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Everything else may not exist in the club right now. I know self consciously that it’s loud, and there are people all around us. Yet, in the twinkling light they have, it’s easy to forget them.
“You didn’t want a damn thing from us except our time,” I tell her, kissing the side of her lips. I don’t want to push too far after she refused to kiss me earlier. Layla’s breath gets raspier as her fingers slide into my hair.
Her curls sway across her back as she rocks over my thigh. I can see she needs more, so I throw caution to the wind and pull her leg over my thigh.
“That’s it, Baby Girl. Fuck, you look so sweet right now. Mmm,” I groan. “Layla, we ran from you five years ago, and it was like the sunshine left our world. I can speak for Mav because I guarantee he feels the same way. Music and getting stoned helped dull how we feel about you, the hole we carved out of our hearts.”
Layla shudders, a light sheen of sweat covering her forehead, but even that makes my heart pound. It doesn’t lessen her beauty in any way though.
It’s too bad my next words may push her away. Burying my face in her throat, I suck on her raging pulse as she moans. I’m so glad I’m not the only one affected right now.
“I don’t think your age was really why we pushed you away at all,” I rasp. I can feel tears, of all things, pricking my eyes. I can’t tell you the last time I cried. My feelings have been repressed for so long. Marijuana is a great way to push the real world away. Mav and I didn’t care that we lived in a drug haze, just so long as life stayed muted.
“Then why?” she cries out. Fuck, the things I want to do to this girl. I want to mark her, fuck her, fill her with my cum. Growling, I tell her my truth.
“Because I love you,” I tell her as her eyes roll back and she comes.
Holding her tightly, I reach between us, rubbing her clit through her panties, swallowing her noises as I kiss her.
She can cut my balls off later, they’re already partly hers anyway.
LAYLA
I’m kissing Atlas Ryles and I don’t want to disembowel him for it.
He tastes like tequila and salt as he kisses me like his life depends on it. As I brush his face with my fingers, I realize the reason why I taste salt is because he’s crying.
All I’ve ever experienced from Atlas is teasing, sarcasm, or cruelty. I never thought he could give me anything else.
“You what?” I gasp, tearing my mouth from his. Atlas is breathing hard, his fingers digging into my hip as if he’s terrified I’ll leave. I’ve wanted him to admit to feeling something, anything for me besides disdain for so long, that I think I’m in shock.
Brushing his thumb against my panty-covered clit once more to make me shiver, he moves his hand to my waist.
“I love you,” he repeats slowly to me.
“About fucking time, mate,” Draven mutters. We were so in our own world, neither of us noticed him walk up to us. “You good, Lovely?”
“I don’t know yet,” I rasp, eyes wide. I’m still having aftershocks from one of the best orgasms of my life in a sex club. I don’t know what to feel yet.
Setting my leg on the ground, Atlas makes sure I’m steady on my feet before he removes his leg from between my thighs and fixes my skirt.
“You don’t have to feel anything yet,” he says with a small smile. “I’m so sorry for hurting you, making you feel as if you weren’t worthy of everything you deserve. Layla, you deserve everything, Baby Girl. I’ll grovel at your feet forever if it means I can fix what Mav and I broke.”
Draven pulls me into his arms as Atlas takes one more look at me before turning and walking away. It doesn’t feel like he’s leaving me this time, but more giving me the space to figure out what just happened.
“What do you need?” Draven murmurs into my ear.
“Clarity and another shot,” I mutter, a hysterical giggle escaping at the insanity of the last few moments. My panties are wet and uncomfortable, and I’m wondering if it would be a terrible idea to remove them.
“I think the two of those cancel each other out,” he chuckles as he puts his hand on my back to guide me across the club to where Tyler and Mav are. “I’m going to watch you take this shot, so I can be whatever you need tonight.”
What is with the men in my life surprising me?
It doesn’t feel very long ago that Draven was doing anything and everything to drown out the noise of his life with drugs or alcohol. Now he’s abstaining to make sure I’m okay.
“You look confused and flushed,” Tyler says with a smile as he sees me.
“I am both things.” I pout. “My panties are wet and I’m uncomfortable.”
