The hand on my ass moves to slip between us, and I panic for a second, knowing exactly where this is going. Embarrassed by what he is going to find. But the feeling is fleeting as I remember my mantra from earlier tonight. I can enjoy myself as much as I want. Just because Chase chastised me for my wants doesn’t mean that I was in the wrong—he was.
With my leg looped around him, the slit in my skirt has risen significantly. He rests his hand on my thigh for a second, giving it a small squeeze, and I tighten my arms around his neck. Then his hand dips between our bodies, and with his whole hand, he cups my heat, squeezing it so the palm of his hand grinds my clit. I’m so ready, so strung up, that the one movement causes my whole body to spasm.
“Fuck.”
The word leaves my mouth without me even registering it.
“Can I?” His voice is low, his fingers grazing back and forth against the damp fabric.
I nod my head frantically, and then I remember the last time we were in this position.
“Yes. Please, yes.” The words leave me like a supplication.
His chest shakes with a small chuckle. I preen at the compliment, all the while he swiftly moves my thong to the side.
He doesn’t push in right away. Instead, he lets his fingers glaze against my slick pussy, coating himself in my potent arousal. I hear him groan under the music right before he slips two fingers inside me. Desire pools in my stomach at the feel of him filling me. It builds as he moves his fingers inside me, alternating between curling and scissoring. The hand supporting my back moves to my ass so he can hike me higher, plunging me deeper on his fingers, pulling me flush against his body. I moan at the new position, his fingers hitting me at just the right spot, my orgasm building faster than the beat around us. My eyes flutter shut.
“I’m so fucking hard for you, Stevie.”
My mind flickers to Aleks for some reason. The words bring me back to the other week. It’s almost a sense of déjà vu. But my body ignores the confusion. Instead, it replaces Blade with Aleks’ hot gaze. The memories take over, and I find myself grinding even harder against Blade’s palm. Desperate for release. He picks up his pace then. Using the bass of the music to rub my clit in time with it.
“Come for me.”
My eyes pop open at the command.
Everything blends together.
The neon lights. The bass. His mask. His hot skin. My orgasm.
He pinches my clit, that same damn motion that got me last time, and I fall.
The world drops under me. My eyes roll back, and my mouth opens in a silent scream as my release tumbles out of me. The orgasm shuts my body down while pure pleasure races through my veins. My legs turn numb, and Blade quickly shifts the hand coated in my arousal to grab my leg as it begins to slip. I feel my slickness on the back of my thigh as he grips it tight.
“Want to move this elsewhere?”
I’m still swimming in my post-orgasm haze, but I still manage to get some words out.
“I would love to.”
“Can you stand?”
Probably not, but I still nod in return. He slowly releases his grip on my thigh. My heel hits the floor, and I give myself a moment to stand there, the orgasm running through my body still leaving my knees a little jiggly.
As my senses begin to return, the music amplifies and the lights brighten. A quick assessment of my surroundings shows Deanna and the girls dancing in a weird semicircle. I soon realize the way they’re positioned hides Blade and me from prying eyes. Kind of. Blade’s tall as hell.
God damnit. I did it again. Public play without a care in the world.
What was I becoming?
An exhibitionist it seemed like.
Blade tugs on my hand, bringing my brain back to Earth.
“Follow me.”
I give Deanna a quick tap on her shoulder. She turns around, and when her eyes meet mine, they light up with a devious glint, her smile turning serpentine.
“Having fun?” she teases.
I laugh. Even in this heat and with the flush of my orgasm still coursing through me, I feel my cheeks reddening.
“I’m heading out. Is that alright with you? Will you be okay?”
She nods. “Totally, I’ve got Deer and Lee. Don’t worry about me. Just worry about getting that dick.”
I roll my eyes.
“Just remember to use protection.”
“Oh my god, I’m leaving. Text me when you get home.”
“You too,” she winks, “if you make it home.”
I turn back to Blade.
“Still good?” he asks.
“Yup, lead the way, sir.”
His body stiffens for a second, grip tightening, before he laughs and leads me through the sway of moving bodies. The crowd has thickened since we got down here, sweat dripping off skin, liquor filling the air.
We spill out of the dance floor crowd. The air lightens a little in the general access area, but it doesn’t do anything to curb the growing want for more in my body. He speeds us around the tables, bypassing VIP. Blade takes us the opposite way to the entrance. My four-inch heels give me enough height that I can see pretty well over the general crowd to the back exit he seems to be spearing toward.
We are only a few feet away when a hand grabs my wrist, wrenching me back. I slip out of Blade’s grip, which had loosened.
I spin around, face to face with none other than Daniel Decker. Again.
The guy is a cockroach.
He pulls me to his body quickly, leaning down to my ear.
“You should be careful of the company you’re keeping, Stephanie. It’ll put a target on your back.”
It’s a warning. I just can’t tell whether he means it to be malicious or not.
He lets go of me right as Blade pulls me behind his body.
Decker brings his hands up, a surrender.
A growl builds in Blade’s chest. I rest my hands on his back.
“Come on, let’s go.”
He spins back around, guiding me past the two security guards and out the back entrance.
I have no clue what time it is, but the night air is sweet relief against my flushed skin. I tilt my head up to the sky, taking in a deep breath of fresh air. Or as fresh as the air can be in the city.
A white Lincoln MKT pulls up in front of us, and I stare at the limo.
“Wait, where are we going?”
“Do you trust me, Stevie?”
I eye him for a second. I’ve met him twice. We’ve barely had a full conversation, and yet…there’s something in him that calls to me. A connection I can’t pinpoint, but can’t deny.
“Yes.”
TWENTY-TWO
* * *
ALEKS
Thank, fuck.
I open the door and hold my palm up for Stevie to grip as she dips into the car. I eye her ass as she bends to scoot onto the leather seats. My throbbing dick twitches. I swear, my hard on is about ready to break out of my pants.
I make a quick assessment of our surroundings, confirming that there is no one else back here before slipping into the vehicle myself. Technically, the boys and I came here together and picked up Lee on our way. But if they want to leave before I’m done, they can just use one of Lee’s drivers. I couldn’t give a rat’s ass how they get home. It’s my night to be selfish.
I sidle in next to Stevie on the leather, shutting the door. The inside of the limo is dark, save for the lights lining the roof. She instantly hooks one of her legs over mine, her warmth joining mine. I live for the connection, the touch.