Page 91 of Graves

Zayden chuckles. “Better take it easy, angel, or we’re gonna be carrying you out of here.”

“That’s the plan.” I wink.

Three more vodka tonics later, I’m bordering the line between super buzzed and drunk when I grab the guys’ hands and drag them to the dance floor. They dance with me for a song or two, but both end up pulling away and watching me with appreciative smirks. I watch as Dom and Zay both take turns sending murderous glares to all the men around me. Slowly, the packed dance floor begins to part around me, and it actually makes me a little sad. I want to dance and have fun, but they aren’t dancing with me and forcing everyone to back away from me like I have the plague.

When I turn my head, I lock eyes with a gorgeous brunette. Her hair is in large barrel curls, touching her low back as she dances. The red dress she’s wearing fits her like a glove and makes her tits look like they defy gravity. My eyes rake over her from head to toe. God, she’s literally perfect. What I wouldn’t do to have toned legs like that or practically glowing, creamyskin like hers.

She gives me a slow smile before curling her finger toward me. I don’t hesitate, slowly making my way deeper into the thick of the crowd, as I come to stand a bit in front of her before I continue dancing. Now that I’m closer, I can tell that her eyes are emerald green, so bright they practically shine despite the near pitch-black club around us.

Her eyes seem to look me up from head to toe, assessing me the way I just did her. When her eyes come back up to mine, she gives me a smile that has heat flushing through me.

“Your eyes are incredible,” she practically shouts to be heard over the music.

“So are yours!” I say.

She smiles at me before wrapping her arms around my waist, dragging me into her until I’m straddling her leg. I take up the same stance as we start dancing together, using each other to grind and move our hips. Her hands don’t stay on my back for long before they’re wandering lower, cupping my ass and pulling me against her harder. I feel my dress rise at the move, but I don’t bother to pull it down, enjoying the friction her thigh is providing me as I continue grinding against her.

We dance like that for a minute or so before she releases my ass, riffling through her purse and coming out with two white tablets. She puts one on her tongue before offering me one. I frown at her.

“What is it?”

“E, baby.” She smiles, pushing some of my hair away from my neck as she leans in to talk in my ear.

“I’ve never done it before,” I admit.

“I’ll help you,” she says, her lips accidentally brushing my earlobe as she speaks.

Before I have a chance to speak, an arm is wrapping around my stomach and yanking me backward, a deep voice in my ear.

“What the fuck are you thinking, baby?” Dom’s voice practically growls as he begins dragging me through the club.

I look to see Zayden practically screaming at the girl, his hands twitching at his sides like he’s having a hard time controlling them. They fall out of view, though, when Dom begins practically carrying me down a hallway. We aren’t near the VIP section, this looks more like an employee’s only area before he pushes a door to our left open and drags me inside.

There is a couch and a couple of chairs, almost like it’s a private little hangout area. The club music is still thumping in the room, and I can’t help but move to the beat. Dominic is staring at me with an unimpressed look when Zayden slips into the room, an equally grumpy look on his face. God, it’s almost hard to tell them apart when they are both sulking like this.

“Whatttt?” I draw out with a soft giggle, the buzz from all the drinks hitting me at full force.

“That was reckless,” Dominic says.

“And stupid,” Zayden finishes.

I roll my eyes as I continue dancing.

“I didn’t do anything.”

“You were about to take drugs,” Dominic says.

“From a fucking stranger!” Zayden fumes.

Do they always finish each other’s sentences, and I’m justnow realizing it?

“But I didn’t,” I point out unhelpfully before I break off on a laugh.

Zayden closes the distance between us, coming up from behind me and whispering against my neck as he speaks.

“You wanted to, though. You were letting her run her hands all over your body. What else were you going to let her do to you, angel?” he asks, his hand running down my body before coming to the hem of my dress, slipping underneath as he pushes a finger past my panties and inside me.

I inhale at the intrusion before a breathy moan falls from my lips.

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