Chapter Six
Skylar
Justice. That name keeps spinning around in my head. His name is Justice. I can’t believe it’s the same man I slept with last night. I can’t believe he’s actually here right now or the owner of this club.
He doesn’t seem very old, surely not old enough to own all these clubs, but I suppose he could be.
Nevertheless, I’m tipsy and having a good time. The club is wild. Full of people dancing, sweating, and damn near fucking on the dancefloor. It gives me a moment to feel free. To feel something other than anger. Anger at my past. At who I am now. At what I’ve become.
I didn’t live a picture-perfect life when I was growing up. My past is full of hate and abuse. When my mom gave up on life and took her own, I was forced to live with my uncle. He was abusive, hitting me and hurting me in ways few would understand. He broke the little girl in me and ripped her spirit away. I grew up closed off, and my view of men clouded. It didn’t help that every man I was with was abusive or a cheater. You know what they say, history repeats itself and all that. Maybe that’s what my life was meant to be.
“You just look too sexy in that dress. I think it would look better on the floor,” I hear him. I thought he was gone. I thought I had made it clear that I would see him tomorrow. Not that I care. I don’t mind him being this close to me. I felt oddly safe with him at the club.
“Do you often mix business and pleasure?” I ask, looking over my shoulder as his hands slide around my hips and pull me back into his hot body.
“All my business gives me pleasure,” he answers before lowering his head and pressing a kiss to the side of my neck. My body betrays me and shivers under his touch. I stop moving, afraid of where this might lead. “I didn’t tell you to stop moving,” his voice rumbles against my skin and makes my pussy pulse. I slowly begin to move my hips once more.
I hear him growl as my ass moves over his cock. He pulls me in tighter, and I can feel every fucking muscle on the man.
Our bodies move yet again as one before he leans into my ear and whispers.
“I can feel just how badly your body wants mine,” his scorching hot breath dancing over my flesh.
“How can you tell?” I almost gasp when he spins me around to face him, pulling my body in as close as possible. Then his lips are there, kissing me with such intensity I moan into his mouth. His kiss is hungry, his eyes closed as his lips devour mine. My body responds, my pussy getting wetter by the second. He finds me hot and bothered when his hand slips between us and straight between my legs. He knows he’s the one doing this to me. His fingers slowly move over my lips until they slip under my panties and find my wetness. I moan as he slips a finger inside of me.
“What … what are you doing?”
“Showing you how I know how much you want me,” he says, moving his finger in and out of me. My body trembles at his touch, and I rock against his hand. He groans and keeps up with me before pulling his fingers free. I was so close, so close to the edge, and then he pulled away.
“We’ll save that for tomorrow,” he says against my lips. Before I know what’s happening, he pulls away from me and walks across the floor into the crowd.
“What the hell was that?” Christy asks when she sees me all flushed.
“That was Justice,” I tell her.
“Yeah, finger fucking you on the dancefloor. Fuck, that was hot,” she groans.
“You saw that?”
“I think everyone in here saw that,” she tells me as my cheeks turn pink. Why did I let him do that to me? Why did I feel so safe with him? I don’t know the answers to any of those questions.
“I’m canceling tomorrow,” I tell her. She grabs my hand and jerks me closer to her as she shakes her head.
“Like hell you are! You wanted that,” she says.
“And now I changed my mind,” I tell her.
“You can’t just do that. We already booked him.”
“Well, you can unbook him,” I tell her as I cross the floor and head for the bar. I need another drink. I need to … I don’t know what I need to do.
I order a few more shots before taking them down. Then I hear him once again. What is it with this guy? He does that to me and then walks away? Now he’s back?
“Don’t drink too much,” he warns in my ear. I whip around, ready to curse him out when I see his suit jacket has been taken off. The sleeves of his dress shirt are rolled up, revealing tattoos I didn’t know he had. I lick my lips as I reach for my other shot and bring it to my lips, taking it down easily.
“Why not?”
“I don’t like my women to be sloppy drunks,” he says.