Pressing her back against the wall, I cage her in with my arms and look down at her.
“I’ll give you one last time to back out.”
“From the looks I’ve seen everyone give you, I’m surprised that you’d hesitate. Aren’t you trying to intimate everyone?”
“I don’t need to intimate a goddamn person.”
“And why’s that?” She asks as my hand travels up her bare thigh.
“Because they all already know who I am.”
“And who’s that?” Her voice is hoarse as she says it.
“Someone you don’t want to piss off.” I tell her.
Lifting her thigh up, hooking it around my body, and then running my hand underneath the skirt. The breath of her gasp trickles over my ear as I slide her panties to the side and plunging my middle finger inside of her.
She gasps, bringing a grin to my face as her hands come around me again, gripping a hold of my body and pulling me in close to her.
“What?” I laugh into her ear as I slip another one inside. “I thought you were in to this?” I work them in her as she slightly groans into my ear.
“I—I…” She trails, not being about to finish her thought.
“Come on, baby. Don’t tempt me because I’m not ashamed to fuck you right here.” I whisper again, her walls clenching around my fingers. “That’s right. I want you to cum all over my fingers, right here.” She moans, gripping onto me tighter.
I hear the door slam shut from the other side of the room. I’m sure more people are watching us than paying attention to the loud noise coming from up the stairwell.
“Shit.” I whisper as I see Dustin emerge from the hallway. Our eyes lock, and he nods in my direction. I pull my fingers out from inside of her, causing a stifled whimper to come out before I lean into her. “We’ve got to go.” Moving her panties back into place and setting her foot down to balance herself.
Her eyes filled with lust. I let us have one more second as I reach my hand up, thrusting my fingers into her mouth. I don’t even have to say a word before she’s wrapping her lips around and sucking them clean on her own.
Grabbing a hold of her hand, I pull her in the opposite direction, which we came into the club. Then up the stairs before we hear the door burst in and feet moving on the stairs.
“What the fuck?” Tatum calls out from behind me as I tug her along, slipping into a tunnel and waiting for only a brief second until she is inside behind me before slamming the door shut. “Zane?” She questions me as I lace my fingers with hers, still walking only slightly slower now that we’re somewhat secure in here. “What the hell was that?”
“I told you I’d let you know. That was the club being raided.”
She pulls her hand out of mine, causing me to stop and turn to look at her. She stands, just staring up at me, in shock.
“So while you were trying to get me off, the club got raided?”
“First of, there was notrying, but yes.”
And the giggle that comes out of her brings a smile to my own face.
“This is fucking absurd.”
“At least, it’ll be a memorable birthday.” I shrug, feeling somewhat embarrassed at what I am saying.
“Aw.” She leans into me, placing a kiss on my lips, and I can’t help but smile. Pushing aside and sort of warning alarm that’s going off in my head.
I hear the door rattle from where we came into the tunnel, almost as if someone else was trying to come in through this way. I pull away from her, pulling her behind me, trying to keep the sound of our feet down before we come up to the clearing.
My arms grip around him as we ride down the gravel path that leads back to the grounds where Zane’s house is. I haven’t asked him where we are, or who he is, but I am slowly figuring it out. I overheard a few people talking at the club, and one of the girls in the line for the bathroom asked me how I knew him.
And the worried look that he pulled from the men who were ogling me was fucking hot. But nothing was hotter than him pinning me against the wall.
I’ve had a killer case of lady blue-balls since we had to leave. The vibration of the bike underneath me has been edging me since we left.
