“Then why don’t you?” Justin sounded bored as he brought his beer to his lips.
“Dude, she’s so fucking into you, I won’t stand a chance. I’ve seen the way she and her friend eye-fuck you,” Mark snorted. “And if you waste this opportunity, I’m so going to have you deballed at practice.”
“If I go within an inch of her, Samantha will have my balls—”
“Yeah, but this chick’s a virgin and I’m definitely sure you weren’t Samantha’s first,” Mark scoffed. “Besides, there’s two other guys interested in her and I believe they’re meeting her and her friend at Insanity tonight.”
That titbit got my hackles up.Jesus Christ, what is that girl thinking?I’d heard of Insanity, a nightclub Rhett mentioned on his last visit. While it was swanky, it was a known playground for drugs.
Fists clenched, teeth grinding, I made my way back to Rhett. “Feel like a visit to Insanity?”
Frowning, he downed his whiskey and stood. “Youwant to go to a nightclub?”
Mark’s words played like an incessant loop in my head. Someone wanted to fuck Levana and I wanted to know who. How I got to the truth, didn’t matter. “I’ll fill you in on the way,” I muttered grabbing my jacket. Now was as good a time as any to let Rhett in on the details of my sick fascination with a girl half my fucking age.
“Holy fucking smokes...you...all this time,” Rhett exclaimed.
I’d just divulged everything that happened since my first meeting with Levana on her school tour. Oddly and unsure why, I didn’t tell him about her being my chosen girl, the night of the ritual. Perhaps I did it protect her.
“Snow?” he asked when he’d calmed down enough to form a coherent sentence.
I shrugged zipping around a couple of taxis. “Feels like it could be her.”
“How hot is she?” He sounded fascinated, probably because I showed more than a bit of interest in someone. “You didn’t let on the last time I asked.”
“Let’s just say that when she leaves the room, I spend several consecutive hours in a stiff-legged toddling pain,” I grunted hating the effect she had on me.
“Blue balls.” Rhett chuckled.
“Is there anything worse,” I muttered, turning into the basement parking.
“I’m truly fascinated.” He climbed out the car. “And we’re here because?”
Grabbing my phone and jacket, I stepped out the car, locked it and pocketed my keys. “Apparently, she’s about to give herself away.”
Rhett’s brow furrowed momentarily before he grasped my meaning. “No fucking way we’re letting that happen,” he grunted. “What’s the plan?” he asked as we walked toward the ramp leading up to the club’s entrance.
“We play it low-key. If her friend is with her and I’m sure of it, keep her entertained. I’ll point her out, but I don’t want Levana knowing you’re with me.”
“Got it,” he replied as we entered.
The unsuspecting stillness we encountered a second ago, morphed into resonate music filling the air through invisible speakers. Ironically, the sound wasn’t typical of a raving club but a subtle variation thereof. Round black sofas and leather booths scattered around a substantial sized dancefloor hosted a few gyrating bodies. Lighting, a mixture of warm blues and reds, encased the dimly lit place in an erotic sensuality making it an ideal setup for lovers seeking solace in each other’s arms.
My heart raced at the thought, hoping Levana hadn’t done what she’d set out to do. Thankfully, the place wasn’t busy—probably still early for the rampant partygoers. Which meant it would be easier to find her.
Fingers clenched, I scanned the floor, my heart going berserk inside my chest. The erratic boom of my pulse in my ears almost drowning out the music. Then I spotted her. “God help me,” I growled low in my throat, any reservations I held about not fucking her, fled with the sound.
On the dance floor, she looked utterly bored. Her movements more stepping from one foot to the other repeatedly than actual dancing. Like a male chimpanzee that shakes a tree to let the females know he wants sex, the boy’s body, opposite her, shuddered continuously, his pearly whites flashing every few seconds, showing more gums than teeth. I half expected him to uncover his penis and beat his chest in triumph.
I didn’t blame him. Right now, Levana Singh was a half-naked vision of golden-brown skin and mouth-watering curves, I wanted to suck, fuck and taste. Blood pumping furiously into my flexed pecs, I looked at Rhett and gestured with a nod at Levana.
He followed my line of sight and let out a low whistle. “I can see the fascination, cousin,” he sounded intrigued then added, “not your usual type, though. I thought you preferred blondes?”
Choosing to ignore his quip, Levana’s red ‘fuck me’ heels, pulled my gaze. I let my eyes run up over her shapely calves, grimacing at the sudden flare in my body’s temperature. My gaze wandered further up and the ache in my pants intensified. Her red, black and white checkered skirt swirled around thick bronze thighs I wanted to bite until she squirmed beneath me. The white long-sleeved shirt, knotted just under her ample breasts exposed a diamond-pierced bellybutton that winked against the strobe lights. Her hair pulled up into a high ponytail had my fingers itching to curl around it and tug hard while I fucked her from behind.
Simple yet so fucking stunning. Levana was the she-wolf in a woman’s body. Predatory, manipulative, and unaware of her incredibly fucking sexiness.
“Fuck, it’s a sin to admire such unassuming beauty and do nothing,” Rhett grumbled beside me. My head snapped to him, my eyes shadowing a deathly stare. His hands shot up, palms out. “Sorry, cousin.”
