“Please,” I mouth.
He dips his head in the direction the girls went, silently telling me to go. I hurry down the stairs and onto the dance floor, wondering how long it will be before he finds me.
* * *
Mase
We endedup at Melders tonight—not that it was our intention. Elliot had a phone call from Cece that had him sending Vinny here. Cece is a model who Elliot met a few years back and now meets up with whenever she’s in London.
The lack of privacy at Melders is one reason I hate it so much. Too many people know me here. When I finish work for the week, I want to shut off from it, not come somewhere like this, where people only want to talk to you because of the size of your wallet.
“Lowell,” Charlie says with a nod, summoning me. I walk to the railing and stand beside him. He smiles, then looks down at the dance floor.
I go to ask what, but the moment I glance at the dance floor, I see her.
In a sea of people that I can barely make out, she shines like a light.Does she have this pull on everyone, or is it just me?I frown as I watch her. She is breathtaking to watch. I know she is a dancer, but this is different. She is so immersed with the song, her body so in tune with the music she seems at one with it.
Lance and Elliot step up beside us to see what’s caught our attention.
Elliot elbows me. “Hey, isn’t that Pixie?”
“Where? Which one?” Sullivan asks.
“Brunette, tight white dress. Fuck, Mase, please tell me you are on that!” Elliot says, not taking his eyes off her.
“Another money-hungry bitch attaching herself for your money?” Lance pops a brow in question and laughs, taking a swig of beer.
“Shut the fuck up,” I deadpan. If he wasn’t my best friend, I wouldn’t be tolerating his shit.
Charlie stands looking out at the girls, not saying a word, already in protective mode. Poor fucker is warped. “I’m going to take a piss,” I say, walking in the direction of the dance floor.
“Good luck, mate. Hey, if she won’t hold your cock I’m sure Lancey will,” Elliot says, clasping Lance on the shoulder with all the force I’d put behind the punch.
I stand off to the side of the dance floor, unable to take my eyes off her. Her delicate hands glide over her body, moving from her thighs to her hips and then to her perfectly round tits. Men and women stop to watch her—it’s not just me. She has us all captivated.
She steals a moment lifting a drink to her lips, and it has my body moving forward on impulse. I slide up behind her, my hand smoothing across her stomach and sprawling out over her ribs, pulling her flush against me. My face instantly goes to her neck, which is blanketed in her thick hair. I inhale deeply as my other hand takes hold of the drink at her lips.
She doesn’t flinch. She knew I was watching her, and she wanted me to see.
“I promised you when you were sober,” I whisper into her ear, taking the lobe between my teeth.
She shivers, sighing heavily as her body relaxes into mine. She lets me take her drink, her head falling to my chest as she looks up over her shoulder at me. Our noses touch, our mouths only an inch apart. “I don’t know how much I will be able to tolerate tonight, Nina.”
“Tolerate what, Mase?” she hums, bringing her lips even closer.
“This,” I say, running my hands up her waist. I bend my knees, grinding her ass onto my dick.
“Then don’t.” She starts to move her body to the music, my control slipping further from my grasp with every roll of her hips.
I pass her drink off to some random girl who is standing staring at us, and she takes it without question.Fucking weirdo. Nina notices and goes to step away from me, but I grasp her before she is out of reach, pulling her back to me; she throws her head back over my shoulder, laughing. I bet the boys are fucking loving this. “I’m here with the girls, but if you’re a good boy, I will let you take me home later,” she promises.
“How about I take you home right now?” I lean in, sucking on the underside of her jaw, my arms wrapped tightly around her waist.
“Later.” She looks up at me. “I promise when I’m sober,” she says, pulling at my arms and stepping from my hold. She grabs the hand of the girl who is still standing staring at us, and then they skirt off through the crowded dance floor.
Leaving me alone and with a raging hard-on.
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