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The area is packed; bodies on bodies everywhere, drinks overflowing, drugs being passed around, and I get to be an onlooker to it all.Goosebumpsby HVME pulses through the speakers surrounding the room as I dance behind the waist-high cage I’m enclosed in. Sweat pours down my body as the beat vibrates through me.
It’s been a few hours since I arrived, and it only seems to be getting more crammed the later it gets. I’m parched, the back of my throat drier than a desert as I unlock the metal gate, exiting the cage in search of something to drink. Pushing through the crowd, I eventually find my way to the stairwell, taking it down to the main level.
I haven’t seen Katie since we parted ways, and I wonder how she’s doing. As soon as the thought crosses my mind, I spot her across the room, behind the bar. She’s laughing with one of the customers in front of her, her eyes lit up and gleaming. She looks totally in her element. I knew she’d kill this gig.
Like me, she’s typically extroverted and can make friends almost anywhere. Spotting me strolling up, she turns to smile and wave at me before returning her attention to the customer. My eyes roam around the space while I wait for her. It’s not quite as jam-packed down here as it is up on the third level, but it’s still crowded. It also doesn’t appear to be as drug and sex infused as upstairs either.
“How’s it going, E?” Katie has to yell to be heard above the thumping beat of whatever house song is currently playing. It’s not one I’ve heard before.
“Not bad.” She slides me a water bottle that I immediately crack open and chug before asking, “How’s it going down here?”
“Great!” she chirps while simultaneously pouring me two shots of Ciroc. “It’s like a buffet of sexy ass men roaming around, begging me to make them drinks. What’s not to like?”
The water gets caught in my throat as I bark out a half cough, half laugh. “Touché. It really is. And they’re rich too.”
“Oh, trust me.” She waggles her brows. “I know. They tip like they’re rich.”
Finishing off my water, I hand it back to her before downing the shots back-to-back. “Glad you’re enjoying yourself.” There’s a dish on the bar full of Dum-Dums suckers. Grabbing a blue raspberry one, I rip the wrapper off, popping it into my mouth and handing Katie the trash. “Gotta get back to work. I’ll catch ya later.”
“Have fun,” she calls after me. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
Glancing over my shoulder, I laugh. “Ha! I makenopromises.”
I weave through the people littering the staircase, making my way back up to level three. If possible, it’s even more crowded than it was fifteen minutes ago. I’m able to make it back to the cage without too much trouble, but as soon as I get myself inside, movement to my left catches my attention. Snapping my head in that direction, my gaze collides with a familiar set of ebony eyes across the room. A shiver thunders down my spine despite the overwhelmingly warm temperature of the room.
He’s standing beside the window that overlooks the water. A white button-down with the sleeves rolled up his muscular, corded forearms, and the top two buttons undone, revealing his fuzzy chest, is accompanied by a pair of black slacks that look like they were designed for his body specifically.
Kind of a weird outfit given where we are and the fact that it’ssummerin the south.
Isn’t he hot?
My eyes flit to the man standing beside him. It’s Enzo. It’s interesting that a sheriff would be at a party like this. He’s not in uniform or anything, but still, there’s a lot of illegal activity happening here. I wonder if anyone besides me knows he’s a cop.
Dragging my gaze back to Zeke, he’s watching me. I want to march over there and ask what the hell he’s doing here and if my mom knows he’s here. But it’s not that shocking to see him here now, is it? Considering how we met.
The song ends, and a smirk slides on my face asI’m a Slave 4 Uby Britney Spears starts playing. The beat is seductive and sexy, and my body moves of its own volition; hips swaying and rolling, hands roaming all over my skin that’s suddenly flushed—whether from the eyes on me that shouldn’t be there or the vodka flowing in my bloodstream, I’m not sure. Maybe both.
Mr. Five-Oh isn’t paying me any attention. He’s too busy chatting with the cocktail server to his right. Mr. Tall, Dark, and Intimidating, though, can’t take his eyes off me.
I wonder what’s going through his mind right now as his gaze travels over the expanse of my nearly naked body. Is he thinking about the fact that I’m the son of hiswife? Or is he thinking about the night we met when his hands were exploring every inch of the flesh his eyes are currently taking inventory of?
It’s not often I allow myself to remember that night. There’s no point. The situation is about as weird and inappropriate as it can get. But tonight, under the heat of his gaze, my mind clearly isn’t letting me off that easily. Images flash through my thoughts like a slideshow on a projector…
The way he felt underneath me. How big and tall his frame was, and how my thighs needed to spread extra wide to straddle him.
The way his hands felt on my body. The electric, sultry way his fingers danced over my skin. The way they felt inside me. The way they felt wrapped around my throat, squeezing and cutting off my air as he fucked me.
And his cock…God, his cock was glorious. It was too dark in the room to get a good look at it, but fuck, it was huge. Big enough to practically split me in half.
It was, hands down, the best sex I’ve ever had in my life. And it’ll never happen again.Thisis exactly why I don’t allow myself to think about it. It does nothing but turn me on before completely pissing me off.
His eyes are hungry. Even from all the way over here, I can see it. We’re tip-toeing a very dangerous line right now, but I can’t look away and clearly, neither can he.
When the song ends, our bubble is broken. The sheriff pulls Zeke’s attention from me, and it’s like a bucket of ice water’s been dumped on my head.
Moving back here was such a bad idea.
