I grabbed his arm. “He’s the guy that Scott Benson and his brothers stripped naked, and zip-tied to the basketball hoop in the middle of the gym sophomore year.”
“No fuckin’ way,” he hissed out. “Jesus, it was all over social media.”
I bit my lip and nodded.
“The same guy you rushed over to and wrapped your hoodie around, grabbing scissors from your backpack to cut him down.”
I nodded again, biting back tears at the memory. “Well, no one else was going to help him, Flash,” I rasped. “They just stood there laughing with their phones out.”
Flash had been gone at an away game that day, or I’m sure he would have helped me.
I frowned. “Why didn’t I remember him?”
“He barely looks like himself, baby. I didn’t recognize him, either.” He stroked my cheek. “Looks like he’s left high school behind him, right? So you don’t have to be sad, Tater. He’s made a mint and he’s the big man on campus, so it’s all good.”
“Those wounds cut deep, though, honey, and no amount of money can heal it.” I gripped the lapels of his jacket. “Why wouldn’t he say something if he knew who you were?”
“Did he say he knew who I was?”
“No, but he knew exactly who I was.”
“Wait.” Flash met my eyes. “What do you mean, he knew who you were?”
“He called me by my name. I originally just assumed you’d told him.”
“I did not,” he growled. “Don’t like that, Tate.”
“I don’t like it much, either,” I admitted with a shudder.
Flash wrapped his arms around me. “Let’s get back to the club and forget about Lionel Grundy. I’ve got a surprise for you.”
“As long as it ends with me wrapped around your naked body, I’m in.”
It did.
But first, he walked me (blindfolded) into a freshly painted and updated room at the club, complete with an iron four-poster, queen bed with canopy, new sheets, and a lock that only we and his father had the key to.
“Does this jump the line for someone else?” I asked, as I slid his cut from his shoulders.
“No,” he promised. “Right now, I’m the only one of the younger patches who has a woman who needs it. When that changes, we’ll adjust. Mom wants to add more rooms, so there are plans to renovate a few more spaces anyway.”
I cupped his face, smiling up at him. “This means we can stay at the club more often, which means we can drink a little more while we’re here.”
“Yeah, baby, that’s exactly what it means.” He slid his hands to the zipper of my dress, lowering it all the way before pushing the fabric from my body and letting it fall to my feet.
I stood before him in just my bra, panties, and heels.
“Jesus, is that what you had on underneath all night?”
I grinned. “Yep.”
I wore a black lace thong and matching bra. Both of which were practically see-through.
He grinned slowly running his finger between my breasts. “Leave your panties and the heels on, Tate.”
I shivered, biting my lip as I nodded, unhooking my bra, and dropping it on the floor. He let out a quiet hiss as he cupped my breasts, leaning down and running his tongue over one nipple then the other. I gripped his arms as he worked my nipples, almost bringing me to orgasm, but stopping short, straightening, and kissing me instead.
“Flash,” I hissed out in frustration.
