Page 26 of Hush, Hush

The Knights go crazy. No one shouts my name. I haven’t blown my cover, which makes me move even freer. I chance a look toward them, and gratefully, find the lights in my face blind me.

On a sexy, supercharged high, I leap into the air, landing softly while I lower to my knees, forcing myself into a full split before pulling my legs back behind me and arching my back, ending in a position that drives them all crazy.

The lights dim, and for a split second, I tell myself not to look, not to chance the gazes on their faces. But the other girls were right. Thisispowerful. I make myself peer at them. It’s easier since they don’t know who I am. I watch their faces, their hooded eyes. One by one, I survey them, my pulse jumping at my wrists. When I get to the end, Keegan is scowling at me. The girl he had on his lap is nowhere to be seen. Strength charges through my veins, and I give him a wink before getting up and sashaying across the stage, leaving it all behind me.

A few of the girls bring me in for a hug when I get off stage. I hold them tightly, feeling the solidarity amongst us. It was only a couple of minutes, but it was amazing. They were right. It was like taking the power that I thought they had over me by acting like a bunch of oversexed barbarians and turning it in my favor. They were eating out of the palm of my hand. Theywantedme.

I just release the last girl when a strong hand grips my wrist from behind. I’m tugged away, down a hallway that’s the same kind of rough around the edges as the rest of the bar. Keegan doesn’t say a word as he yanks me into a room in the back, slamming the door behind us.

“Whoa,” a male voice protests. “You can’t be back here.”

Keegan takes out his wallet. He grabs a fistful of hundreds and throws them on the desk the plump man sits at. “Actually, I can. Give us a minute.”

The man doesn’t balk. He takes the wad of cash, sticks it in his pocket, and tips his invisible hat to Keegan.

“What the hell?” I ask, pulling my wrist away when the door closes behind the retreating man. Keegan twists the lock, clicking the metal into place with a hard thwack.

“What the hell?”he repeats. He bites his lips while looking down my shirt. It’s the first time I peer down. My breast shape clearly comes into view. The wet shirt leaves nothing to the imagination. I can even see the darkened areola. “You just bared yourself to the rest of the Knights. You’re lucky they didn’t realize it was you.” He snaps the mask off my face, and the elastic breaks. Reaching out, he undoes my hair, and the wavy, blonde strands fall to my shoulders. When his gaze falls to my chest, he breathes out. “Jesus, Delilah.”

“If everyone else didn’t know it was me, how did you?”

“You think I wouldn’t? You think I haven’t memorized every curve of your body? Or the way that you move? It was blindingly obvious from the moment you stepped on stage,” he grinds out. “Showing everyone what’s mine...”

“And yet, you give away freely what’s mine,” I counter, breathing heavily. “You did it on purpose, and this is the consequence.”

Still high on power because of the way his eyes scorch right through me, I trail my fingers down his chest until they sit at the top of his jeans. Beneath my touch, his muscles contract.

“You want me and only me,” I tell him. “That’s why you let that girl go. Admit it to yourself.” My fingers brush across his taut skin. “Stop trying to make me jealous.”

“It’s the only way I get your attention.”

“You want my attention?” I flick the button on his jeans loose and lower the zipper. Reaching inside, I grab his straining cock, fisting it with my fingers. Tentatively, I run my hand toward his base and back. He bucks forward. “She doesn’t mean anything to you, but I do,” I accuse. “That’s why you ran to confront me. To tell me I was bad.”

“To claim what’s mine,” he argues.

“Then I’ll claim what’s mine.” I lower to my knees, bringing his jeans and boxers with me. His erect dick juts toward my mouth. The head of his cock oozes pre-cum, and I lick my lips in preparation. Control gallops through my veins, especially when his abdominal muscles constrict, and his hips make a circular motion like he can barely restrain himself. I have him right where I want him. He’s usually thinking me, me, me, and he still is, but right now, it’s at my command. My doing.

I should’ve known he wouldn’t let it stay that way though. He grabs my head, tightening his grip on my hair at the back of my skull. “Open your mouth and take it like a bad girl,” he demands.

I peek up at him, riveted by the desire in his eyes. Slowly, I open my mouth, parting my lips ever so carefully, letting him know that I’ll do it, but it’ll still be on my terms. As soon as there’s enough room, he shoves his cock forward. He pitches ahead so hard I nearly gag, but I dismiss the urge, taking him in under his illusion of control.

The more I pleasure him, the more he loses it. He drops his head against the door as I stretch my lips around his base, sucking. “Fuuuuck.”

I moan in encouragement, grabbing his hips to steady myself. It takes a few passes to get used to his size, but I listen, I learn, I follow his movements until I take them up a notch.

“Christ, Dee. Suck my dick. Fuck yes. Take all of it.”

I do, again and again. My lips pass over his hard ridges while my tongue sweeps over his fleshy head, catching all the salty pre-cum from his tip.

“I miss watching you dance, Dee. Watching you jump through the air, so free, so fucking beautiful it hurts.”

I stutter, and his grip on my crown increases, making me keep the pace while he reveals his soul.

“I would know your body anywhere. Recognize that look of peace on your face as you twirl, so light on your feet like a goddamn goddess.” He rolls his hips forward, and I relax my throat to take him all in.

He fucks my mouth, moaning. I cling to his words, to the outright revelation of his feelings. My eyes start to tear. I had no idea he thought of me like that, that he remembered the little things. With so much shit between us, it was easier to think he’d completely changed. That, somehow, I was still trying to put a stranger into the box of my first love. I was wrong. My body overheats, the only thing swimming through my brain is to make him cum.

“Your fucking mouth, babe.” He catches my gaze, and I sigh over him.

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