Is she ever going to stop thinking I’m using them?
Probably not.
Maybe I should have been more afraid, more concerned with the task at hand. That Dom was over by the railing, scouting for a predator on the loose. And I was over here, sandwiched between my two hunks, both of whom couldn’t keep their hands off of me.
After tonight, I’d be one of them. And then there would be nowhere to run.
There was no point worrying about it, not when I was the center of Leo and Spencer’s universe. And they were quickly becoming the center of mine.
Especially not with a crowd below us full of sharks, desperate for a taste of my blood.
Leo’s hand moved from my waist toward my hips, grabbing them and pulling me closer. The authority in her touch made me melt, not so aggressive that a joint would slip out, but just firm enough to tell my body to follow orders.
And it did.
Leo’s fingers felt their way to the hem of my skirt, lifting the fabric just enough to make my center pulse for her.
Spencer took advantage of my exposed ass, gripping it through the torn fishnets that covered the bare skin. “Goddamn, Kiera.” Her words were breathless, her lungs empty of air as she touched me.
“Found him.” Dom called out.
“Shit.” I whimpered as my forehead fell to Leo’s muscular chest.
There was no way I’d be able to focus on whatever stupid nonsense Dom was going to make me do, not with my clit throbbing like it would burst.
Dom snarled. “He’s on the move.”
4
KIERA
All of theanxiety that had floated away under my saviors’ kisses came rushing back in as I followed Dom’s gaze down to the dance floor. Even under the pulsing club lights, I could have spotted a douchebag like that a million miles away.
His greasy hair was like a beacon under the strobe lights, distracting from his unfortunate face. His chest hair strained over the top of a half-buttoned dress shirt. And while he was throwing around wads of cash like he was some fucking millionaire, the cheap polyester of that shirt told me exactly what his bank account looked like.
I knew this type of guy: they slunk out of some dark hole every night to haunt clubs like this, keeping an eye out for girls who were a little too young and a little too drunk to see them for what they were.
My lip curled at the thought of it. I could see him for exactly what he was — a fucking parasite. “God, he’s disgusting.”
But not everyone had the benefit of experience guiding them. And it wasn’t long before a girl who’d pregamed a little too hard before brandishing her fake at the door stumbled over to him on the dance floor.
Within seconds, he was hanging off of her like a leech, shoving a glass of god-knows-what into her hands. She’d barely been there two minutes before his hands were on her, feeling her up under the guise of dancing, guiding the glass up to her lips.
“He’d better watch where those fucking hands go…” Spencer grumbled, her grip on the balcony banister tightening.
My gaze flickered over to the other two, who matched her stern expression. All the goofing off and teasing of a moment ago was gone. Now, they were scanning for weapons, for intel, for danger.
And as our mark started to move, the mission began in earnest.
“He’s heading for the west exit.” Dom grumbled, pushing off the banister and marching toward the stairs. Spencer and Leo followed suit, guiding me ahead of them to protect me from the crowd.
But as their eyes locked onto the girl stumbling through the crowd on his arm, I couldn’t stop mine from flicking toward the opposite exit.
It wouldn’t be hard to run. This could be my chance…
Despite having me sandwiched between them protectively, they were moving fast and had their eye on a very specific target. One well-placed step, and I could slip right out of their grasp before they noticed. I could slip into the crowd, force them to make a scene if they wanted me back.
A crowd this dense is probably the only way I’m beating them in a footrace.
