Page 81 of Raze
“Drinks first,” he shouts over the music to me just as a server brings a tray of shots and two tall glasses of whiskey to our table.
I nod and pick up the first shot, waiting for him to follow suit before we clink them together and shoot them back. A question that’s been niggling at the back of my mind since we left the firehouse pushes its way forward. “Why was Dane so okay with us leaving? I know Aiden was going to be there to keep an eye on him, but…”
“But you expected him to be pissed about us going out? Or jealous, since he can’t?”
I shrug. “Well, yeah. Either of those. Or both, really.” I take a sip of my drink and can’t taste any soda behind the burn of whiskey. Which is fine by me, but reminds me of how perfectly Portia made drinks at Hype.
“He’s not happy about it,” he answers me, and I almost choke on the next shot.
“Then why didn’t he put up a bigger fight? He didn’t seem mad.” And he didn’t snark or call us both out for being idiots like he definitely would have done not even a month ago.
Kell finishes his next shot, and I notice we’re going shot for shot as we respond to each other. “Let’s just say that this is a one-time permission slip from him, where he’ll cover our asses with Aiden. So we should enjoy it while we’re here.”
He holds up his glass to toast mine, and then we’re racing tochug the drink first and clear our table. I still don’t understand why Dane would cover for us, but decide to worry about it later. This is supposed to be us enjoying ourselves and having a good time, not trying to pick apart what Dane might be thinking.
Kellan walks around the small, circular table and holds his hand out to me. “Come on, beautiful. Let’s finish what we started on our last date.”
I roll my eyes at the reminder when I’d forgotten about our night out and he kidnapped me from Hype. “That wasn’t a date. And this isn’t either,” I retort, even though my hand drops easily into his, and my stomach flutters at the arrogant grin that tells me I can say what I want, but he’s calling them dates.
We move onto the dance floor that’s less packed with bodies as Hype is, but considering there are three floors, I guess there’s a bit more room. It’s still busy enough that we have to move through the crowd to find a good spot for us where I can feel like I’m blending in with the other dancers.
I dance to the beat, doing what I always do, as I let the music run through my body and take control. I’m surprised by how well Kellan moves in front of me, using his arms and hips in a way that screams sex and strength. It isn’t long before I see other girls eyeing him and trying to move in. It’s easy to ignore them after the third attempt when Kellan clearly only has eyes for me, shifting himself away from them and closer to me to make his intentions clear.
I feel trapped in his gaze as we both move and bump and grind with the music, eventually drawn closer to one another by some invisible magnet until my arms are wrapped around his neck, my legsstraddling one of his as I grind my hips against him, and our eyes lock.
I lose track of time as one song easily bleeds into the next. The dance floor is a sweltering mass of bodies and movement, heating my skin and making me sweat. My lips are parted to gather more air while we dance and watch each other as if the rest of the club doesn’t exist.
Kellan’s hand drags down my lower back to my ass cheek. He squeezes it firmly in his grasp and then uses that grip to pull my body further against him until I can feel the hard press of his cock through his jeans. His head dips down and I tilt my face toward his, grateful for the added height from my high heels which means I don’t have to push up on my toes and he doesn’t have to lean too far to reach me.
His lips crash into mine. My arms tighten around him, gripping his neck and moaning into his kiss as he eats me alive while I grind my pussy over his leg.
He breaks away from me and flips me around, my back to his front, with his hands on my hips and yanking me back against him as he moves us together to the beat of the music. I want to complain at the loss of friction, but one of his hands slips beneath my dress.
When his fingers find that I’m going commando, he nips at my ear and growls, “You’re playing a dangerous game with a dress this short, beautiful. But if you were looking for me to fight any guy that gets close to you, then challenge accepted.”
Kellan’s finger slips inside me before I have a chance to respond, and all conscious thought leaves my brain in an instant. My bodysinks onto his finger, taking it in greedily and desperate for more.
My arms move up over my head to wrap around his neck so I have something to hold on to as my body tries to take anything and everything he wants to give me. It doesn’t matter that we’re still in the middle of the dance floor or that there are hundreds of people around us who could see.
The very idea that we could get caught, that we’re sneaking this in public, sends a rush through me that heats my skin in a different way than dancing never could.
“Fuck, beautiful. I really will kill any man who tries to touch you tonight. This better all be for me.” He adds a second finger, pumping it in and out of me while his other hand somehow keeps us both on the beat of the music as if nothing’s happening.
Thankfully, Kell can multitask, because I’m doing a shit job of focusing on anything other than the feel of his hand. I’m lucky I’m still standing, honestly, and when he brings his slick fingers to tease my clit, my knees shake and test my resolve to keep my shit together so he doesn’t stop.
His mouth nibbles along my shoulder, which shoots straight to my cunt, and I can feel a warm trickle of desire before his fingers fill me up again. There are three this time, though, and I gasp and moan out without care. Kellan’s other hand shifts in front of my dress, his hand pressing down against my clit and moving it in a slow but steady pressure while his fingers do the work of driving into me until I cry out once an orgasm rips through me.
I collapse against him, using his body and hands on me to stay upright while my jelly legs try to remember how to work properly.He draws me up against him, turning me like a doll in his arms that he can move as he pleases, then makes me watch him suck his three fingers clean in my daze.
“You’d better learn to walk fast, Bambi, because I’m not through with you.”
Right.
I use him for support to test my legs, and as soon as he sees that I can stand on my own, he wraps his arm behind my back and propels us through the crowd to some planned destination. He snaps at a few people who don’t move immediately out of his path, but we finally make it to…
The bathroom?
“Wait—” I start, suddenly unsure of what his plan is.
