Page 24 of Let Me
“Come on,” Benji says, standing to his feet. I see more than a few female eyes turn our way in the dim lights of the club. I get up, and we walk to the couches on the edge of the dance floor, sit beside one another at one, and immediately get more drinks.
It doesn’t take long and Benji is drinking like he used to. He’s already got a girl on his lap, his hands running up her back, knotting in her hair.
Suddenly, there’s a woman in front of me, long blonde hair and sheer black garter on, visible under her short red dress. She dips her head, indicating my lap. My hands are resting on my thighs and I nod, make room for her.
I don’t know her, and she doesn’t know me, but isn’t that the point of this place?
It’s Riley’s point, apparently. I can still see her, beyond this girl’s tits in my face. See her turn around, pull the guy into her, his hands cupping her ass.
I hate it, but I feel myself growing hard despite it. What the fuck is wrong with me?
The girl on top of me grinds against me, murmuring in my ear. She smells sweet, and her skin is so soft, and when she presses her chest into my face, I bite.
She laughs, but it’s a nervous laugh.
I let go of her, grab her ass almost hard enough to bruise, to see if she likes it. To see if she can handle whatIlike. For a moment, there’s fear in her blue eyes, but then she presses into me again and right there, in the couches around the dance floor, I nuzzle her dress down, take her little hard nipple in my mouth and suck it.
She throws her head back, her neck exposed, and then I see Riley.
The guy’s hands areunderher dress, and she’s tiltingherhead back and fucking moaning. I can’t hear it, but I see her mouth open, her eyes closed, this guy finger-fucking her on the dance floor.
“Are you okay?” the girl on my lap whispers in my ear, but I push her off, barely registering that she stumbles in her heels. I don’t care. I storm through the writhing dancers, ignoring Benji calling my name at my back.
I grab Riley’s arm, twist her out of the man’s grip, who is at first surprised, and then pissed off.
Riley frowns, rears her fist back like she’s going to punch me—and I’m sure she would if I were someone else—and then she realizes it’s me.
She goes stiff in my arms, and her lips part, confusion on her face.
“What the fuck?” the guy asks, eyes blazing.
I look down at his hands. Think of them all overher.Inside of her. “Fuck off,” I growl, and then I steer Riley around, through the crowd.
“What the fuck are you doing, Caden?” she hisses, loudly.
I turn to her, my hand still around her arm.
“You want him?” I ask, then step closer to her, so she can hear me. There are bodies jostling all around us, around her, and I want to get her out. Away from these assholes.
But I know better.
I know she would tear them apart. She’s done it to me. To my brother.
“If you want him, go fuck him,” I say, jerking my head at the guy who is watching us, bewildered. But I’m half a foot taller than he is, and he makes no move toward me. “Make another video, why don’t you?”
I lean in closer, my words against her ear. She smells so good. Like lavender. And that scent that’s justher.I bite back a groan.
“If you want him, Riley, give yourself to him.”
She doesn’t move. I hear her breath catch. And when I pull her arm again, she goes with me.
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WHAT THE ACTUALfuck am I doing?
Caden has my arm, and he’s pulling me through the throng of people in the club, away from the guy I’d just met that I was drunk enough to grind all over. I don’t regret it, he was hot enough, but what the hell is Caden even doing here? And why is he taking me from the club?
