Page 10 of Bump in the Night
Then, hands are emerging from the dance floor and grabbing my ankles – then my knees, then my hips. I’m pulled down to the floor like the stirring undead are rising from their tombs and pulling me down into the depths of the earth withthem.
When I feel a hand on my ass, my heart somersaults into mythroat.
All around me, neon warpaint smears through my vision. Broad chests and big hands grab at me, and everything is suddenly so dark. I can only make out the outlines of things – the broad strokes. I’m surrounded. Shit.Shit!I reallyamthe humansacrifice.
I want to scream, but it would be of no use. The dance floor is frenzied and so loud that I’d be screaming into a void. I try to get away, but everywhere I turn, I’m met with one body after another. I know I’m notreallyabout to be eaten alive or torn apart for sport or bled out to appease a god… But, damn - that’s how itfeels!
And the truth is, no matter how much worse it could be, I’m still being groped and touched in ways I don’t like. I’m being pushed around like a rag doll and I still can’t find myfooting.
That’s when John and Elliot appear at the edge of the circle around me and invade thespace.
They’re bigger than anyone and knock everyone else away like they’re a duo of bowling balls, rumbling past pins and sending them spinning into a black hole. John lunges toward me and throws me over his shoulder. My heart instantly floats. I lift my head up and watch Elliot as he sneers at the bodies I was ricocheting against. He lets out a roar, sending them scurrying back into thecrowd.
In all of the scuffle, my backpack falls to the ground. John picks it up and – oh, shit! Out of my backpack comes tumbling the package of condoms I’d covertly bought at the drug store. It’s not like I was planning on using them with anyone – god, no – but I thought they’d be part of my persona tonight. You know? The one where I’m someone else completely, and Iactuallyhavesex.
The look on Elliot’s facealmostscares me, but it is freakingglorious.
His chest puffs up. His eyes are fierce and wild. I think his muscled, rippling arms and shoulders are going to bust right through the seams of his shirt. He stalks along the edge of the crowd, now cowering and helpless beforehim.
“Who was going to fuck our woman tonight?” he shouts, his fists clenched at his sides and his forearms coiling andrippling.
Holyshit!
I’ve never heard him talk like this before. It’s crude. And it’s crazy. And he’s pissed off. And it’s making my clit ache so intensely that I think I might actually come right now in my soaked panties. When John puts his hand on my ass over his shoulder and gives it a little spank, my eyes roll back and I bite my lip. I squirm helplessly against hisbody.
“The party’s fucking over. Everyone out,” Elliot booms. I expect him to flash his police badge, but he doesn’t have to. Everyone goes skittering toward the exits all around us as I watch the room spin aroundme.
