“Claire,” I whispered.
She turned her head and took my lips in a needy kiss. Increasing the tempo, she crashed over the edge as I swallowed her moans.
When she pulled back, her eyes were glazed over and her cheeks rosy. With one final flick on her bean, I pulled my hand away, resetting her underwear back in place, trailing my finger down the inside of her thigh, proud of the sticky mess there. I’d done that. I was responsible. And I was fucking proud of myself.
Lifting my fingers to my lips, I licked them clean, and Claire shuddered at the sight. She was more delicious than any of the food filling the table.
Leaning over, Claire placed a chaste kiss on my lips, and all I could do was smirk. After everything that had just happened, now she was acting prim and proper. That might be the role she was playing but it was a damn good thing I knew better.
“I’m just going to go and clean up,” she whispered as she slid from my lap, smirking when she saw the wet spot on my jeans.
As she sauntered across the dancefloor towards the bathrooms on the other side of the club, my eyes didn’t leave her. What we’d done had been reckless. Stupid even. And it was the hottest moment of my life.
“Do I even want to know?” Angus asked, setting his phone back on the table.
“Nope.”
“Didn’t think so.”
Suddenly ravenous, I grabbed a spring roll and took a huge bite. While Hamish went to the bar to get another round of drinks, we stuffed ourselves, laughing as we watched Claire’s brother Isaac try and pick up a girl in the tightest leather pants I’d ever seen. Good luck trying to get into them, mate.
“Where’s Claire?” Beth asked, leaning across in front of me to grab a slice of pizza, her boobs right in my face.
“She went to the bathroom,” I answered unable to keep the smirk from my lips.
“Yeah, but wasn’t that ten minutes ago?”
Shit! Was it? Surely it couldn’t be. I could still smell her on my fingers.
Leaping to my feet, I glanced down at Beth who was staring at me with confusion.
“Come with me,” I practically growled at Beth, grabbing her wrist and half-dragging her across the dancefloor. If Claire was in the bathroom, I couldn’t go in there, but I had no qualms about sending Beth in.
After getting bumped and knocked around, a beer was sloshed all over my leg, soaking through my jeans, we stepped out of the darkness into the harshly lit hallway. Hearing voices, I increased my pace hurrying towards the noise. Something in the pit of my stomach was screaming at me that this was all wrong.
“Get off me,” a voice I recognised declared forcefully.
“A slut like you wants it. Look at you. Dressed like a whore. Don’t act like you don’t…”
The disgusting drunk didn’t manage to get another word out before my fist connected with his jaw with a sickening crack.
