Some of my rage ebbs when Camryn scowls and shrugs off his hands, before turning away from him to rejoin the group of women I’ve come to recognize. They are all here, two of them heavily pregnant, along with Jacqueline, Tatum, and the young woman with the purple glasses and long braid.
“What are you going to do?” Sloane’s voice pulls me out of my black rage.
“Nothing. She’s 24 years old and I’m over 40 with too much baggage, but it doesn’t stop me from wanting to kill every motherfucker in here who even dares to approach her.”
“Does Jace know?”
“No.” I scan the crowd, making sure to keep an eye on any other asshole who wants to approach her. “What is there to tell? I won’t touch her.” I have to be content with watching her from afar. Every aspect of her life is on my radar, and a few days ago, when she attempted to drive that vintage piece of shit she called a car, I’d had enough. The wheels are shitty. The transmission is even shittier. It was also leaking a ton of oil. I broke into her friend’s indoor garage and replaced gaskets and seals. I had new tires added and replaced the worn transmission parts.
“I thought I had a mess on my hands,” Sloane says, wincing. He raises his drink in my direction, taking a long sip. “We’re both fucked.”
He leaves me, heading straight for his gorgeous red-headed complication. They start dancing, and Sloane’s face is filled with lust. The same shit that must be mirrored on mine. He has the freedom to approach his woman. I, on the other hand, have to take scraps like watching her from afar, lusting in secret because of the shit in my life. But I move closer and settle against the wall next to Onyx. Keeping an eye on her. Her tinkling laughter reaches me, and as much as I hate that I can’t touch her, I like that she’s enjoying herself. She’s only had two drinks, but lots of water between. She’s also not leaving her drink alone.
Smart woman. Our eyes meet across the sea of people, and I see the moment she steps into the power she has over me and begins to dance. For me.
Good, girl. Keep dancing. Show me you’re mine.
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.”
