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Tyler leans against the bar as he watches us. He seems relaxed, but after he had Mav kidnapped, I know he’s a lot more dangerous than he seems.
Only a stupid man would cross him by fucking with his girl. I don’t blame him either.
Draven is watching me too, his eyes tracking me carefully as I curl her hand in mine, basking in the warmth.
Layla really does remind me of the good in the world, and how long it’s been since I’ve let myself feel it. It explains a lot about the last five years, and why Mav and I allowed ourselves to get lost in the haze of pot.
Fuck, we haven’t smoked in days. I can’t tell you the last time that happened.
We seem to get the same high from being around her, and to be honest, it’s even better.
Looking down at the blonde-haired goddess, as we walk to the dance floor where people are practically fucking, I marvel at how damn feisty she is. She put Mav on his ass easily, even killing another who put his hands on her without permission, but there’s a vulnerability to Layla as well, and Mav and I are responsible for it.
We put the chink into her armor.
As we find a spot on the dance floor, I match Layla as she moves to the beat. While my eyes are glued to her, in the periphery I can see that a few people are actually fucking.
Smirking as I remember what the bouncer said, I pull her closer to me until she’s riding my thigh.
“Feeling adventurous?” I tease her as I kiss up her neck. The tequila makes her cheeks look flushed, even though it was just a shot. Layla’s eyes widen as she’s on her tip-toes trying to stay balanced, and her hands fly up to my shoulders, clenching to find purchase.
My arm wraps around her waist, my lips by her ear. “I won’t let you fall, I promise. Never again, you hear me?”
Her uncertain look guts me, and I skim my fingers up her leg to find she moved her knife to her thigh.
“I have a story to tell you. You’re going to ride my thigh as you listen. If you come before I finish, you can walk away. What do you think?” I ask her.
I don’t want to push, but I’m going to have to. This isn’t the best place to tell her this since it’s loud, but I’m taking a page from Mav’s book. Sometimes there’s never a good time to bare your soul.
And it’s a sex club for me.
If she doesn’t want to listen, my thigh is right against her hot pussy. I can feel how warm she is, and my cock is straining against my zipper. This isn’t about me right now though, it never will be when it comes to her.
I’ll grovel for the rest of my life if it means I can be near her.
Layla’s eyes harden into a wicked gleam as she swivels her hips, finding a rhythm. “With this thick, hard tool…I don’t think that’ll be a problem,” she says, her breath hitching as she rubs her clit in just the right way.
“That’s it, Baby,” I rumble into the shell of her ear. “You take whatever you need while I tell you a story. Fuck, you’re so sexy.”
Taking a deep breath even as my chest starts to feel tight, I struggle to get my thoughts together. I’m too young for a heart attack, so this must be what anxiety feels like. Focusing on Layla’s beautiful face as her eyes start to hood, I tell myself this is the right thing to do.
I need to be honest with myself and her.
“When Lennon asked us to tour with you, Mav and I thought it would be a fun way to get to know you,” I begin gruffly. I keep my lips by her ear, my hips moving of their own accord, my fingers rubbing the small expanse of skin exposed to the world above her skirt.
Needing to be closer, I want to throw her leg over my hip, but I don’t want her to come yet.
I’ll play dirty and edge her, if only so she can hear my truth.
“I’m listening,” Layla murmurs, gasping as I rock her against me.
“We started going out to eat, exploring the cities we were visiting even with our crazy schedule, and Mav and I found ourselves attracted to a girl for the first time in years,” I confess.
“Why years?” she whimpers. Fuck, Layla feels so good against me. Too good.
Nipping her neck with my teeth, I enjoy her yelp of surprise at the slight pain. I want to confuse her body so she won’t come yet, though she’s soaking my thigh. She’s so damn responsive. Goddamn.
“Speaking for myself, I lost interest in women. They always wanted something from us, and it’s hard to get involved long-term with someone when you’re touring,” I explain, kissing her neck where I bit her.
