And his cocaine, I realise. Thrasher’s baggie is still glued to my left underboob, and I highly doubt he wants to take that with Jake. I start laughing and find I can’t stop. Maybe it’s not the revenge I planned, but it’s still been a bad night for Daniel ‘Thrasher’ Thompson.
When we reach the hallway, Jake slaps my ass hard enough to sting. “I hope you do fuckin’ love ice cream, Ada, because the second we get upstairs, you’re sucking it off my cock.”
I have about a hundred new things to consider, most of them bad, but right now I’m just happy I’m wearing thigh-high stockings.
11
Cece
Iknew Ada was loud in bed; our Euro-trip made thatveryclear, but right now everyone in Afterglow can hear her moaning, the headboard pounding the wall, and Jake’s nonstopfilthymouth.
“Christ, you’re so fuckin’ wet for me. You missed this, Ada? You missed takin’ my cock?”
“Yes. God.Yessss.”
“Good girl. Nuh-uh. None of that. You’re not tapping out ’til I say you can.”
I’m not much for exhibitionism, or I don’tthinkI am. I’ve never had much opportunity to try it out, but there’s something undeniably hot about being so crazy about someone you don’t give a damn who hears. My thoughts drift to Will Sharpe. I picture us upstairs, going at it while customers listen below. A shiver runs through me. I wonder if he’s as unhinged in bed as Jake?
The thudding upstairs somehow gets louder, and I doubt it. Jake gives a shocked laugh that turns vicious. “That’s it, you sexy little bitch, all over me. That’s right. You gonna fuckin’ thank me?”
“Thank you,” Ada whimpers. “Thank you so much…”
“Louder. And say my fuckin’ name. I want everyone down there to know whose dick you’re coming on.”
“Thank you, Jake!”
“Louder.Scream it, or I swear to God, Ada?—”
I sprint to the jukebox and crank the bass to maximum. The floor shudders to the beat of ‘Summertime Sadness,’ mercifully drowning out the X-rated symphony upstairs.
I look around the bar; none of the customers seem upset by the free show, but a few people have their phones out, probably recording it. Ada won’t be happy when she ends up going viral as the woman begging Jake to keep going. But maybe the publicity will be good: come drink in the bar where you might hear Jake Graves-Holland call a girl a sexy little bitch as he screws her!
I exhale and steal a look at the door. Davis is watching me. His hazel eyes narrow, a flicker of something strange passing over his face. I’m suddenly hyper-aware of his bare arms and massive hands…
I bet Davis is as unhinged in bed as Jake…
Heat shoots through me, andI force a smile and drop my gaze, looking for a glass, any glass, to clear. I walk to a booth on the opposite end of the room and collect an empty pint, when an airy stillness descends.
I follow the gaze of my staring patrons to find all eyes firmly trained on the All Black at the customer’s water station.
Jake’s hair is rumpled, his T-shirt is inside out. He pours himself a water and chugs it, his face set in that unreadable way of his.
I’m at his side in seconds. “Um, hi, everything okay up there?”
Jake blinks like he’s surprised to see me in my own bar. “Hey. Yeah, everything’s good.”
“Okay. How’s?—”
“I’m taking Ada back to mine,” he says, swiping a hand across his mouth.
“Consensually?”
He nods, refilling his glass and draining it again.
Ada stumbles out of the stairwell.Her dress bunched at the waist, her lips swollen, and her hair a wild tangle, but she’s glowing. No, she’sradiant.
“Hi, Cece,” she says, flashing me a dazed smile. “It’s okay, I want to go with Jake.”
