Page 96 of Defiant
I wasn’t a suit-wearing guy, you know? I liked my leather, and I liked having my knife in my pocket.
Yeah, I was feeling extra naked right now. No leather, no knife, no nothing.
But at least I had Jaz, even though I was currently sharing her with Vaughn. On the bright side, one of her lovers wasn’t here. I had no idea what she and Jacob got up to when they were alone, but I could imagine. I could imagine it all too easily.
I could imagine it because I wished it was me, doing those things with her behind closed doors. She did feel ridiculously good under me, let me tell you, her lean body writhing and her back arching.
And that holy, wet place between her legs? Fuck, I would get on my knees and worship it constantly if I could. If she’d let me. But, of course, she wouldn’t—Jaz was a difficult one, but I liked challenges, and for her, I would never give up.
I meant it when I said she’d be mine.
“I have to say,” Vaughn started, tossing a look over his shoulder at the horde of dancing bodies, “I don’t understand the big deal about dances.” His dark eyes roamed the large room, and I wondered what he was thinking about. “Far too many people shoved in here. If one thing were to go wrong, it would be chaos.”
“You like the chaos,” I accused, the girls having their own conversation on the other half of the table.
Vaughn brought that black stare to me, such a serious, intense expression. “No,” he said. “You like the chaos. I like order.”
I could see it. Vaughn was the type of guy who had to plan everything out. Me? I liked rushing into things without thinking. Most of the time things ended up working out, like with Ryan and his friends. Ryan probably saw my face, but the kid was in a coma right now, and his friends were dead.
Yeah, I’d killed them. I was a monster, a wild animal in a suit. What could I say? I loved the hunt as much as the next animal, craved the chase like any other beast trying to play nice. Would I do things differently, if given the chance? No. Those fuckers got what they deserved, and Vaughn said he would take care of Ryan.
I hoped he meant he would get rid of him for good, but I guess I’d have to wait and see. You could never trust anyone with money enough to buy and fill an entire house with cash enough to drown in it. He could be saying that simply to get me off his back, because he knew I’d never walk into that hospital and finish the job.
Cameras, man. Too many cameras. Plus, someone like me walking into a hospital would probably cause a bit of alarm. You didn’t see someone like me every day.
If Vaughn tried to double-cross me, he’d have another thing coming.
Vaughn and I settled into silence, but not for long. Jaz got to her feet, looking smoking as all hell in that tight dress and standing a few inches taller than normal due to her heels. She looked between us, saying, “Dance with me.” She said nothing else, instead sauntering away, heading to the dance floor, where the horde of swaying bodies were busy grinding on each other.
Bobbi and her friend Grace didn’t get up. Bobbi was staring at us, while Grace was busy eyeing up her food. I thought our presence here made the little one a bit nervous. “I think she was talking to both of you,” Bobbi informed us, to which Vaughn and I exchanged silent glances.
I was the first one up, though Vaughn was right behind me. I caught up to Jaz first, taking her by the hand and earning myself a dark scowl from the other one. Jaz let out a laugh as I pulled her close. We stopped when we were on the outskirts of the dance floor, not exactly butting up next to the nearest group, but close enough we could feel the heat radiating from the horde of Midpark students.
Vaughn appeared behind her, scowling at me like it was his job. Jaz slapped my chest, giving me a look that told me everything. “There’s plenty of me to go around,” she purred out, though I had to mainly do lip-reading to know what she said. The music was that loud.
I hated being surrounded by so many rich kids, kids who literally would not care if I dropped over dead right here and now, but as long as Jaz was with me, I’d suck it up. With my hands on her waist, I spun her to face me, slamming her chest against mine as my hips began to sway with the beat.
I wasn’t a dancer, but the way everyone else was dancing…well, it was basically fucking with clothes on. Dry-humping. That, I could definitely do.
Those big, pretty brown eyes tilted up at me, her lips parting slightly. God, I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to taste those lips on mine and devour any sounds she’d make. I wanted to drag my hands along every smooth inch of her body and get to know every curve there was. Getting hard just thinking about it, about her.
Jaz did that. She held a power over me no one else ever did. Some might call me obsessed, and those people would be right. I was completely, utterly obsessive when it came to her and everything she encompassed.
Staring down at her, it was almost enough to make me think we were someplace alone, away from the crowd.
But then Vaughn’s face appeared behind her, and the magic was broken.
Jaz let out a soundless sigh when Vaughn’s hands found her hips and pulled her ass back toward him. I didn’t let her go, though. I wasn’t about to let Vaughn Scott win this. I pulled her back toward me, and for the next few moments, Jaz was caught in a physical tug of war between Vaughn and me.
Somehow, we eventually settled for sandwiching her between us. My hands hung lower on her hips, while Vaughn’s sat a few inches higher, curled around her sides with a firmness I didn’t know he was capable of. Eh, so he could go toe-to-toe with me. I wasn’t too shocked.
Jaz flipped every now and then, alternating who got to feel her round tits and who got her ass. Hey, I knew some guys were an either-or type of man, but I liked them both. I was a tits and ass kind of guy, so I made the most out of whichever side of her I had.
It was a good thing we weren’t the only ones practically having sex on the dance floor, otherwise surely the teachers would’ve stepped in. Thankfully, not a single one did, leaving us to our own devices as the songs changed and the beat alternated. We did earn ourselves some curious and envious glances from the students around us, but I didn’t care. We were in our own world, and I wished it could stay that way forever.
What did not help was the fact that grinding against her body, feeling her tits through her dress, made my own body lose it. I had an erection pressing against my pants within moments, and the more songs that passed, the more like steel it became.
God, I could really use those lips around my cock right now, or her wet, tight cunt spread before me. I wouldn’t be picky. I’d take either.
