“God, you’re a fucking pussy,” Matt calls out.
Nate shakes his head, punching his brother in the arm. Hard.
“Ouch, fuck head.”
“Don’t punch like a pussy, do I?” Nate quips.
I smirk as we all leave from the back of the studio to celebrate.
Chapter Fourteen
TILLIE
The music seeps into my soul while we head up the stairs to the VIP section of the bar as a bunch of girls scream for the guys. The thumping of the bass reverberates through me, making my eardrums hurt and my insides vibrate. I look at them while the guys wave and lap up the attention.
Entering the VIP lounge, Danger, Lunar, Ryan, and I head toward a booth while the others go straight for the bar. I slide in next to Ryan, and Lunar’s opposite us while Danger announces over the constant beat of the music that he’s going to get us some drinks.
Lunar looks at me and Ryan and smiles. “So… are you two okay?”
We look at each other and nod.
“Yes, we’re good,” I reply.
“Good, ’cause I like you two together. You’re great for each other.”
“Thanks, Lunar,” Ryan answers.
“Plus, Tillie liked you when you were tubby, so you know it must be real.”
I blush, and Ryan grins. “I’m not totally fit yet, Lunar.”
“No, you may not have rock-hard abs, but that beer gut has gone. And don’t think I haven’t noticed the hard work you’re doing on yourself, Ry. Your tummy’s flat, and your biceps are bulging. You’ll have a six-pack in no time.”
I clench my thighs together at the thought. I can’t say I have not noticed Ryan’s transforming body. He was hot before, but as each week passes, he’s toning, and his muscles appear to be bigger than ever.
“Cocktails for the ladies, whiskey for me, and soda water on the rocks for my man, Ry,” Danger says, placing the drinks in front of us. I smile, knowing Danger’s helping Ryan with his health kick. I know the doctor scared Ryan, so it’s good to see he has support and is taking this seriously.
“Thanks, babe,” Lunar calls out as Danger slides into the booth beside her.
“Let’s hope we don’t have a repeat performance in this VIP lounge as we did in the last one we visited.” Danger smirks.
Ryan chuckles, and I roll my eyes. “Yeah, I’d prefer to keep my nose in one piece, thanks. Although another round with Debt Money could get us on another talkback show. What do you think, Tillie?”
“I think we need to be on our best behavior. Thanks, boys.”
Ryan smirks while his hand moves under the table and shifts to my thigh. I risk a glance at him as the warmth from his hand radiates right up my leg and straight to my pussy. He seems to notice and squeezes a little, moving his hand even higher up my leg.
“Well, I, for one, don’t feel like cleaning any blood off either one of your gorgeous faces, so keep your tempers under control tonight, please,” Lunar says, but I can’t fricking concentrate.
Ryan’s hand on my thigh is doing crazy things to my mind. I pick up my cocktail, taking a slow sip through the straw. Ryan seems to notice and moves his hand up higher. I squeeze my legs together tighter, not only to stop him from moving his hand between my legs in public but also to dull the ache in my throbbing clit.
My body is aching for Ryan, and my mind is conjuring up all sorts of indecent thoughts of his lips against my neck, nipping, kissing, and sucking. My breath catches, then quickens as a bead of perspiration rolls down my temple. As my skin prickles in goose bumps, the warmth from his hand radiates right throughthe depths of my soul, which is making every inch of me burn for him. All I can think about is Ryan—every inch of him against every inch of me. I gasp as his hand tightens further on my thigh, and I can’t help but wish his hands were gripping my ass as he drives into me against a wall. As the scene plays out in my mind, everything throbs, and my heart rate spikes so fast I feel lightheaded, and my focus blurs.
“You okay, Tillie?” Danger asks.
I cough slightly as some of the cocktail I’m trying to sip becomes caught in my throat. As Ryan’s pinky grazes the top of my leg where it meets my pussy, my voice is lost, so all I can do is nod. I whimper slightly and suddenly stand, causing his hand to drop from my leg. I quickly step out of the booth, taking a deep and settling breath.
“I’m… just… ah… going to the bathroom. Excuse me,” I say and turn before I can see Ryan’s face. I’m not sure if it will be smug or hurt at me walking away, but I need air or a quick fuck. Either way, I had to get out of that situation because something was going to give, and if I didn’t move, I was going to jump Ryan right in that booth.
