Roy finally turned around and dashed away. The door shut behind him, but I could still see him making a beeline through the bodies.
“Maybe you should go out on the dance floor,” Deed said. His smile seemed kind of eerie, but I blamed it on the dim lighting above him. “It would make your night. Trust me.”
“And how do you know this?” I asked, giving him a small smile.
He chuckled. “Because dancing frees the soul, girl. It sets you loose. Makes you do things you never thought you could do.” He placed his hand against the small of the girl’s back and whispered something into her ear. She poked her bottom lip out but nodded, standing from his lap. As she walked by, she grimaced at me. She then opened the door and sauntered out and Deed came up to me. “Would you like me to dance with you?”
“No—Deed, that’s sweet of you, but I’ve never danced before and—”
“Eliza, is it?” he asked, cutting me off midsentence as he reached for another shot glass.
I nodded, pulling my bottom lip in to bite on it. He handed me the glass and I took it. He then grabbed a glass for himself.
“Ben sent you out here to have fun. Dancing is fun. I’ll dance with you. It’ll be like no one else is watching. I’ve got moves! Ask the boys who the best dancer is.” He did a three-sixty spin, the liquid within his shot glass still inside, and I bit on a smile as he held out his hands. “The groove isn’t just in my hands. It’s everywhere.”
I shook my head, but I couldn’t hide my smile any longer. I glanced over my shoulder at the people dancing wildly. The lights had dimmed, making it hard to see anything. “Okay.” I nodded. I chucked back my drink and he did the same. “Let’s go for it,” I said as we discarded our glasses.
With another eerie grin (What’s up with this lighting?), Deed grabbed my hand and led the way. The music had grown ten times louder as we stepped out. A few large men in black T-shirts looked at Deed and he nodded at them before stepping toward the dance floor.
His grip was still tight around my hand as he pushed through the crowd. The music wasn’t too fast, just a medium pace. The dub-step bass was thundering against the soles of my heels and soon I became lightheaded. I felt good—like an Eliza I’d never been before.
Deed finally stopped and faced me. He released my hand but turned me around to get my hips between his. It surprised me and I wanted to pull away, but I didn’t. Warm fingers touched my waist and soon we began to rock. I was stunned I was actually going through with it. Deed had game—I could give him that—because he brought me out on the dance floor with no problem and had me dancing against him. This was new.
“Just go with the music, Eliza,” he whispered in my ear. For some reason I shivered, but I didn’t stop dancing against him. My movements were slow and seductive. I never thought I had it in me, but it felt nice.
Thrilling.
I shut my eyes and Deed’s hands moved from my waist to my stomach. He was inching closer and closer to my breasts. It was unusual to have anyone this close. I never allowed anyone to get this close to my private areas… but I wasn’t stopping Deed. His hands against me felt good. His body glued to my backside was only enticing me to bury my hips deeper against his groin, causing him to growl pleasantly.
“Deed, what the fuck?” an aggravated voice called over the music. My eyelids fluttered open, knowing exactly whom the bedroom voice belonged to. My gaze drifted up to Gage who was looking at us, his hazel eyes harder than normal. “Having fun?” he asked me, his head tilted.
“Yeah, I am, actually,” I said.
Deed pulled away, chuckling as he stepped to my side and slung an arm tightly across my shoulders. I winced from his aggressiveness and he eased up a tad. “Ellie and I are just having some fun, Gage. Don’t be a cock-blocker.”
Gage sighed. “Don’t call her Ellie, Deed. You didn’t come up with that.”
“But you were right,” Deed said, smirking. “It fits her more.”
Gage’s jaw locked, but as he met my lost gaze, it slacked. “I think I’ll be stealing her away from you now.”
For a moment, Deed’s expression was sour. His eyes locked with Gage’s and I thought I caught rage, but then he pulled away from me and clapped Gage’s shoulder loudly—a little too forcefully—and slipped through the crowd. I narrowed my eyes at the two, finding the whole encounter a bit off. Was Deed upset about Gage’s interference?
