I nod and unscrew the lid, throwing it back. Some of it dribbles down my chin and onto my bare chest. He places another one on the bar. I suck in air, tossing the now empty one away.
“Oh, my God. That was awesome!” April comes up next to me, shouting.
I watch Tanner look her over. Her black skinny jeans and white sheer top that shows off her black bra leaves nothing to the imagination. His eyes lingering on her tits and ass longer than I like. He finally pulls his eyes from her body to me. “I see now why you made the deal.”
My hand tightens, squeezing the full water bottle.
“I’ll see you next weekend.” Then he turns and walks to the other end of the bar.
I finish the water and turn to face her. She has a big smile on her face. Her eyes are lit up by the bright lights, and she looks gorgeous as always. But the way she’s looking at me is with pride. I’ve never seen someone feel that toward me. It feels better than any fight I’ve ever won and any high I’ve ever had.
If she wasn’t here, I’d go to a side room and snort some cocaine with Trey. But she is, and I don’t want to do anything other than take her home and bury myself in her. She’s become my new addiction. I’ve never restricted myself when it came to drugs and alcohol, so why would I do that with her?
I reach down, wrap my arm around her waist, and pick her up, planting her ass on the bar. Burying my hands in her thick, purple hair, I kiss her.
She digs her nails into my ribs, pulling me closer. I rub my hard cock into her stomach, and she moans into my mouth. Pulling away, she pants, “Take me home.”
APRIL
I’m standing at the bar between Nite and Jasmine. They’re not speaking to one another. Obviously, Nite doesn’t speak at all, but she hasn’t said one word to him since he kissed her, and she slapped him.
“Are you sure you can drive home?” I ask her.
She opens her purse and yanks her keys out. “Positive.”
Nite reaches around me and snatches them from her hand.
“Hey …”
“Nite will drive you home,” Grave states, walking back up to us.
I asked him to take me home, and he said to give him fifteen minutes. He’s now dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a white T-shirt that reads Kingdom across the back. He has a black hat on backward, and it makes my already shaky knees wobble and my mouth water. I take another sip of my drink.
“Grave …”
“He’s driving you home, Jasmine,” he states, and she lets out a huff. “Be careful,” he tells Nite and then holds out his fist. Nite bumps his into it and nods his head. “Let’s go.” Grave grabs my free hand in his and starts pulling me into the crowd.
“We came in the other way,” I say, looking over my shoulder, watching Nite grab Jasmine by the arm and dragging her away.
“I’m not parked in the parking garage.” He stares, looking down at me. “You need to finish that before we leave or get rid of it.” He stops at a trash can.
I suck what’s left of it down and then toss it into the trash, making him laugh. He walks us down a dark tunnel and out a set of double doors—where two men stand with machine guns—into a parking lot.
He’s parked right up front. Throwing a duffel bag in the trunk, he opens my door for me, and I fall in.
He gets in and starts it up before backing out. I’ve never been one for violence, but watching his fight turned me on. My underwear is already soaked, and my thighs tighten, knowing what’s to come when we get back to my place. But I can’t wait that long.
I bend down, digging through my purse and find a hair tie. I quickly place my hair up in a messy bun as he gets on the highway. I have about twenty minutes before we reach my exit.
I reach over and go for his belt. He looks down and grabs my hand. “April …”
I lean over and kiss his neck, and he releases a growl. My lips move to his ear, and I nibble on it. His hand lets go of my hand, and he helps me out by undoing his jeans for me. I smile, lowering my lips back to his neck and kiss him. He took a shower at the Airport. That’s why he needed fifteen minutes. He smells like his spicy cologne.
Pulling away, I look down and see he’s pulled his cock out for me as well. He’s hard. His free hand wraps around it and slowly strokes it. His thumb running over the piercing at the end.