God, I am so over people judging me.
Bryan has barely moved from his spot and I go to him, draping my arms across his shoulders, my face in his. I tilt my head close to his ear. “You don’t dance?”
“I’m too busy watching you.” He settles his hands on my hips, his fingers pressing into my bare skin.
I feel nothing at his touch, but I still chase it. Chase the approval, chase the smile on his face. The way he looks at me. He wants me. He’s imagining fucking me right now and I smile at him, tipping my head back as he leans forward, his mouth barely brushing mine.
“You’re a fucking tease,” he tells me.
“I’m a fucking sure thing,” I return saucily.
His grip tightens and I pull away from his hands, turning so my back is to his front. I sing along with the chorus, rubbing my butt shamelessly against his crotch, and I can feel him beneath his black jeans. He’s hard.
Good.
I keep it up, my gaze searching, looking for the one person who I want to witness this, but of course, I don’t spot him anywhere. He’s probably already cozied up with some idiot girl who’s willing to suck his cock in front of everyone else.
Poor thing. I know what it’s like, wanting him. It’s painful.
Wonderful.
I shut my eyes, trying to banish him from my thoughts. I basically grind my ass on Bryan’s dick and he settles those hands on my hips, his fingers sliding brazenly beneath the waistband of my bikini bottoms. I pull away some, his hands dropping and then I turn to face him once more, bending my knees and dipping low, so my face is right at dick level.
“What the fuck?” he yells with a laugh. I can tell he’s enjoying this. “Were you a stripper in a former life or what?”
“You wish,” I tell him as I slowly rise, my body brushing against his the entire way. “I’m the devil, don’t you know?” I point at my sequined horns atop my head with an evil grin.
“You’re fucking tempting, that’s for sure.” His grip is firm as he slams my body into his, his voice a low growl. “Come with me.”
I mock pout. “I still want to dance.”
“Let’s get out of here for a few minutes first. I need to cool down. Then you can dance all you want, Satan.” He grins.
I grin too.
Glancing toward the doorway, I spot Whit. Dressed all in black, with black devil horns on his head. Anger surges through me and I curl my hands into fists. Of course, we match.
Of course.
His gaze finds mine, narrowing when he sees me, his upper lip curling in apparent disgust. I grab Bryan from behind, resting his hands on my hips as I begin to gyrate, putting on a show for Whit. I want him to know I’ve moved on.
I have.
Whit glares as I continue to dance, Bryan’s hands toying with the waistband of my bikini bottoms. I let him, reveling in the heat I see in Whit’s eyes, wishing he was the one whose hands were on me. I part my lips and raise my arms, lifting my hair up off my neck, swaying back and forth to the song. My eyes fall closed for a moment and I lose myself, wishing for Whit’s hands, not Bryan’s. Wishing for Whit’s mouth on my neck, not Bryan’s.
When I open my eyes once the song ends, Whit is gone.
Bryan takes my hand, leading me out of the crowd. I spot Sylvie standing with Spencer and wave, but she stares at me, her eyes wide as she shouts, “Summer, what the hell are you doing?”
“I’ll be back,” I tell her, pointing at the back of Bryan’s head, mouthing, he’s cute. I give her two thumbs up and her expression turns horrified.
“Don’t go outside with him!” she yells at me.
I ignore her warning, laughing when someone slaps my ass as I walk past. Some guy with a lecherous grin on his face. I have no idea who he is. The first one gets away with it, so another guy slaps my ass. Yet another touches my waist. They’re all trying to grab at me, and I let them, not caring, too busy laughing, basking in the attention. Nothing bothers me. I totally want Bryan to touch me. I might even let him fuck me. I want to forget about Whit once and for all and let someone else give me what I need for a change.
Bryan comes to an abrupt stop at the top of the steps, causing me to run into the back of him. “Move out of my way,” he demands.
“What the fuck are you doing, McAllister?”
I shrink behind Bryan, recognizing that deadly voice. It’s Whit.
And he sounds furious.
“Trying to leave with my new friend. Now move.” Bryan doesn’t sound scared of him whatsoever, which is kind of shocking.
Everyone bows down to a Lancaster.
“You’re not going anywhere with her,” Whit says quietly.
Everyone outside goes silent, eager to watch, ready for drama, as always. I cower behind Bryan, not wanting Whit to see me. Not wanting to see Whit.
“Who the fuck are you to tell me who I can and cannot fuck? Just because you’re a Lancaster, it doesn’t mean shit to me.” Bryan glances over his shoulder, snagging my hand in his and tugging. “Come on, Satan. Let’s get out of here.”
I follow behind him, Whit shockingly enough stepping aside to let us pass, his gaze landing on me. Burning me where I stand.
“You’re really going to go with him.” His words are aimed at me.
“You have no claim on me anymore,” I say haughtily, pausing so I can give him the full effect of my costume.
He barely looks at me, and that hurts. Doesn’t he notice? Can’t he see?
Bryan tugs on my hand. “Come on,” he mutters, but I don’t move. I’m rooted to the spot.
A girl approaches, settling herself right beside Whit, and I squint, my vision a little blurry from the alcohol as I really take him in. Accompanying the black horns is a red pitchfork that he’s currently clutching in his hand. I suppose the devil himself doesn’t have to dress up, but it’s so damn annoying how we match.
The girl’s face is heavily made up, and she’s wearing a sexy witch costume, complete with a pointy witch’s hat on top of her head. I realize in an instant it’s Caitlyn, and she’s smirking at me, curling her arm through Whit’s.
“Nice costume,” she sneers at me. “You may as well have come naked.”
“Gee thanks,” I taunt. “Your costume is scarily…accurate when it comes to your personality.”
Her expression turns murderous. Whit doesn’t say a damn thing, appearing amused by the both of us.
“Right, and yours is accurate too, since you look like a complete slut,” she says, but her insult is weak.
Laughing, I give her the finger and she scowls in return. Bryan wraps his arm around my neck, pulling me in close and kissing my forehead. Whit’s gaze is murderous as he watches us, and I smirk at him, unable to help myself.
“Come on, Satan,” Bryan says, his lips moving against the side of my face. “She’s just jealous.”
“Have fun with my leftovers,” I tell her as Bryan releases me.
Bryan grabs my hand and I let him lead me down the stairs, feeling Whit’s furious gaze upon me the entire time.
We walk through the soggy grass, Bryan’s steps hurried as he practically drags me behind him. I can’t stop giggling, thinking of Whit’s face when he saw me on the dance floor. How angry he looked. How he has Caitlyn now, who probably has no idea who she’s dealing with. He’s so fucking dark and twisted.