He’s not here now.
Dance.
What do you want?
Your dad’s approval or Ugly Beast’s gaze on you?
Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to let go, giving up everything she’d been trained. Dancing with Raven, she wrapped her arms around the other woman’s neck, swinging her hips in the way she’d seen in the music videos she loved so much.
She spun Raven around, holding her as they danced together. Everyone faded away as she focused all of her energy on Raven and their dance.
The heat of the moment was making her warm all over. She wanted Ugly Beast’s hands, especially between her thighs.
She heard several cheers and applause as someone stood behind her. Before she could move to see who it was, a hand splayed across her stomach. He didn’t try to turn her around, but she knew it was Ugly Beast without turning. He’d come to be with her. She didn’t let Raven go even as his lips grazed her neck.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Dancing.”
Raven spun around and laughed. “See, I knew he couldn’t resist you. No one can resist two chicks dancing.”
“Go away, Raven,” Ugly Beast said.
“Not a chance. I’m having this dance.”
Abriana laughed as she was pulled out of Ugly Beast’s hands, and suddenly Raven was between them.
She danced along for a few seconds before moving out of Raven’s hands. Her gaze was on Ugly Beast with Raven still between them. Taking Raven’s advice, she allowed herself the chance to dance, and hoped she was tempting him.
Lifting her hands, she teased and tempted him, knowing her breasts were pressed against the shirt, and hoping she was enough to draw him close.
Ugly Beast did no more than lift Raven out of his way, dumping her on her ass so he could come to Abriana.
He wrapped his arm around her waist, and she laughed as he twirled her around. Feeling his arms around her thrilled her. She’d never known jealousy in her life, but with Ugly Beast and those women, she hated they’d been able to touch him, to feel him inside them, even before she was there.
Banding her arms around his neck, she stared into his blue eyes. They were so shockingly bright and mesmerizing. She had no doubt Ugly Beast had been a looker before his scars. She loved his scars. They didn’t frighten her.
“Want to tell me what you were doing with Raven?” he asked.
“Dancing.”
“Just dancing?”
“What else was it supposed to be?”
“I don’t know. I saw the way she pushed those women aside.”
“Did you want to keep watching them?” she asked.
Removing her hands from his neck, she went to move away. He caught her hips, and she cried out as his knee moved between her thighs, touching against her jean-clad pussy.
He leaned in close so his lips were against her ear. The music was still so incredibly loud.
“You’re jealous.”
Clenching her hands into fists at her sides, she stared at him, hating how right he was. She didn’t want to be jealous of anyone, and yet, she was.
“Do you want them?” she asked.
“Excuse me?”
“Those women. Do you want them?”
“No.”
“You’ve had them before.”
“Before. Not since and not after.”
“How can I believe you?” she asked.
He took hold of her hands, putting them around his neck before gripping her waist, and swinging her down to the floor before pulling her up against him.
“You can’t believe me. I don’t answer to anyone.”
She hated him.
“But you can go and ask them if it will make you feel better. I’ve not been with anyone but you. I’ve no interest to be with anyone else.”
“Then why haven’t you?”
“Why haven’t I what?”
She licked her lips, suddenly nervous. She shouldn’t have drunk that beer or shot. Crap. “Why haven’t you been with me?”
“Just over a month ago you were a virgin. You’d never known a cock.” He kissed her cheek, and she felt a shiver work up her spine. “What I’m being, baby, is a gentleman. I’m really fucking trying to do the right thing, but dressed like this, dancing the way you do, you’re making my job real fucking hard. You have no idea what I want to do to you.”
She wanted to know more. How could she not? He finally admitted he wanted her, and with all of these sexier, slender women around, it sent a thrill down her spine.
“What do you want to do to me?” she asked. Abriana had no idea where this woman had come from, but she loved it. She loved the ability to ask questions and to know she wasn’t going to get hit at the end of it.
“How about I show you?”
Before she could protest, not that she wanted to, he held her hand and walked her further away from the clubhouse. Now this confused her. When he pressed her up against the shed, they were shrouded in darkness, but one look over his shoulder and she saw the men gathered around their fire and the music still so clear to hear.