“It’s a girly drink and will be perfect for someone who looks like an ounce of liquor will knock her over.”
Narrowing my eyes, I whispered, “Are you making fun of me?”
“Quite possibly,” he said back in a much flirtier tone. What was his antic? What was he attempting to do by all of this? Hanging around Zerro made me think everything over so much more than I should.
A drink was pushed in front of me so I took it. It looked like pineapple juice, and as I put the straw to my lips and sucked, I waited for the awful burn to come. When it didn’t, and my taste buds were met with a tangy pineapple flavor, I all but sighed. It was delicious, tangy reminding me of the beach.
“Good?” he questioned his own eyes roaming over the dance floor. The club wasn’t overly huge, simply a two story building with a long ass line outside.
“Very,” I mumbled taking the straw between my teeth for another sip, which turned into a gulp. The pounding of the music drowned out all other thoughts, and for a moment, I slipped into another form. Someone I didn’t even know. My body swayed to the fast beat of music, and all I could think of doing was getting up and grabbing someone to dance with.
“What were your real reasons for coming with me?” Devon yelled though I could barely hear him. I loved this environment. The darkness, the smell of sweat, and the smoke in the air. It was exhilarating making me forget about my past until Devon brought it up.
“First, I wanted to get away from Zerro. He’s up my ass all the time and, believe it or not, it surprised me he let me run.” Pausing for a moment, I took another drink completely dismissing the straw.
“Secondly, I needed out. I needed air, and I needed to see things differently.” My head was getting a little fuzzy, but I still wanted to keep going. One drink wouldn’t be enough for all I had been dealing with.
“You know he loves you, right?” Devon asked, but it was more all matter of fact like, the amusement leaving his voice as he took the empty glass from my hands. I wanted to say something like get me another, but I knew it would be rude.
“I know he loves me. Not like I don’t. I just think if he expected me to let things of the past go, then he should, too. His mother was murdered by my father, and he killed him in cold blood. It’s okay for me to have to move on, but it’s not okay for him. He’s been holding the grudge since like forever.”
Another drink was placed in my hands, and I turned to Devon rewarding him with a smile. He was earning huge brownie points from me. Even if he had the chance of not walking tomorrow. Zerro would kill him if he knew where he brought me. I sipped my second drink a little slower and moved to the beat of the new song some more.
“I feel so close to you right now, it’s a force field…” I sang the words totally off key and had it not been for the volume of the music, everyone would’ve been covering their ears.
The alcohol was settling into my veins, and slowly but surely, I found myself wandering out onto the dance floor. People surrounded me in masses as our bodies moved against one another’s. Nothing mattered at this moment more than spreading my wings and being free.
For the first time in months, I wasn’t afraid, I wasn’t ashamed—I was just me. My hair stuck to my skin as my body became encased in a shell of sweat. Then I felt him. I didn’t have to see him to know he was there. My heart tugged to him. My body yearned for him. I continued to move to the beat, wondering how he had found me.
“Piccolo…” His sweet voice sounded like a deep ocean and had me melting like chocolate. Why was I mad at him again?
“Alzerro King…” I slurred my words but only slightly. His hands encompassed my hips as he pushed his own to meet my movements. His whole body was against mine as I moved. Our hearts beat as one as his thrusts became so much more. His length pressed firmly into my ass told me I had some kind of hold on him still.
“Ahhh….” I moaned unable to contain the pleasure claiming me.
“Believe me, I know…” he whispered against my skin as his hands roamed my body moving me to the rhythm he wanted. I was hyperaware of my clenching pussy and my need for him was almost starving.
“I’m sorry, Bree. I’m so fucking sorry I allowed you to run without following. I’m sorry you think me loving you might not be enough.” I could hear the suffering in his voice. Pushing back against him, he gripped me hard. If he were sorry, he would have to prove it.
Rubbing my ass into his groin did me no good when it came to me feeding my own needs.
“Slow down, beautiful,” he growled, taking my earlobe in-between his teeth. Slow down? If anything, I needed to speed up.
Whirling around so I could face him, I rubbed my hand between his legs. He was more than ready for me. He was straining against his pants, and by the look in his eyes, I could tell I was playing with fire.
“If you’re truthfully sorry…. prove it.” I leaned into his face whispering the words in his ear. A fire was ignited within me. As much as I wanted to be mad at Devon for giving away our location, I knew I couldn’t be. He had given me this small sliver of happiness in this world of chaos… With a gift like that, I couldn’t be mad.
“Oh, I will, Piccolo… I fucking will…” His lips found my neck, and in a flash, I was melting into a puddle of mush. My resistance to him was nothing. The bites, kisses, and sucks of my own flesh were all that could be heard. His hands skimmed over my body until they landed on my ass. With one quick movement, he had me wrapping my legs around his waist.