Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
I snort and shake my head. “Oh, God, no. You’re perfect. Maybe just focus on your relationship more and less on the sex. Then, maybe you can have an open discussion. You like him right?”
“He’s a good guy,” she agrees.
My phone buzzes and I quickly check it.
Coach: I miss you, beautiful. I’m outside.
I grab Olivia’s hand. “Let’s go party.”
The music thumps and the bass vibrates me to my core. We’ve been here for hours, just the three of us. Everett, at first, balked at me and Olivia’s fake IDs but eventually he just went with it. I love that about him. He acts like he’s a rule follower to keep up appearances. Eventually, though, he returns back to the bad boy he truly is underneath all that responsible adult exterior he has to wear each day.
“I wonder what’s past those ropes. Says ‘Members Only.’” I point toward the roped off area.
“We should find out,” Olivia agrees with a giggle. She wobbles in her heels, which makes me crack up laughing. Maybe those shots were a bad idea. Everett tried to warn us until we kept calling him Daddy. He gave up and passed us more drinks.
“You two stay here,” he orders and grabs my ass. “I’ll go find out.”
He saunters off, looking good enough to eat—his firm ass hugged nicely by his dark jeans. Just like he promised, he took me out into the world and showed everyone that I was his. Boldly, he’s kissed me in public more times than I can count tonight. We should be more careful but here, away from school, we can act like a real couple.
“Come on,” I tell Olivia and drag her back to the dance floor. “Let’s dance.”
We dance provocatively, mostly because I want to fuck with Everett. It works because not even five minutes later, he plucks me from Olivia and pulls me against his hard cock.
“Bad girl,” he murmurs into my ear. “And I know just the way to punish you.”
I squeal when he bites my neck. Then, he drags me toward the roped off area. Olivia wobbles behind us. When we reach the bouncer guarding it, Everett flashes him three black cards. The guy unhooks the rope and gestures up the stairs.
When we reach the top and push through a set of double doors, I’m immediately captivated by the world around me. The atmosphere is completely different than downstairs. Up here, the music is softer, the lights are lower, and, wait…are people having sex?
“Ummm. What the hell?” I whisper loudly at Everett.
He drapes an arm over my shoulders and leans in. “I just bought three tickets to Orj-E. Are you scared, Emo? You look downright fucking terrified.”
I roll my eyes and slap his hard stomach. “No, just surprised. Who knew there was a sex club up here?”
“Wow,” Olivia says with a grin. “I’m going to go explore.”
I grab her wrist. “Be careful.”
She laughs. “I’ll be fine.”
Once she bounces away, albeit a bit unsteadily due to a combination of liquor and stilettoes, Everett guides me through the throng of people. There are several black leather seats as big as king sized beds spread around the spacious room. They’re covered with white furry pillows. Most of them have people on them. All of them are half-naked and humping.
Wow.
So much wow.
“There,” Everett orders, pointing to what looks like a small ottoman right in the center of the room. He drags me over to it and plops his big body in the seat. “Take off your panties, Lake.”
All apprehension fizzles away and I flip him off. “River, ass.”
“Panties, Ocean.”
“Fuck off.”
“I will in about three minutes. Give me your goddamned panties, Brook.”
“You’re a dick,” I bite out.
He lifts a dark brow and scratches a finger along his jaw. “What’s that now? You want my dick. Come sit on it, Emo.”
I look around to see if anyone notices us. A woman old enough to be my mom winks at me. Yuck.
“Are you scared?” he teases, a wicked glint in his eyes.
“No.”
“I don’t think you’ll take your panties off and ride my big scary cock in front of all these people. My little freak isn’t so freaky after all. Too bad,” he taunts.
“Wanna bet?”
He smirks. “Give me your panties, River.”
Deciding to beat him at his own game, I turn my back to him and wave at the old woman before slipping my thumbs underneath my skirt. I hook the tops of my panties and shimmy them down my thighs. Without too much trouble, I untangle them from my boots and then waltz over to the woman. I lean forward and hold my panties out to her. “I’m trying to tease my boyfriend over there. Pretend you want these and you’ll be doing me a huge favor.”
She laughs, deep and throaty. “Oh, sweetie, I do want those panties. Hand ‘em over, sugar.”