My gaze involuntarily scans the entire top floor, trying to seek out Mason, but it’s such an immense space, and I doubt I could find him amongst all these people. We see a spot at the bar and slide in, ordering nine shots and a vodka cranberry chaser to take with us.
“Cheers, bitches,” Megan smiles.
We down our shots one after another, all of us struggling by the third. Tiesto’s “Wasted” starts to blare through the speakers, and the girls squeal as they slam down their shot glasses. I grab their hands, pulling them to the top of the steps that lead to the dance floor.
I’m about to take the first step when my eyes lift, locking on Charlie’s. He stands at the opposite side of the opening—close to where we stood at the bar moments ago. His forearms rest against the railing with his glass hung leisurely from the tips of his fingers.
Holy shit. I forgot how hot they all are.
Mason and Elliot stand off to the side, engaged in a conversation with a man I haven’t seen before. I quickly lift my finger to my lips and plead with my eyes at Charlie.
He shakes his head, a smile tugging at his lips.
“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 ended up at Melders tonight—not that it was our intention. Elliot had a phone call from Cece that had Vinny bringing us here. Cece is a model Elliot met a few years back and who he 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’s a dancer, but this is different. She is so immersed in 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.
