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I stole a glance at Avda out of the corner of my eye as he pulled away from the club, and I could see that cocky-ass grin on his face, the grin that I’d come to know was his signature. I had no idea if letting this guy into my life was a good idea or not – but when he made me feel as incredible as that, it was hard to give much of a damn about it.
Chapter Eight – Sasha
I pulled the packet of cigs from my pocket, stepped out into the alleyway behind the club, and pulled one out. Fuck, it had been a busy night, and I needed something to blow off some steam.
Yeah, I tried not to smoke. I tried not to. But it was hard to keep that under control when you worked a job like this one. I’d been dealing with drunk, belligerent assholes all night long, and I was getting tired of it. Especially since Jo had just finished her shift, and I knew I wasn’t going to get a chance to see her till the following weekend.
I flicked my lighter a couple of times, sparked up the cig, and leaned back against the wall, letting out a long plume of smoke and a sigh. See, that was already better, right? I just needed to get my shit together, and I would be all good to go back in and...
All at once, a sound caught my attention. My ears pricked up, and I glanced around, trying to clock where it was coming from. It sounded like...it sounded like two people fucking. I could hear a woman moaning, those needy sounds were impossible to mistake for anyone else. What, had someone snuck into the bathroom at the back of the club for a hook-up again? Damn, if I had to bust their asses when I’d just come to have a smoke, I was going to be pissed...
But, as I scanned up and down the alleyway, I froze. Oh, shit.
Oh, that wasn’t a couple of guests going at it.
Avda’s car was parked at the far end of the alleyway, and, even though the light was dim, I could see movement inside of it – in the reflection of his rearview mirror, I could see a woman moving, up and down, up and down, on top of him. I drew another inhale from my cig and snuck a few inches closer. I knew I shouldn’t be snooping, but I felt as though I was being drawn in for a closer look, as though I didn’t have a choice right now.
And, as I got a little closer, I could make it out. Jo was on top of Avda, riding him hard – the two of them were fucking right there in the car, just a few feet away from the club, like they didn’t care who might have seen them. I felt something stir in me as I watched, my eyes drawn to the sight of the two of them wrapped up in each other, like everything was falling away until I could only see them.
I could see a glimpse of her face, written with pure desire, her cheeks flushed and her lips parted as she moved on top of him. But, more than that, I could see his face reflected in the mirror too – his eyes pinned on her, his hands on her waist, his lips just an inch or two from her own, as though they were trying to breathe each other in.
Fuck, that was hot. I could feel something stirring in me at the sight of them together, even though I knew I shouldn’t have even let my mind go there. I needed to walk away, turn around, make it like I had never seen this in the first place, and yet...
And yet, there was a part of me that couldn’t stop staring. They looked so fucking good together, and I was drinking in the sight of them, feeling guilty even as I stood there and watched. What was I thinking? I needed to leave, get the hell out of there, give them their privacy, but my feet were frozen to the ground, my cig burning away in my hand, taking them in.
I could hear her getting closer and closer to the edge, these hot little moans escaping from her lips with every movement, and him too – his growls growing deeper and more needy, as though they didn’t give a single damn who might have heard them. Didn’t they know anyone could have seen them out here...?
All at once, I felt the cig burn my fingers, and I snapped back to reality. What the hell was I doing? Watching the two of them like some kind of voyeur? I needed to leave. Now.
I turned on my heel and hurried away, past the entrance to the club, not even glancing back inside. No way could I deal with being there right now, seeing all those couples grinding up on each other, and not thinking of Avda and Jo, the two of them together...
I didn’t know what was going on inside my head right now, but I knew it was one huge fucking mess.
Because, as I hit the streets and started back towards my apartment, it would have been one thing if I had just gotten off looking at her. Watching her riding cock, fucking in the front seat of a car, so wild and far-removed from the sweet, slightly shy girl I’d been flirting with the last few days.
But it was seeing her with Avda, too, that had turned me on. Seeing him fucking her. Seeing the look on his face when he was hard, moving inside of her, filling her with his cock...
Shit! This was the last thing I needed. The last thing on earth. Avda and I, we had been clashing since he’d come back to the Flood. And I had thought it was just because I got a thrill from pissing off a guy who was always so in control, but maybe...
Okay, if I was being honest with myself, there were guys I had found hot before. Not many, and not often, but it happened. I had never done anything about it, because there was no way in hell I was going to put myself out there like that, given my line of work - if anyone had found out about that kind of weakness, they would have used it against me.
But Avda and Jo together...I knew I didn’t just want her. Yeah, of course, that was part of it, of course I was into her. But it was the two of them, together, that had my head spinning with questions, with possibilities, and I had no idea what to make of that.
Fuck, had all my attitude with Avda just been me looking for a way to get closer to him? A way to spend time with him, to force him to put his attention on me? I wasn’t into that psychoanalysis bullshit, but I’d found myself committed to pissing him off, getting under his skin, in a way I hadn’t been with anyone else I’d worked with before. And I’d handle plenty of assholes like him through the years – there had to be something different about this, something different about why I was acting this way.
There was no way I could let that turn into anything. I mean, Avda would never – I had just seen him fucking a woman, for God’s sake, and even if he hadn’t been totally straight, he would never have wanted shit to do with me, with the way I’d been acting around him. I wouldn’t have blamed him if he tried to move back out to the compound he’d been working on before just to get away from me...
But I didn’t want that. I didn’t want him or Jo to go anywhere. And I had no idea what that said about me.
Before I knew it, I was back at my apartment building, and I tilted my head back and looked at the tower in front of me. I would be going home alone tonight. I doubted either of them would. I felt as though the sight of them together had been burned into my brain, the memory of it pressing in my head like it was the most important thing in the world. I wished I had been able to stick around a little longer, see what they looked like when they...
No. Nope. I wasn’t going to let my mind go there. I had to focus on myself, not on them. I worked with both of them, and I knew letting anything happen – even letting my brain stray to some of the ends it wanted to right now – would have landed me in more of a mess than I would ever be able to handle.
I pulled out another cig, lit it, and noticed that my hands were shaking slightly in the process. Not because of them, though – no, I wasn’t going to let myself believe that. I just needed a night’s rest, and when I woke up tomorrow, all of this would be nothing more than a distant memory.
Or, at least, that’s what I had to do my very best to believe. Because anything else was way more than I could take.
Chapter Nine – Avda
