Rocking back and forth, I lose all sense of time and place. Existing only in this moment. Feeling only the unadulterated bliss he gives me with each stroke of his tongue. Each small nibble of his teeth. Each sweep of his fingers.
It works me into a frenzy, hips undulating on his face until I reach a crescendo, screaming his name as I hold onto his hair.
He guides my leg back to the ground and looks up at me, face gleaming with evidence of my release. “So fucking perfect.”
I feel like melting into the floor but manage to stay upright as he comes up to standing, a smirk playing on his handsome face. I can tell he’s hard. Cock pressing against his pants, but he makes no move to take care of it.
“Come on, we have to get going. We don’t want to be late.” He says, grabbing my hand.
“Aren’t you going to clean up?”
“Nah, I want to keep the taste of you on me.”
My mouth pops open as I follow him, our hands clasped together as we head into what might be one of the most dangerous and stupid decisions I’ve made in years.
CHAPTER 22
ACE
27 YEARS OLD
The club is loud,pulsating with music and strobe lights that I can see and hear from the street. I check my coat and phone at the door, going through the metal detector to show I’m unarmed. Signs are posted that no video or photography is allowed. I’ve, however, managed to obtain an undetectable camera that’s stuffed between Hazel’s breasts.
She looks incredible in her skintight black leather strapless dress. It accentuates every single curve, making me wish we could stay home instead. I’d have her bent over my lap and screaming my name if I had my way. But bringing down my brother and clearing her record is more important.
“Fingerprints.” A brusk sounding bouncer demands.
This is the tricky part. I’ve had special ones made for just this occasion. It’s been months in the works, but I hadn’t thought Hazel would be with me. Thankfully, I had several sets made in case anything was to happen to one.
I offer up my thumb and a fucking prayer to the universe as I hold my breath while it scans the print.
“Clear.”
Relief is short-lived as I walk in and wait for Hazel, watching intently as the alarm goes off on the metal detectors.
Her big doe eyes find mine looking nervous.
“Hair clip, out. Try again.”
She takes her ornate glitter clip out from her hair and goes through the machine one more time.
I feel like I’m about to pass out as I watch her walk through the machine. This time, she’s clear, and given back her hair clip by the security guard. Her fingerprints are next, but they give her no problem.
“Shall we?” I ask, holding my arm out for her. She grabs it tightly, as if she needs me to steady her. Sure enough, as we walk, there’s a slight wobble in her gait.
Having studied the layout for weeks, I know that we have about ten feet to go before we’re able to mingle amongst the other guests. We quickly discard the fake fingerprints while we have a chance and I pull her body into mine. Steadying her as we walk together.
“You’re doing great.” I whisper in her ear, loud enough so that she can hear me, but not loud enough to arouse suspicion. I’d bought her some noise canceling earplugs that allow her to hear conversations but block out the excess sounds. My research into her agoraphobia led me to them, and she was willing to try them out. I know it’s not a fix, but if it helps her feel more comfortable, then I’m all for it.
The hallway opens up into a large dance floor, where people are already mingling and dancing. Some even fucking out in the open. But I’m sure the mask adds that layer of protection where people feel free to carry out their fantasies. I’d fuck my girl right here in front of everyone just to show them who she belongs to if we had time.
I can tell that even with all the preparation I’d gone over with Hazel, she’s still shocked by the display in front of us. Her plush mouth hangs open as she takes in the scene. Several women and men hang from the ceiling, tied up in Shibari type ropes asonlookers do as they please. Stripper poles are dotted along the room, with dancers showing off their sensual moves, discarding clothes as they go. Most everyone is in a different state of undress, taking their pleasure unapologetically.
The place is a logistical labyrinth, with the dance floor as the center and rooms sprouting off in all directions. From the map I’d studied, Kyle would be heading to one of the VIP sanctioned areas upstairs. But as far as I can tell, everyone has to walk through this area first. We’ll wait and follow him up when he finally makes his appearance.
Quickly, I realize that if we keep standing here gawking, we’ll be found out, so I grab onto Hazel and start dancing with her. Feeling her body with my hands and gripping onto those luscious curves I’ve come to love so much. She moves with me easily, bending and swaying to the beat. Her ass finds its way to my pelvis, and I can feel myself swelling in my pants. Responding to how only she can make me feel.
We have at least a half an hour before my brother arrives, and I plan to take advantage of every minute. Letting myself get caught up in the magic that is her and the way she makes me feel. How she’s made me feel from even when we were just kids.
