Page 93 of Defiant
I tore my gaze away from Dante, bringing it to Vaughn, who sat on the side of the limo, hunched over, his arms resting on his knees. He wore the same type of suit, though his undershirt was black and his tie was the dark, blood-red maroon hue. He wasn’t as muscular as Dante, but with his steady stare, he looked deadlier, somehow, hate and pain written across his knuckles as a reminder of what he could do, his eyes as black as the night sky outside. His dark hair was slicked back, and he looked ready for business.
Staring at them, at the dark, serious expressions on their faces, I knew what they were. In that moment, there was no denying the fact that they were mine. My two handsome devils, ready to bring havoc upon my enemies, more than ready to hurt anyone who made the mistake of trying to hurt me. My dark souls, my black hearts. Mine.
The limo pulled away from the house, though I didn’t stare out of the tinted windows. How could I look anywhere but the two sexy guys in the back of the limo with me? Why would my eyes be anywhere else?
I found my voice enough to say, “You two look handsome.”
“Nowhere near as good as you,” Dante replied, patting his leg. “Why don’t you come sit on my lap?”
“You wish,” I said, stretching out my legs before him, being careful not to touch him. Before he could say anything back, I leaned forward and showed them both my jacket. “Do you like it? It was a special present from Brittany. I left it at that party.”
Vaughn said nothing, watching me with those dark, haunting eyes. I would’ve given anything in that moment to be inside his head, to hear what he was thinking. Was he imagining me out of these clothes? Did he want me to sit closer to him so he could touch me? Was he struggling to keep himself in check?
Maybe that was just wishful thinking on my part. Vaughn and I…we had a connection, but he was never overly touchy-feely. I wondered then if he’d ever been with a girl before, or if he was a virgin.
That…I didn’t know if that made me concerned or excited. To be someone’s first, to be their one and only—in every definition of the word—it was kind of enticing, wasn’t it?
Dante, though, definitely had something to say about my jacket. Before I knew what he was doing, he grabbed my wrist and yanked me toward him, pulling me onto his lap, with my back against the window beside him and my legs stretched out on the seats to his right.
“Slut,” he whispered, smirking. “I like it.” As I struggled in vain to get off his lap, he brought his lips to my ear, adding, “Our slut.”
My wriggling ass on his lap caused something to grow beneath me, and I immediately stopped and glared at him.
“What?” Dante spoke with a smile, glancing at Vaughn, who’d leaned back to watch with a stoic expression on his face.
“Let me go,” I hissed. “You can’t walk into the dance with a boner.”
“Sure I can.”
“No, you can’t.”
Dante shrugged, releasing his hold on my wrist as his other hand found my waist, squeezing me hard. “Then maybe we can get a quickie in before we get there,” he murmured, his voice low, rumbling in his chest which caused me to warm in more places than one.
The limo driver was blocked off by a thick black window; I doubted he could see us, but still. Having sex in a limo was not my idea of fun. Plus, Vaughn was here. He and Vaughn were working together for me, but they didn’t get along that well.
I turned my head, looking to Vaughn for help. “Vaughn—”
Dante’s lips found the crook of my neck, running along them, kissing them between words, “Vaughn’s not going to help you, unless he wants to join—in which case, I’m first.”
He was being very persistent, wasn’t he? And the hardness pressing against my ass was now a full-blown erection, no baby boner or anything like that. The jerk.
“She is right,” Vaughn spoke, causing Dante’s head to lift off my neck and a glare to shoot his way. “You can’t mess her up before the dance.”
“Yeah,” I said, elbowing Dante in the chest, causing him to groan and release me. “I need to rock it, not look like I just came from an all-night rave.” I was able to scoot my ass and sit beside Dante, no longer on top of him.
Dante rolled his eyes. “Whatever. After this fucking dance, I get to tear that dress off you. How about that?” It was kind of funny how easily he could talk while having a hard-on in plain view of both Vaughn and me.
I chuckled, though my cheeks did flare up in heat again. “Why don’t we see how the dance goes, before we go making any plans for after? I did tell my mom I’d be home by midnight.”
“Midnight?” Dante whined. “That’s so early. Why must you ruin my fun?”
Vaughn only nodded, saying, “I’ll be sure to have you home before midnight, then.”
Well, at least one of the guys was rational here.
I tried to change the subject, moving it off of sex—because now that Dante had said all those things, now that I’d felt his lips ghosting over the sensitive skin on my neck, it was kind of on my brain, now. Thanks, Dante. “I wonder what Midpark dances are like.”
“I don’t know,” Vaughn muttered, frowning. “I’ve never been to one before.”
