“It looks really good on you,” I assure her with a smile.
The whole time, my mind was conjuring images of me running my hands through those curls as she feasted on me for hours. I shivered at the thought. When my eyes connected with hers again, she had a knowing look on her face, and she smirked. She was so damn fine.
“Thank you, Siren,” she replies before leaning in to kiss me.
“Okay, enough of the lovey dovey,” Ginger said, butting through the trance that we’d fallen into. She cocks her head, crossing her arms over her chest and staring up at Dawn. “At least let me get a little tipsy first before I have to endure y’all eyefucking each other all night.”
“Nice to see you too, Ginger,” she chuckles before pulling her in for a hug. When they break apart, she takes my hand. “Come on. I got a section just for us.”
We follow her through the crowded room, maneuvering past people who were either dancing, standing around, or getting drunk off their assses. Dawn held my hand tighter, and I held Ginger’s to make sure she didn’t get lost in the crowd. We walked up a flight of stairs and reached a room that had a balcony overlooking the dance floor. Dawn nodded at the man out front, and he nodded back before opening the door and letting us in.
Three heads turned toward us as soon as we entered the room, and I could hear Ginger gasp beside me. I glanced over to see what was wrong, and she was staring past me. I followed her gaze to see her eyes locked on Sammie as she took a hit of the blunt in her hands. Not gonna lie, she looked good, but what was new? Every time I saw her, she had that shit on. Dawn had told me not too long ago that fashion was one of her passions outside of music, which was evident by the perfectly coordinated outfits she showcased on her IG. She could very well be a model if she wanted to.
From her blemish-free chocolate skin, to the drop-dead gorgeous smile she often accessorizes with diamonds and golds, to the blended masculine and androgynous energy she exudes, it was easy to understand why Ginger was stuck on her. She was 100% her type.
“Look who finally decided to show up,” Sammie joked as she got up to greet us as we made our way over. Esmé waved, but she was too busy tonguing down the person sitting on her lap. After hugging me, Sammie licked her lips and smiled at Ginger. “And who’s your beautiful friend, Raine?”
“Ginger Lee,” she replied, batting her eyelashes.
“Your name is Gingerly?” Sammie asked, amused. She nodded.
“Technically,” she chucked. “Although…” She stepped forward, placing her hand on Sammie's chest and looking up at her seductively. “There’s nothing careful or cautious about me.”
“Is that so?” she chuckled, placing a hand on her waist and pulling her into her arms. “You like a little adventure, I see.”
“Oh, I love it.”
“Mmm, come bring yo fine ass over here and tell me more then, baby.”
I watched in amusement as they made their way over to the edge of the sofa, and Ginger sat happily on Sammie’s lap. Theygot to flirting, and I finally turned my attention back to Dawn, who had an equally amused look on her face.
“Damn, we should have introduced them earlier,” she joked, and I nodded. She takes my hand in hers and leads me over to the small bar area. “What you drinkin’?”
“Surprise me. Nothing too strong, though. I’m the designated driver tonight.”
“Look at you being the responsible one,” she jokes as she proceeds to mix a drink. I chuckle as my eyes focus on her movements. It was almost like second nature to her. Damn…was she good at everything? “What?”
“Nothing. Just admiring your skills,” I smiled. “You never cease to amaze me. You can sing, you can write and produce music, you can speak Portuguese and Spanish, you’re amazing at volleyball,andyou can bartend? You’re the whole package, mama.”
“Oh, I like hearing you call me that,” she admits, stopping her movements. A devious look flashes across her face, and she steps closer to me. “I wonder how you sound calling me Papi.” Her hands travel to my hips, and she pulls me to her chest. She kisses my neck, and I moan, my hands finding their way to her hair again. She then whispers, “Better yet, I think I wanna hear you call me Daddy as I’m deep in this pussy.”
She reached between us and cupped my pussy through my jeans. She rubbed gently, and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning loudly. I couldn’t believe that she was touching me like this in front of everyone, but I didn’t want her to stop. Hell, I probably wouldn’t have cared if she had me right there on the bar. My head was spinning from the combination of the scent of her fragrance and her hands on me. It was always like this when we were around each other. She couldn’t keep her hands off me, and vice versa.
“Dawn,” I finally whispered, taking hold of her wrist to stop her. She looks down at me with an innocent smile. “If you keep going, there’s gonna be a mess to clean up.”
She doesn’t reply, but I can see the wheels turning in her head. She takes a step back and lets me go. I peek over at the others and realize that they weren’t paying us a lick of attention. Esmé was still swapping spit with her plus one, and Ginger was doing the same with Sammie. The next thing I knew, Dawn was taking my hand and leading me out of the room.
She led me down the stairs and down a hall toward the bathrooms. I thought for sure that we were going to pick this up in one of the stalls, but she surprised me by surpassing them and stopping at a door at the end of the hall. She entered a code into the keypad, and it buzzed open. What greeted us on the other side of the door was an elevator, and I looked at her, confused.
“You trust me?” she asked with a smile.
“Yes,” I nod.
“Follow me.”
As we entered, the door closed behind us, and she pressed a button on the keypad before scanning her thumb. As we started to move, she took my hand and kissed it softly. After a short ride, the doors opened again to reveal a short hallway. There were two doors on either side, and she directed me to the door on the left, which she opened with yet another code.
The light automatically flickered on as we stepped over the threshold, the door closing and locking behind us. A large office space came into view, fully furnished with bookshelves, a large desk, a sofa, a coffee table, and even a small kitchenette. There were two doors on one side, which she informed me were a bathroom and a closet.
