Chapter 26 Just Girly Things #2
“Centuries worth of practice, precious.” Another smile crosses their face. “Now, let’s get going, before the mirror makes you late.”
We make it to the club with a surprising amount of time to spare before it opens.
There’s already a line of club-goers waiting outside, and I see Tim, one of the bouncers, talking to a few of them at the front.
As we pass by, a lot of those eyes turn from each other to the sleek and expensive sports car slowing down to turn in.
It might be dark outside, and the windows might be tinted, but that doesn’t stop me from feeling embarrassed, if not totally uneasy.
So much for discretion. I didn’t even know Tannis was coming with us until we were out the door and already piling into the car. When I insisted we take something with more than two seats, I caught a glimmer of mischief in Tannis’s eyes.
“I thought we could take my fastest ride,” Tannis had said before leaving. “You are running late for work, after all.”
There were a number of reasons I didn’t want to entertain Tannis or their car.
One of them being the seating arrangements.
With no back seat, I’m wedged between Gray’s legs with my back against his chest. He seems to be enjoying it, though.
His arms are wrapped securely around my shoulders and middle like a seatbelt.
His embrace on the way there is what keeps me calm during the drive, because Tannis drives like a fucking maniac.
It’s easy to sit there and forget about what I’ll be walking into tonight.
I’m already in hot water with Dax as it is, and showing up in some sleek, expensive sports car with two men will definitely rub him the wrong way.
Without any level of closure between the two of us on where we stand, I might as well be walking into a burning house blindfolded.
“This looks like fun!” Tannis exclaims as we pull into the back lot.
Fun for them, I think.
“Behave yourself, Tannis,” Gray says as we slide out of the parked car together. He sets me right on my feet, but keeps one arm wrapped around my shoulders.
“Oh, please. I’ve been to hundreds of clubs. I know how to handle myself,” Tannis says, starting toward the building where the line wraps around. I’m actually shocked they’re going to wait.
“No biting,” I say quickly. Beside me, Gray chokes on a laugh.
Tannis looks back with wide, puppy-dog eyes. “But what if they ask nicely?”
“No,” I say curtly.
“Fine. No fun for me then,” they grumble as they stalk off.
“Tell me again why they came with us?” I turn to Gray, whose hand has found its way into mine.
The gesture is sweet and warms me instantly.
I didn’t get to see him until we were heading out, and we didn’t exactly get to talk about anything from the night before with Tannis driving.
I suspected that was part of Tannis’s plan.
Why they wanted to bottle us up in a tiny car without privacy, who knows.
“It was my idea. An extra safety measure,” Gray admits.
My eyes widen. Puzzled, I ask, “Why? You make me feel plenty safe already.”
“I know you do.” His voice falters, though, which makes me think he doubts himself more than what I said. “I don’t want you to be afraid of your workplace because you’re worried about retaliation.”
That makes my heart race. String Theory is one of my safe spaces, which means he gets how important it is to protect that.
“Besides, you can think of Tannis like the flu,” Gray adds with a smirk. “Dante does. If anything, Tannis being here will keep him and his friends away.”
“Sounds petty,” I say, starting toward the employee entrance.
“It is. They don’t like each other.” Gray chuckles. Tannis and I have that in common.“If Dante catches wind that Tannis is skulking around, then he won’t show his face.”
“Isn’t that just poking the bear at this point?”
Gray’s hand tightens around mine. “Don’t underestimate Tannis. The reason I asked them for help is because they’re so much stronger than me.”
“Are all vampires not made equally?” I ask in a slightly joking way.
“Not all, no,” Gray deadpans.
“What does that even mean?”
As we arrive at the door, he opens it for me, but blocks the way. A dark look crosses his face, but his voice is alluring as he speaks. “It means some of us are more… talented than others.”
I feel my feet move toward him, drawing me closer. “Then what’s your talent?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.” He smiles.
I do. I really, really would. I place one hand against his chest and push him inside.
He grabs me with equal force, turning me into a dark corner inside the building.
Back here, there’s a long hallway that lets out to Dax’s office and the dressing rooms for the girls.
Someone could walk back here, or stroll in through the door, but I couldn’t care less.
“I didn’t get a chance to do it in the car.” He leans close to my ear and hums, “But every second you spent tucked between my legs, I imagined you riding my cock again. Just like you did last night.”
Oh shit.
He moves from my ear, eyes on mine as he hovers a thumb over my lips, careful not to smudge. “It’s a sinful thing to look so fuckable when I can’t do anything about it, Millie.”
“Funny”—I reach for his waist and tilt my head up for a closer inspection of his lips—“I was going to say the same thing about you.”
“Millie, Millie, Millie.” He shakes his head, the tip of his nose brushing mine. “What am I going to do with you?”
“You could start by kissing me.”
With a grin, Gray presses me against the wall, mouth closed over mine.
His tongue licks along the seam of my lips, and I part them for him.
Our tongues clash, eager to taste the other, all while our hands press and search along each other’s bodies.
I burn for his touch, lighting up all over again when he pushes through my coat for the space between my legs.
I’m already wet, needy, and hungry for part two of last night, but he won’t give it to me.
Instead, he hovers above my clit and pulls back from my lips. I can’t really see anything except the glow of his red eyes in the dark, pinned in place by his gaze.
“There’s your answer, Millie,” he says, pulling at the front of my thong. The fabric slides along my arousal, pulling up to cup the swollen bud. I’m already panting when he gives it a light tug. “My talent is making your pretty pussy wet.”
My heart slams into my chest and bottoms out where the slap of my thong snaps back into place. The thought of taking him back to Tannis’s car and ruining the expensive leather upholstery crosses my mind when I hear my name called from down the hall—from Dax’s office.
“Has anyone seen Millie?”