hell am I going to fuck her on there, since it’s probably been used by God knows how many people.
Fuck, her brother has probably used it, and I know she’d be disgusted if she were to ever figure that out, so I guess we’ll be settling for the table.
Her eyes meet mine, and I know she’s realized my intentions. Her eyes flick to the bed for a moment then she glances at the table before looking back at me and giving me a relieved smile, as though she also doesn’t want to be anywhere near the bed that’s seen countless strangers in the past.
She hops up onto the table, her dress rising up her thighs as she opens her legs and pulls me closer.
Fuck, this is really happening.
My hands travel around to her ass and I pull her towards me, grunting as she slides against my throbbing dick.
“Please,” she whispers so sweetly it almost makes me come right there and then.
How I’m going to make it out of this alive, I have no idea.
Just her scent and being so close to her are almost enough to kill me.
I reach for the belt around her waist and untie the knot before pulling on it. Once its free, I hold it up in question. She looks confused, but she nods anyways.
If I wasn’t so turned on, I would probably be annoyed at her trusting a stranger so easily. But how can I be annoyed when she’s giving me everything I’ve ever wanted?
I place the cotton belt over her eyes before tying it at the back of her head as a makeshift blindfold.
I fiddle with it until I’m sure she can’t see me, making sure it’s tight enough and secured so that it doesn’t slip down at all.
I wave my hand in front of her face, and only once I’m sure she has no idea what I’m doing from the way she doesn’t react at all, do I pull my mask up again.
I’d love nothing more than to take it off completely, but I don’t want to risk the blindfold slipping and not being able to put it back on quick enough.
I bring my lips to her neck and press a gentle kiss there before sucking on the skin, marking her. I know it won’t last for long, but the need to mark her as mine is more overwhelming than anything I’ve ever felt before.
I kiss the spot once more before trailing kisses up her neck and across her cheek until I reach her mouth. I coax it open with my tongue, loving the way she melts against me while humming in approval.
This moment right here is everything I’ve ever dreamed of.
She goes lax against me, giving me full control to take the lead and I take the kiss deeper, devouring her mouth with mine.
I savor the taste of her, groaning as she whines and tries to move towards me, needing the friction but I pull back, not willing to give in to her just yet.
I need this night to last for as long as possible, because as soon as I walk out that door, this will be over.
We will be over.
And I don’t want to walk away too soon.
Not until I’ve tasted every single inch of her.
Not until I’ve thoroughly had my fill of her.
My hand slides from her waist and slowly inches up her body. I gently swipe my thumb across her nipple, and she whimpers. I grin into the kiss and keep my hand moving upwards, reveling in the small sound of disapproval before reaching for her neck.
God, I wish I wasn’t wearing these fucking gloves.
I wish I could feel her pulse under my palm.
Feel her soft skin against it as I squeeze.
Watch her eyes widen with fear as I—
I pull back, looking down at her thoroughly debauched state in awe and try to calm myself from the thoughts running through my mind, since I don’t want to get worked up too soon, plus, I don’t actually want to scare her.
Not really.
Okay, maybe a little.
How could an asshole like me get so fucking lucky?
No, I can’t.
We’d have to build up to that, and we only have one night together.
Though I am lucky, since this is more than I ever thought I would get.
Some might think that I’m not lucky, only being able to have her once, but I don’t think that. Just the chance to have her this one time, to worship her, show her how goddamn amazing she is and show her how she deserves to be treasured is enough for me.
“What should I call you?” she asks softly.
Yours. You should call me yours.
“Anonymous, remember?”
She hums. “Then what do I scream when you fuck me?”
Holy fucking Christ.