Chapter 18
I can feel him watching me, and it’s turning me on so bad that I wonder if my inner thighs are showing wetness. I can certainly feel the slickness between my folds every time I move on the dance floor.
I wonder if I should try to get his attention and move us to the bathroom. There is a single-stall bathroom. The same one that Dru and Silas almost fucked in months ago, and from the look on their faces as they grind on each other, with Dru’s pregnant belly between them, they may again.
“Girl, I sure hope you ride his dick tonight because watching the two of you is making me hot.”
I giggle at Jack’s words as she holds my hips and we sway to the latest hit blasting from the DJ booth. “Maybe. God I hope so. I want him so bad.”
“I can tell. You’re almost dry humping air.”
“I’m not!” But I burst out laughing again when she raises a perfectly arched eyebrow. “Should I approach him?” I spin around and whisper in her ear.
“Why not? I’d say he wouldn’t say no, but then again your brother is here.”
“I know,” I groan. “The ultimate cockblock.” I glance over at Jace and Sophia.
They are lip-locked with Sophia practically climbing my brother, her pregnant belly not a problem for either of them.
He’s holding her like he wants to devour her and cuddle her at the same time.
They don’t care about PDA, and I’m happy for them, but it’s cringey seeing my brother with his tongue down my friend’s throat.
I turn away. “I may have a chance. He’s busy tongue fucking Sophia. ”
“That he is. I wish a man’s tongue was down my throat right now, or down somewhere else.” She winks and lifts her long braids before fanning her neck with her hand, her hips not missing a beat.
“Some man’s or one in particular?” I tease, looking over her shoulder, eyeing Riggs.
I can still feel Stone’s eyes on my ass, and I add an extra swivel, wishing he were behind me, grinding his cock in my ass.
I peeked earlier, when he was at the bar, and it looked huge even behind his jeans.
There’s a moment of nervousness that slithers its way through me.
Would I be able to handle sex with him? Fuck.
And I only packed condoms. I forgot about the lube.
From what I can tell, I’ll need it. Maybe he has some?
Would we go to a hotel? Slow down, Cam. Let’s get him to talk to you first.
Jacks rolls her eyes, but nods. “A bitch can’t lie. I, too, am feigning for one particular dick.” She shoots another glance over her shoulder, and Riggs lifts his drink to his lips. He smiles, and I also can’t lie. It’s sexy as hell.
When she turns back to me, her face is flushed and she’s biting her lips. “You see why I’m dying? Look at him. Leather jacket, dark jeans, and that fucking backwards cap. How am I supposed to resist that? Dangerous white boys must be my kink lately. Feel my heart.”
She takes my hand and rests it between her breasts. Her heartbeat is indeed racing like a racehorse. “Your skin is unbelievable,” I mutter.
“Coconut oil. And I’ve been exfoliating like a savage in the hopes that he runs that stubble all over me.”
I know the feeling. Stone has just enough.
I want to feel it burning along my skin.
Reed was clean-shaven, and so were the other two guys I slept with.
And he has those piercings in his lip. What would it be like to kiss a guy with lip piercings?
“I’m surprised you haven’t fucked him already. ” I laugh.
“Who are you telling? I’ve been trying, but all he does is flirt and I can’t figure it out. We kissed but that’s it.”
I squeal, feeling like a teenager. “When!?”
“The wedding.”
“What?! Where?” I must have missed it when I was in a tailspin over Mallory showing up, claiming to be Jace’s fiancée.
“The side of the house.”
I grab her arm and pull her closer. “You were kissing him on the side of the house? Jace’s house!?”
She grins like a Cheshire cat. “Yup. He lifted me right on the side of the house, with me dressed in a full gown. I wrapped my legs around his waist and hung on, and Jesus Christ, can the man kiss. I was melting just from his lips and tongue.”
“What happened?” I’m feeling tingles imagining it.
“I was ready to go to pound town, my panties were to the side and his fingers were right about to dive right in, but your brother started beating that asshole to a pulp and Riggs rushed inside. He hasn’t touched me since.”
“At least he kissed you,” I grumble.
She frowns. “Sexy Stone hasn’t touched you?”
“Nope. Well, no, that’s a lie. He touched my face for a second. And we talked for a moment at the wedding, but other than that. Nothing. He watches me, but that’s about it.”
“Yeah,” she whispers, “He’s watching all right. He hasn’t stopped looking at you.”
“Then why won’t he do something?” I hiss, annoyed all over again.
“Fuck if I know. Men are weird. Maybe it will happen tonight?”
“Fingers crossed,” I reply.
“Well, I’m going to try and get some dick of my own tonight.
It’s been a dry month, even with me masturbating like a savage.
Wish me luck.” She moves towards the tall blonde man leaning against the wall of the club.
He crosses his arms, and his face is predatory.
Jesus. He is hot, not as hot as Stone, but I can see why Jacks was willing to let him fuck her against a wall.
“Hey, sexy.”
The hand cupping my ass makes me blink in shock. I spin around and spot a tall man, a man who is not the one I want touching me. I lean away in disgust. It’s the same guy from before. I thought I got rid of him and his foul breath.
“You ready to dance? Teasing me worked, baby. I want you even more.” He puts his hands on my hips and pulls me toward him.
I slap them away, not wanting to feel his dick or have his hands under my short skirt.
He chuckles, as if my refusal is funny. Puffs of air hit my face.
My nose twitches at the smell. Again with the stinky breaths.
He looks just as ridiculous as he did before with the fucking lobsters on his shirt.
He’s even more drunk now, slurring and spitting on me when he talks. “Feisty! I love it!”
“I wasn’t teasing you!” I yell over the music.
“Back up!” He ignores the push on his chest and keeps crowding me, making it difficult to get away.
Seconds later, Stone is next to him. Holy shit, that was fast. He crowds Lobster Boy, and the look on his face is downright evil.
Lobster boy looks like he’s in pain. Stone whispers in his ear, and the man’s skin pales to a sickening shade of white.
What the hell is he telling him? Onyx appears next to Stone and says something to his friend.
I can’t make out a word, and Onyx’s lips barely move.
The next thing I know, Onyx is leading out Lobster boy, who looks like he’s having trouble staying upright.
Stone approaches me. Those dark eyes lock on mine, and when he’s inches from me, I look up into his face.
He’s so fucking sexy, my eyes feast on his tattoos.
I still haven’t had a chance to catalog them all.
The small black heart under his eye and the other small designs on his face add to his appeal.
My favorite is the small dagger by his temple.
I’ve never met anyone like him, and I want to know everything about him.
Where he got them and why they are on his face.
My eyes shift again, taking in his scar.
That scar is one of the best things about his face.
The mystery surrounding how he acquired it and why remains on my mind forever.
It missed his eye somehow. However he got it, it was a serious injury, that much I’m sure of.
My lungs expand when he leans down close to my face, a smoky, fruity smell on his breath hooks me in, and I want to taste it on my tongue. He’s like a drug.
“Don’t let him stop you.”
“What?” I whisper. “Who?”
His eyes are trained on my mouth, and his face angles down to my ear. I shiver, feeling his warm breath. I swear his lips touch my lobe. “Dance.”
It feels like he’s saying to dance for him, and I watch him walk back to the wall, and I do just what he says, feeling even more turned on when he moves into the dark corner. I can’t see him, but I know he can see me. I move my hips, feeling powerful and sexy.