“I’m not a little girl.”
“No. You’re my Leafy, and I want to see you safe.”
Somehow the part where he says ‘my’ makes me gloat.
We go inside, and I’m almost blown away by the music drumming in my ears. It’s loud and deafening music. They’re playing Kanye West’s song, ‘Black Skinhead,’ and I’m scowling just from hearing it. I hate these songs. I don’t even want to call it music.
“Jesus,” I say, covering my ears.
Hunter chuckles. “Probably his idea of partying.”
With his I guess he means ‘the boss,’ whoever that is.
I’m glad when this song is over and the next one is Muse’s ‘Supermassive Black Hole,’ which I think is a much better song. It’s also one of the few songs of theirs I’ve actually listened to.
Hunter greets some buddies of his with a fist bump, and I look around a little in the meantime. I catch a glimpse of Scarlet and Brody near a table. They both seem pissed, and from the looks of it it’s a pretty heated conversation. They’re arguing over something.
It shouldn’t bother me so much, especially not after seeing Scarlet all over Hunter, but something about seeing them fight just makes my skin crawl.
Hunter grabs my hand and steps in front of me, blocking my sight. He pulls my hand up to his face with a seductive look in his eyes. “Wanna dance?”
“B-but what about―”
“It can wait,” he says with a deep, rumbling voice that sends hot streaks to my core.
He brings my hand up to his mouth, keeping his predatory eyes on me like a hawk. When his lips press down on my skin, I shudder.
He pulls me back across the dance floor, licking the back of my hand. He makes me feel strange things in places I didn’t even know existed. He’s so fucking sexy, I can’t resist.
Placing my hand on his shoulder, he drags me closer, pressing my chest up against him. This song is perfect to dance to, and my God … can he dance.
He twirls me around in his arms and puts his hands on my waist, swaying us both. Grinding his hips against my ass, we start to dance. It’s extremely dirty, and I don’t think I’ve ever danced like this before.
His hands are on my belly and waist, slipping and sliding up and down like he’s feeling his way across my body. I can hear him breathing, he’s so close to my ear. His scent is intoxicating, and I bite my lip in a frenzy.
He lowers his head, sinking his lips onto my neck. Leaving long, luscious kisses, he moans softly against my skin, turning me on.
I’m getting wound up quickly. Especially after I feel his bulge poking in my ass.
He knows exactly what to do, pushing my buttons until I forget everything and everyone around me. All I can think about is feeling his body against mine, clothes grazing, hips colliding, clutching each other in a hot and sweaty dance.
God, this is the life.
I feel like a drooling teen around him.
“Hey,” Hunter whispers close to my ear. “Isn’t that your friend? Evie?”
I turn my head to where he’s pointing, and I gasp when I see her dancing. She’s here. She came.
With a girl.
My eyes widen as she glances at me and throws me a look.
I smile, and she smiles back.
Good. I’m glad she’s happy. At least, a little. I want her to have a good time, even if it’s without me.
“What’s she doing here?” he asks.
“I invited her to come. I wanted her to have a good time. You know, relax a little. She really needed it.”
“Are you sure? She looks upset,” he says.
“That’s because we’re in a bit of a rough spot at the moment.”
“How come?” Hunter kisses my temple.
I swallow away the lump in my throat. “I found out she’s in love with me.”
He chuckles proudly. “And you were already pining for someone else.”
I flush. “Yeah, well, it’s difficult,” I say, still feeling a little insecure about the whole thing.
He grins, and a sound escapes his mouth that sounds like a humming groan. “Too bad for her I got you first. Now you’re mine.”
Hunter presses a kiss on my cheek, and he drags it down to my neck, persuading me to close my eyes again. His tongue sometimes dips out, marking me as his. I am his.
I’m squirming against him as he feels me up and then some. It’s hot in here, and I’m out of my mind, out of it because of him.
Suddenly I hear someone scream.
My eyes jerk open, zoning in on the exact spot the sound emanated from. We stop dancing, and Hunter releases me from his grip. There’s a girl lying on the floor. Evie’s standing right next to her, fuming. A guy stands across from her, laughing.