Gage watched him walk off and then looked at me, moving in closer and grabbing my hand. As he spun me around, I swear I saw a smile spread across his lips. My back was facing his chest, his fingers curling around mine as he held me at my middle.
“You’re a true lightweight,” he murmured in my ear. I bit my bottom lip as he rocked his groin against me. His fingers pulled away from mine to move down my waist before hooking around my middle again. “Benny told me to watch over you tonight. I wasn’t supposed to tell you I’m your undercover babysitter, but Deed… He isn’t the kind of person you wanna get involved with. He carries more weight than you could probably handle.”
“Oh.” It was all I could manage. I was drowning in Gage’s touch.
“I think I’d be better at dancing against you tonight anyway,” Gage whispered in my ear. My skin pricked, the hair on my back rising. I could feel his erection caving into my back. His teeth grazed my earlobe and I shuddered, delighted.
“Why are you flirting and dancing with me when you have Penelope?” I panted.
He remained quiet, but he didn’t stop working his hips. His fingers inched up and I sighed, allowing the back of my head to fall against his shoulder. He was getting closer to my breasts, just like Deed, but with Gage I could actually feel it. The heat of his fingers was so intense through my dress that I could have melted into a puddle. Instead of touching my breasts, though, he skipped over them to pull my hair away from my shoulders, his lips hovering over my neck, his warm breath tickling the skin. I caught goose bumps from his sweet, seductive actions. Damn it, he was too good.
He was getting harder and harder below, caving into my back, my hips. Was I really doing this to his body? He was getting turned on by me. I could tell by the way he was grunting and trying to keep his composure. He was trying his hardest not to touch me in my delicate places.
“Penelope’s gone,” he finally murmured.
“So you come to me when she can’t see you.” That caused my eyes to open and I spun around to face him. Gage was baffled but still smiling.
“I’m only taking care of you, Ellie,” he said, a smirk curling at his lips.
“I’m twenty-one. I don’t need a babysitter, Gage.”
“In here you do.” He looked around and I looked with him. I noticed then a few men licking their lips and staring straight at my ass. Fucking hounds. My glare twisted into disgust as I pushed past Gage. I wasn’t about to be an easy fix for anyone.
I wanted to call Ben and tell him to get me a driver so I could leave. Drinking was obviously a mistake. If the buses weren’t so far away, I would have walked to them. Unfortunately, I was stuck at this dumbass club with alcohol in my system. I wasn’t feeling myself and it was good and bad. Good because I finally got to dance and feel sort of free, but bad because it made me go through with things I wouldn’t do if I were sober.
I grabbed the handle of the door and went for one of the couches. As I dropped onto the cushion, Gage came strolling in. With each step he took, my heart banged against my chest. His liquid-hazel eyes never left mine.
He sighed, slouching down beside me. “I must have upset you.”
“I’m fine.” I inched away from him. He was too close.
“I thought you didn’t do the party and club thing?” I looked at him and his eyebrow had elevated.
“I don’t.”
“But you were dancing against Deed like a pro. That’s saying a little something.”
“Trust me, that’s new to me. I’m sure it won’t happen again.”
“It can happen,” Gage said, sliding in closer. “Just not with Deed—or anyone like him.”
“So you’re telling me what to do now?”
“No.”
I stilled as he slid in even closer. I couldn’t understand Gage. He was flirting with me, dancing with me, but he had a girlfriend. A hot girlfriend. “Well, then I can dance with whomever I like.”
“Did you enjoy dancing with me, Ellie?” he murmured. He touched my thigh and it was like a zap to my emotions—snapping me out of my stubbornness. Being next to him was making my stomach coil and my legs lock with pleasure. My nipples were tightening beneath my silky bra, causing less space for my breasts to breathe. Goodness, how is he doing this to me?
“The question is did you enjoy it?” I challenged.
He chuckled, pulling his hand away to rest his arm on top of the couch. He was still close; his chest was almost touching my side-boob. Yeah… pretty close.
“I know you felt that. I enjoyed it more than you think.”
I burst into a laugh. “Why?”
“Did I not mention before that I find you hot? Sexy? Getting a dance from you was one of the many things I wanted from my ‘what I’d like from Ellie’ list.”