Despite the thumping music, I heard Lucy yelling my name before I actually saw them. Jason took my drink from my hand before I splashed it all over my pretty dress.
“You look amazing,” I said to Lucy, twirling her around to check out her dress. She was wearing a black lace dress with a plunging neckline. Surprisingly, it wasn’t that short. “I’m guessing Jameson is coming?” I asked, lifting an eyebrow.
She rolled her eyes, but her lips tipped up with a smile. “Maybe.”
“Maybe is good. I’ll take those odds.” She gave me a brief hug and then I saw Char and Lily coming through the crowd behind us.
When Char spotted me, she gave me a small smile. For the life of me I couldn’t see anything wrong with it. Letting go of Lucy, I hugged Char and said hi to Lily. I’d only seen her a few times around campus, but she looked kind.
After the girls said hi to Jason and Devlin, they ordered their drinks. When Jason’s arm sneaked around me while I was talking to Lily, I turned my head to look at him, but his attention was on Devlin telling him a story about their mutual friend.
“Can we talk for a few minutes when we find a quiet spot?” Char asked, leaning toward me.
I smiled. “Of course.”
So what if they were together? I wasn’t Marcus’ keeper, and if Char actually had feelings for him, even if they’d started when we were dating… Well, I hoped they were happy, or at least would be. So, I would listen to her and be okay with whatever she wanted to tell me.
“Come on. Let’s dance,” Lucy said, pulling Lily to the dance floor with her. Motioning for me to follow, she turned her back and started dancing with a more than ready to let loose Lily.
“Do you want me to show you the private rooms, Jason?” Devlin asked, saving me from humiliation. As much as I loved the atmosphere of a club, I wasn’t the best dancer out there. Sure, I could shake my ass, do a dip, jump around, and that sort of stuff, but I wasn’t drunk enough to jump on the dance floor quite yet.
“You can stay with your friends if you want,” Jason said, pushing my wavy hair away from my face.
I fitted my hand into his. “No, I want to come with you.”
After letting Char know that we were going up to check out the private rooms, we left the girls downstairs and followed Devlin up to the third floor where the VIP rooms were located.
“There is a security guard waiting right outside every occupied room, and you’ll have your own bartender to prepare you whatever you want from the bar,” Devlin said, letting us into a dimly lit room.
To my surprise it wasn’t cut off from the rest of the club at all. At the right side of the room, there was a small balcony with a railing where you had a bird’s eye view of the entire club. Since the private rooms were located only on the left side of the building, there was no way anyone could see who was in the private rooms or what they were doing in there. I doubted anyone looking up from the dance floor could make out anything in the dark either.
A huge leather sectional covered an entire wall and in front of it, there was an equally big leather ottoman. The chandelier that hung from the ceiling was the only light source in the room. In the far left corner of the room there was a small bar, fully loaded, presumably for those A-listers who didn’t want to waste time waiting for their drinks to arrive.
A security guard came inside and pulled Devlin to the corner of the room, speaking in hushed tones.
“You want to bring your friends up here?” Jason asked, coming to my side as I took in the room. “It’s nice, but you will be pretty isolated from the crowd, though.”
“Guys,” Devlin said, grabbing our attention. “Is it okay if I join you later? The guys are having a problem at the door. I better go handle that. Please, invite your friends up and use the room in any way you want, Olive. If you call out to Anthony, who is guarding the door, he’ll make sure to send a bartender up here.”
“Everything okay?” Jason asked.
He gave him a nod and patted him on his shoulder. “Nothing to worry about. A few uninvited people making a ruckus outside. I’ll come back when things are more settled down, okay?”
Devlin left and I braced myself on my elbows on the railing as I gazed down at the dance floor. The DJ changed the music and the dark notes of Katy Perry’s “Dark Horse” filled the space. It was a more erotic remix of it, the bass lower and more powerful.
When I couldn’t hear Jason, I looked over my shoulder to see him closing the door and turning the lights off. Then he came toward me and positioned himself behind me. His arms went around my waist and he straightened me up from the railing.
“Don’t hang over the railing like that,” he murmured next to my ear. I turned my head and showed him my neck. When he ghosted small kisses on my skin, I could feel his lips tip up to a smile.
“Thank you for inviting my friends,” I said, feeling the music working its way into my bloodstream.
Jason must’ve felt the change in my mood because his hands started traveling lower and when he got a hold of my hips, he pulled me back and let me feel his lengthening erection.
“You look beautiful. I like your dress.” He bit into my earlobe and I couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped my lips.
“It’s one of the dresses your stylist left with me for the London premiere.” I was wearing a black and brown Alexander Wang V-neck dress. More than sexy, I felt beautiful in it. The hem of the dress was also shaped in V, and there was an open slit in the back, too. Feeling Jason’s shirt brush my bare skin through that small opening heightened my pleasure.
“Hmmm,” Jason murmured. I guess he didn’t care about the dress that much. “We should get your friends up here. I don’t think I’m a fan of sharing you, but we did invite them after all.” My toes curled in my shoes from the pleasure his words were causing.
I linked our hands together and pulled them back up to my waist, or more like just under my breasts.
“I’ll go get them,” I said, closing my eyes and moving my hips along with the rhythm of the music.
I didn’t want to go anywhere.
“Does my baby want to play again?” Jason asked as he bent his head down to my neck and gently sucked on my skin.
I groaned and let him push my lower body against the railing. “Don’t say that when we can’t do anything about it.” Letting go of his hands, I lifted mine up and wound them around his neck. Pulling his head down to my lips, I kissed him slowly. Then with a growl he slipped his tongue inside my mouth and took things further.
The music pounding in my head, I already felt drunk. The funny thing was, I had only taken a few sips from my drink.
“Who says we can’t do anything about it?”
He gripped my chin, a little more aggressively than I was expecting, which only caused more wetness to seep into my panties. He kissed me until I was seeing stars behind my closed eyelids. When one of his hands skimmed my dress and cupped one of my breasts, I moaned into his mouth and threaded my fingers into his hair.
When we separated to take several gasps of breath, I was smiling.
“What are you smiling at?” he asked, his voice raspy from all the kissing.
“Nothing.” He gave me a disbelieving look. “Nothing,” I repeated. “It’s just, I think I like kissing you a little too much, and somehow you seem to like it almost as much as I do.”