Chapter 14
FOURTEEN
I get us into the club easily. I know the bouncer, so he doesn’t even check our IDs. He lifts the rope for us to cut in, much to the anger of the people waiting to get in, but I don’t really care about that.
Prue keeps her hand on me as I lead us to the bar.
Squeezing past people who do double takes when they see me.
I haven’t been to The Galaxy in a bit, sticking to more low-key bars where I can hear myself think.
For getting Prue drunk I thought a club would be better, and this one is one of the best.
It’s loud here, so she would be less likely to mouth off. Even if she did, I wouldn’t have to hear it. Instead, I could get her to focus on having fun.
I order shots of Jameson, two for her and two for me. I don’t plan on getting too wasted myself. I want to make sure I can keep a good eye on her. I promised her I’d look out for her, and I meant it. She deserves to have a good time without having to worry.
She takes the first shot and makes a face, her little nose scrunching up as her lips pucker up. I hand her some water. The best chaser is water, not soda. Water keeps you hydrated. Soda just adds sugar to the mix which is how hangovers happen.
The second shot she holds in her mouth too long, making the burn worse. I can’t help but laugh at her inexperience.
“Rookie mistake. Never let it sit in your mouth,” I whisper in her ear. “Swallow it quickly, like you did my cum.”
A light blush floods her cheeks as she rolls her eyes.
“Let me try again then,” she snaps, so I pass her my last shot.
This time she throws it back and swallows quickly. Watching her neck bob as she swallows makes my cock stiffen just slightly. I have no plans on fucking her tonight. No plans on letting anything sexual happen. I’d want her sober for that.
It doesn’t take long for the alcohol to set in and Prue to loosen up.
I have us tucked away in the corner of the club, not wanting any attention to come my way. I do not need girls trying to make moves on me while I entertain Prue. I don’t doubt she’d flee if she even thought there was a chance of me abandoning her.
So, I keep us as hidden as I can, letting her sway to the music. It’s a sight worth a thousand words and then some. Her hips swirl, as her hands rise above her head, stretching her tight turtleneck in a way that makes my cock throb.
I fight the urge as much as I can, but as we do more shots and the night goes on, I give in. Pulling her against me, I let my hands drop to her hips. She continues to roll them, grinning at me with an evil look in her glossy eyes.
I’m sure she has never had this much alcohol in her system before. Five shots are probably a lot for a girl her size, even spaced out. They seem to be affecting her, because for once she looks happy.
Her arms wrap around my neck, as her body sways against mine.
“See,” I say into her ear. “Already much more fun.”
She laughs, playfully shoving me backwards, before stepping back against me.
“I’ve been fun for you before,” she mumbles in my ear. “When my mouth was wrapped around your cock, remember?” Her mouth latches onto my earlobe, sucking softly. My cock stirs once more.
What the fuck have I done? Did I unleash a monster? And can I say I don’t care?
I’m going to end up with blue balls tonight, but it will be worth it. If she comes out of this night, realizing she doesn’t have to be Miss Prim and Proper just because that’s what’s expected of her, I will suffer through the agony of blue balls.
“I can be fun too,” I whisper back. “You just won’t let me.”
“No.” She shakes her head, smiling. Her body turns, and she leans back, pressing her ass against me.
Grinding herself into my body as I try to think of anything but how close her ass is to my cock.
“You don’t get to fuck me,” she says over her shoulder, resting the back of her head against my chest.
My hands wrap around her front, pressing her harder against me. Fuck it. If she wants to tease, I have no problem teasing right back.
“Ever?”
“Maybe.” She shrugs.
“What if I don’t want to fuck you?” She freezes against me. “What if I just want to make you cum? Can I do that?”
“Maybe,” she says again. “Maybe if you are a good boy.” She turns again, facing me and placing her hand on my chest. “Will you be a good boy?”
“For you? Yes.” I grin.
Eventually she asks to use the restroom. I lead her to it, waiting outside for her. I keep my eyes pinned to the floor, so I don’t have to deal with any of the drunk girls stumbling out of it noticing me.
“Ben.” Someone slaps me on the back. “How are you, dude?”
I glance up to see Patrick Oswald staring at me. My blood runs cold. He probably shouldn’t be out at a club. He should be home with Wes’s ex-girlfriend who he happened to knock up. It’s no surprise he is out partying instead. He will probably be a horrible father. The fucker raped Abbey after all.
“Remove your hand before I remove it for you.”
I don’t hide my distaste for the guy. I never liked him.
