“Why did you do that?” I ask quietly, and his eyes are staring deep into my own. Not a hint of boredom to be found.
“You were talking too much.” He smirks at me before slipping a hand onto my ass and pushing me down against his hardness. “Besides, I’ve wondered how it would be ever since I kissed you in the kitchen. Maybe I should enter the race to claim you myself. What do you think, Moonbeam? Do you want to be claimed by me?”
“I couldn’t say, but I’m sure you’d grow bored with me pretty quickly,” I reply before sliding off his lap and returning to my seat. He isn’t even denying it, as he throws the car into drive and rejoins the road. I guess we’ll be joining the guys now.
“I don’t know what I want anymore.” I don’t mean to say it, but I can’t take it back now it’s out there.
“If I offered you a free pass to leave and never look back. Would you take it?” His hand closes over my thigh closest to him, and he squeezes gently before brushing his fingers across until they rest on my inner thigh.
My eyes are on the side of his face as I open my mouth, and with no thought all, I can say is, “no.”
We pull up to a club and I am so far out of my element; I don’t even know how I’m supposed to get inside when I’m underage.
“Stop worrying, no one will say anything to you when they realize you’re with me,” Tom says as he climbs out and walks around to open my door.
His act of chivalry is throwing me off a little, even more so as he offers me his hand and pulls me up to my feet when I place mine inside his.
He leads me to the door and they don’t even glance in my direction as they open the door and let us in. I guess being a Harkwright really will open doors anywhere you go. We walk down a set of steps before entering the club, and Tom leads me to the center of the floor before spinning me into him and resting his hands on my waist.
“I didn’t know we’d be dancing,” I say foolishly, and his eyes sparkle as he pulls me flush against him and moves to the music. Guiding and bending my body to his will, and I forget all about Aeron and Tucker the entire time we bump and grind.
By the time the third song ends, I’m a hot sweaty mess, and I can’t even hide my relief as he steers me over to the bar and orders us both water.
“I won’t drink when I’m driving us back. Wouldn’t want anything to happen to you, would we?”
“Thanks, I guess. Out of curiosity, where are the other two?” I ask as I look around, trying to see if I can spot them.
“They’re here, just in a different part. What’s the matter, Moonbeam, missing your guy already?” He gives me a mock pout, and it’s aggravating more than I thought it would.
“No, why would I miss any of you?” I snap and his smile falls as he grabs my hand and starts leading me away from the bar, and toward a door with no sign to say where it leads.
“Why indeed, Moonbeam. Why indeed.” He opens the doors before leading me inside and I can see Tucker over by the far wall playing a game of pool with someone I don’t know. While Aeron is sprawled out on a chair with a joint in one hand and a girl in nothing more than a bra and panties dancing in front of him.
“Looks like he hasn’t been missing you. how does it feel?” Tom breathes in my ear as I stare at them.
She isn’t even trying to keep away from him as her tits are almost pushed into his face, and a furious rage burns through me as I watch him, watch her. My fingers start to twitch, and Tom lets go of me before joining Tucker at the table. He lifts his head up and looks at me, but the only one I can focus on is Aeron. Should this bother me? No. Does it? Hell fucking yes and I do not understand why, or at least, I don’t want to question why it’s having this reaction on me.
“I guess I know what your idea of fun is then,” I say, and it sounds hollow to my ears as he looks up at me through lazy, hooded eyes. He does nothing other than smirk at me and shrug his goddamn shoulders.
My fingers continue to twitch and I’m struggling to stop myself from marching over to them and ripping the bitch’s extensions right out of her hair.
“Why the fuck not? I’m a Harkwright. If I want a dirty little bitch to strip her clothes off and grind on my dick then I will. I don’t have to explain myself to you, Thirty-Four,” he drawls. This version of Aeron? Yeah, I fucking hate him.
“Good for you,” I grind out as Tucker walks toward me and takes my hand. “What are you doing?” I shouldn’t snap at him, but I can’t seem to help it.
“If Aeron wants to be a dick to you, then I’ll just have to make sure you have fun tonight,” he says as he leads me over to the pool table and stares down at the guy he was playing against, until he hightails it out of the room.
“Tom, be a pal and lock the door.” He doesn’t take his eyes off me as he grips my hips, and lifts me onto the pool table.
“Don’t speak, Tiny One,” he says as his fingers start to slowly undo the buttons of my dress.
My eyes flash to Tom, who is leaning against the door and watching the show, while Aeron sits in his chair with his eyes closed and the girl now grinding herself against him. My rage is still boiling just below the surface as Tucker undoes the last button and slides my dress down across my arms.
“Lay down,” he says it through a thick voice as I do as I’m told, and he picks a bottle up from the floor. Tequila.
He smirks at me as he unscrews the cap and takes a swig before lowering the neck to my belly button and pours the cool liquid into it. He licks his lips before he lowers his head and laps up every drop with his tongue. A moan slips free as he pours it over my chest and down the center of my body, before following the trail with his tongue. Leaving me sticky, wet, and so turned on, I think I may blow if he even gets close to my sweet spot.
I look over at Tom once more and his eyes are hooded as he watches Tucker drink from me, and his look only heats further as he slides my bikini bottoms down my legs. I close my eyes, I can’t bring myself to watch him watch me any longer. I’m not brave enough for that. I feel more liquid being poured over me before a mouth closes over my clit, and my back arches off the table before a loud crash fills the air. I jolt up to find Tucker sprawled on the floor, and a furious-looking Aeron standing over him.
“She’s my girl,” he shouts, his face growing redder by the second.
“You don’t want her, not if you’re going to sit there and get a lap dance from a walking STD,” he replies with a smirk, as he picks himself up off the floor.
“I thought I could do what I want,” Aeron says as his hands shake, and I’m not wasting any time to put my dress back on, as I do the buttons up with quivering hands.
“Then release her. Let someone else claim her, or do the right thing and just fucking be with her when she’s in the room. Because this kind of jealousy wouldn’t happen if you were only doing this because of fucking Emmet,” Tucker shouts before he retrieves the bottle, and takes another swig before throwing the bottle at the wall.
“It doesn’t matter. He’s got me by the balls, and he knows it,” he screams back before walking over to the girl and pushing her out of the door before slamming it closed and relocking it.