Oh. Guess that works.
Brody nods at me from over his shoulder and intertwines his fingers with mine.
The feeling of them inside me floods my memory, zinging electricity through my body as he drags me through the door.
Thumping base thrums from my feet up to my ears. I blink a few times, trying to adjust to the instant darkness before Brody guides me past a curtain and onto the dance floor.
A kaleidoscope of color and people assaults my eyes. We stand in a huge, cavernous space that definitely shouldn’t fit into the building I saw from outside. Black walls covered in neon and graffiti surround us all the way up to the ceiling. Spiral staircases lead up to small balconies where clubbers drink, talk, and disappear under tabletops. The floor sticks to the bottom of my shoes, and the crush of bodies warms my skin.
The cloying scent of sweat and alcohol and musk invades my nose and throat.
I peek up at Brody with wide eyes.What the hell are we doing here?
He cracks a smile as he bends close to my ear, his teeth glowing purple in the black light. “Follow me.”
Like I have a choice. I’m not about to let him lose me in this place.
He leads us to the center of the dance floor and yanks me close.
I’ve never been to a club. I definitely don’t know how to dance. Granted, a quick glance tells me that absolutely no one is paying any attention. Everyone’s drunk, high, or too busy sucking face—and other things—to notice us.
I find myself scanning the room for scary men dressed all in black or the gleam of a gun pointed my way. The calm of the last few days spoiled me, only for the universe to yell,Psyche! A scream at life’s unfairness bubbles up at the back of my tongue.
Brody’s hands find my hips and tug me closer, and just like that, my mind blanks.
Maybe he’s attempting to blend in, but he’s holding me like we’re at a middle school dance and the principal’s watching.
Even with zero experience, I know that this will draw eyes rather than help us hide in the crowd.
“Here.” I move his hands lower so he can grab a fistful of my ass in each palm. “Pull me into you like you mean it.”
With a raised brow, he obeys. Heat blazes through my veins when I feel him halfway to an erection.
I glance up at his face to find him scanning the crowd, all business, and scowling into darker corners.
So much for blending in.
I grab his cheeks and guide his face toward me. Between the strobe lights and the bass still pumping through my limbs, I feel like I need to yell to catch his attention. “Don’t use your normal enforcer glare, or they’ll spot us.” I drop my hands to his chest, resting them on the black t-shirt that’s growing moist from all the body heat. “Relax.”
I sway my hips in time with the beat, coaxing his to join the movement. Every time I graze his cock with my pelvis, he grows a little harder.
At least part of him enjoys this.
The next time I risk a peek at his face, his eyes go wide and his body tenses against mine, and not in the fun way.
I crane my neck, tracking his gaze across the hazy room.
Six men in dark camo barrel through the fringes of the crowd, like a herd of angry bulls crashing a party of playful flamingoes.
Shit!
I grasp the front of Brody’s shirt. “Kiss me. Now.” I yank him into me with so much force, our teeth clink.
The distraction tactic works. He sinks his tongue into my mouth and flips the switch in the blink of an eye.
I curl a leg around him, pressing my clit onto his cock. As his tongue plunges into my mouth, he digs his fingers into my ass.
If we live to talk about it, this kiss will be our salvation. If we don’t, well… Death by kiss isn’t a terrible way to go.