He knew Wes longer. They were real good friends for quite a bit.
Then Wes started spending more time at my house and we started our own band.
Patrick hated me for it, not that I cared much for him either.
Once we got big, it became apparent that Patrick wasn’t friends with Wes for any reason but to use him.
He was a dick who spent more time putting Wes down then doing any favors for him. Asking for more than he deserved. He also liked to fuck Wes’s girlfriends behind his back too. Also raped girls in bathrooms, apparently.
I should beat the shit out of him now that the opportunity presented itself, but with Prue bound to come out of the bathroom at any moment, I try to cool my temper.
His hand leaves my body. “Is Wes with you?”
“Don’t say his fucking name,” I say through my teeth. He is only hoping Wes is here to ask him to take pity. Probably beg him to pick up his bar tab.
Prue picks now to walk out of the bathroom, skipping out with a smile on her face. She pauses when she sees Patrick beside me. I instantly don’t like her reaction. My fist ball up. I’m starting to think a night in jail for beating his ass doesn’t sound so bad.
“Prue!” he says her name. “Long time no see!”
Her lips turn back into a smile. A fake one, but I doubt he can tell or cares.
“Patrick,” she says, walking up to us.
“You know him?” I ask.
“Uh. Yeah, kind of. Cameron’s band went on tour with him a few times.”
“If you tell me you fucked him, I may kill myself.”
“No,” she says. “I didn’t fuck him.”
“Oh. Did you and Charles break up?” Patrick asks.
“I…” I watch as the mention of the name Charles make her eyes dim. I didn’t bother to learn her prick of an ex’s name. Judging by her reaction, I can assume that’s who Patrick is talking about.
“Patrick, you have ten seconds to get as far as fucking possible from me before I beat the shit out of you.” I keep my eyes on Prue. “And if you ever, and I mean ever, come near Prue again, I will cut your tiny fucking dick off and make you eat it, okay?”
“Jesus. You are worse than…”
“Finish that sentence and I will end up in jail and you in the hospital.”
“Okay then. Good night,” he says.
I wait until I feel him walk away, before moving closer to Prue.
“Did he ever hurt you?” I ask, cupping her face and searching her eyes. “Ever lay a finger on you?” She shakes her head, as tears threaten to spill from her eyes. I push her out of the way of people exiting the bathroom. “You can tell me,” I say softly. “I know how that jerk is.”
“He kissed me once,” she says softly. “While Char… my ex watched. He kind of liked to see me uncomfortable.” She pauses. “I guess the signs were there for a while.”
I watch as she pieces it all together. I sigh, pulling her tightly against me. This night took a very unpleasant turn.
“Can we go now?”
“Yes,” I say. “Let me just close out my tab.”
I drag her with me to the bar. I fear if I let her out of my sight, she will bolt.
I know her flight and fight response is all fucked up.
After everything she has been through, it’s expected.
Now as her mind starts to slip into the dark places it’s bound to come out in full force.
My only hope is to get her home and try to distract her there, before she freaks out and tries to push me away again.
When we are outside, I keep my hand around her waist as I smoke a cigarette waiting for our car to show up.
“You don’t have to stay the night with me,” she says softly. She keeps some space between us but allows me to touch her.
“I do fucking too,” I say, bending down to put out my cigarette. “I’m not blind, Prue. I know a downward spiral when I see one.”
“I’m sorry,” she says after a moment. “I know you wanted to have a fun night. I keep ruining things for everyone around me. I should’ve just gone to the stupid party with him and just left you…”
“Prue, stop,” I say, moving in front of her.
“Look at me.” Her head lifts, but her eyes stay pinned to the ground.
“Look. At. Me,” I repeat myself, this time her eyes snap up to mine.
“If I didn’t want to be around you, I wouldn’t, okay?
Do you really think me, the giant fucking asshole, would do anything I didn’t want to? ”
“You just want to fuck me. Once you fuck me, you’ll never talk to me again.”
“Not true. I mean I’m not saying I’ll be your fucking boyfriend, but I’d like to think we could be friends.”
She laughs. “Highly unlikely.”
“Well, that’s just mean,” I say, happy to hear her laugh, but not pleased with the reason. “I can be friends with a girl.”
“Even after you fucked her?”
“As long as you don’t get clingy, I see no reason why we can’t be friends, who maybe, time from time, fool around.” I shrug.
Laughing again, she shakes her head. “Me? Clingy? You are the one who can’t leave me alone.”
“I can’t leave you alone out of fear you’ll get yourself hurt.”