I idly wondered if they were fucking, but since none of that mattered to me anymore, I took Haley’s hand and danced with her. She frowned. “You don’t wanna say hi?”
I could imagine she had more of a relationship with him than I had. After all, he had been helping her with her homework that day. Honestly, I thought he’d been bullshitting me, the guy an obviously complete manwhore. He had women dripping off him all the time and had the audacity to say the shit he had about me.
“I’m okay,” I told her, then frowned myself. “But you’re free to.”
He hadn’t seen any of us yet, his attention divided with his arm wrapped around another girl. Currently, said girl nuzzled his neck, that arrogant grin on his face as he drew off a beer. His buddies clinked their own bottles as they congregated around him, with their own girls and own set of privilege. The entire display caused me to roll my eyes, and though Haley looked a little deflated to see him busy, she had come back to me.
“Maybe later,” she said, then cupped her hand around my ear. “Wanna get some drinks?”
I wasn’t thirsty quite yet, but since she and the others appeared to be when they came over too, I told them they could go. I was, on the other hand, in need of a good freshening up already, so I decided to do that while they went to the bar. I think I was in the bathroom for all of a second before I was ready to come back out, a girl’s face over the toilet. She ralphed her lungs out to kingdom come, so after a quick fluff of my hair, I was right back out on the dance floor. I didn’t see my friends right away so I decided to head to the bar.
“Can I get you something?”
The bartender yelled for my attention and waving him off, I rested my elbows back on the bar. I spotted Keisha and Sophie out there, drinks in their hands. I waved to them for their attention, but they weren’t seeing me, deep in the pit. I started to go that way too before I found Hales. She was in the pit, but she wasn’t with them.
Knight had her, by the hand as she spoke to him. He was no longer in VIP, a towering mountain in his denim jeans and dark jacket. He was obviously fluid with that girl Melrose because he now loomed largely above my roommate, grinning at something she said, and when his eyes lifted, I froze.
He stared at me, stared at me full on while he brought my roommate into a dance. Before, he’d just been talking to her, but at the present, dancing seemed to be his main priority when he took her close and grabbed her hips. She fell into him easily, of course, tucking her little body up against him, and with a spin, he had her ass against his crotch, his long wingspan falling around her. He enveloped her, hugging her close with a simmer in his eyes only reserved for me.
I burned as I watched him, the fury matching what I had before the evening he’d once again embarrassed me. He’d done that right in front of his grandpa, making it even worse and twisting the dagger in a way only he could. He knew how to hurt me and the exact ways in which to do it. The only difference between us was I’d never been able to figure out how to gain the upper hand. Outside side of my “mouth” as he said, I merely annoyed him.
His fingers laced with Haley’s, when his nose brushed her neck, I’d had enough. I turned to the bar, steaming, and when I got the attention of a guy holding a beer, I smiled at him.
He smiled right back at me, a nice looking guy, blond with blue eyes. He raised his beer to me and tapping the bar, I came over to him.
His grin widened. “Can I buy you a drink?”
My eyes shifted to the dance floor, but not long before I was taking the man’s beer and sucking it back. His eyes twitched wide as I downed his drink, that shit strong and foul tasting as fuck since I didn’t really drink. I mean, I was underage and usually only had like wine coolers at parties.
Chuckling, the guy touched the bar for another beer, and once he got it, he clinked to me. “You want something else?”
I wanted to dance and work off all this restless energy, and when I put the empty bottle on the counter, I tugged at his shirt. “How about we dance?”
He readily accepted the offer, a guy, and after getting a few good swallows of his beer, he threw an entirely too heavy arm around me and guided us off to the dance floor. I made sure we were right in the center, right in the middle of the action, and though I’d lost sight of my friends, lost sight of Knight and my friend I didn’t care. Something told me he would be watching.
He always did.
This guy grabbed my hands, raising them up before tucking me into his side. He put a hand on my hip, grinding on my ass, and I didn’t particularly fancy that but didn’t tell him to stop. He hugged me to him close, pulling me in front of him by the hips, and I ground my own ass into him, his package instantly getting hard. He formed his hands around my hips, but only just touched them before he let go, his heat backing off me. Since it came close right back, I closed my eyes as his hands drifted down my hips.
He hugged them, hugged them tight as he pushed himself up against me again. Tones of peppermint and warm heat drifted off him, twisting my tummy up as all that reminded me of someone else.
Behind my own lids, I envisioned that someone else, his hands and big arms coming around me, holding me close. The guy behind me brushed h
is nose against my ear, his teeth skidding, then tugging my earlobe into his mouth.
“What are you doing, little dove?”
I froze, the hands in front of me doing the same, going tighter as they braced me to a hard body. My eyes fell open. “Knight…”
He said nothing, though I knew it was him, his hands swaying my body. So hard, he tucked his cock right between my ass cheeks, and I simmered, swallowing hard. He pressed a hand right against my mound, forcing my ass into him more. “I know what game you’re playing, dove, and it won’t work.”
“What game?”
“This?” His knuckles dragged across my shoulder, his finger hooking my sequin strap and pulling it down. He breathed heat over it. “Trying to make me jealous.”
But the fact that he’d noticed let me know he was, the fact that another guy had been dancing with me but suddenly wasn’t even more. I had made him jealous. I’d played his game and won.
So why was I the one melting under his hands? Why was I the one burning as his teeth pinched at my dress strap? This game was turning dirty, the devil’s dark corruption.