She presses against me. I’m not sure if it was on purpose or if she stumbled, but I seize the opportunity and wrap an arm around her, moving her with me to the beat of the music. It’s slow, sensual, and dirty, and I’m loving every second of it. Her arm comes up to wrap around my neck as I continue to grind into her. Our bodies are slick with sweat from the people surrounding us, but I’m too focused on Blake to care.
I bite her earlobe, tugging on it, and I watch her nipples pebble under her dress as goosebumps rise on her arms.
“I love the way your body fits against mine. Like it was always meant for me,” I tell her, my tone low but enough to be heard over the music. “How your curves are enough to drive me wild, even covered in clothes. It makes my dick hard knowing what you look like underneath.”
Blake’s chest rises and falls quicker with every word I speak. I have the desperate urge to slide my hand under her dress, to see if she’s as soaking wet as I think she is.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see the dick of a manager walking—I say walking, but it’s more like suspiciously dragging—the girl from earlier. The way she struggles to hold herself up makes my spine tingle.
Reluctantly pulling myself away from Blake, I take a step back. She looks up at me, confused. I tilt my head in the direction of the manager, and her gaze follows. Understanding what I’m not saying, she takes my hand, and I discreetly move us through the crowds to the door where they went.
Before twisting the knob, I glance around, checking to make sure no one is watching. Once I’m happy, I push the door open, Blake pressed tight to my back. It reminds me of the night James and I went to get Raven, except this time the roles are reversed. I swear if a fucking clown jumps out at me, there’s gonna be hell to pay.
Ignoring my crazy brain, I continue down a nondescript hall. Black walls and low lighting leave little to the imagination. The smell of sweat and damp permeate my nose, making me feel a little nauseated.
“Where’s he taken her?” Blake asks quietly.
“I have no clue, but I really don’t like what we’re about to walk into,” I murmur.
“Don’t worry, big guy, I’ll protect you,” she quips, a smile in her tone.
I smirk even though she can’t see me. “The fact you think it won’t be me saving you is funny, firefly. I’d take a bullet for you, no questions asked.”
Nothing happens as we move further down the hall. There are no other doors, but the smell is getting worse. Finally, we come to a lone door at the end of the corridor…why is there always just one fucking door?
If I didn’t know the person who kidnapped and tried to kill Raven is firmly behind bars, I’d expect to barge in and find them standing there, it's so similar. How I keep getting myself in these situations, I’ll never know.
The sound of a muffled scream pulls me out of my ruminating, and I shove the door open. It's an old office, one that doesn’t look like it's seen the light of day in years, and cardboard boxes are stacked everywhere. Old paper, and a… typewriter? sit on a desk—one the manager has a very naked woman slumped over.
“The fuck are you doing, dickhead?” I shout, storming in and calling back, “Blake, stay there.”
Thankfully, she does as I tell her to. I don’t want her anywhere near this if it gets ugly.
The manager startles, turning toward me with the front of his pants undone, and his teeny tiny weeny on display for the world to see.
“Put that… thing away. No one needs to see that. And get your hands off her.” I can faintly hear Blake talking behind me. I really hope that means she’s on the phone with the cops.
“Get the fuck out. You shouldn’t be in here,” he spits angrily, putting his dick away and zipping his pants up.
Thank Christ.
“Until I know this is consensual, I ain't going anywhere,” I reply, crossing my arms over my chest.
He gulps as he sees the muscles on my arms bulging against my white T-shirt, but he straightens, squaring up to me. He shows how deluded he really is, though, when he rushes me. I roll my eyes as I place my hands in front of me, effectively blocking him before slapping him on the backside of his head.
“Down, kitty,” I taunt, grinning as I shift my left foot behind me for balance. I have a feeling this asshole is just gonna keep coming.
He proves me right when he attacks again, a war cry ripping from his throat as he tries to hit me, but I bat his hand away.
“Please, are you trying to fight me or tickle me?” I quip. His face goes red, the veins on his neck popping from gritting his teeth. “Careful, you might burst a blood vessel if you keep that up.”
I’m really not a violent guy, and I’ll try to incapacitate him gently, but jeez, this asshole is a knob.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Blake slowly creeping around the room, trying to keep far away from the two of us as she approaches the now unconscious woman. With my attention distracted, the guy delivers a blow to my face. It stuns me for a moment, but I don’t move an inch.
“You hit like a girl,” I tease, swiping my thumb across my bottom lip. “Wanna see how a real man hits?”
His eyes go wide just before I land a punch straight to his face. He crumples to the floor like the sack of shit he is, blood spurting from his nose and staining his suit.
