Standing, I quickly grab her hand to stop her, pulling her against me. “You don’t show up to my party looking sexy as hell to just be a quick tease,” I whisper in her ear, making her body shiver. “It’s my birthday party, and you just became my favorite present.”
Dez claps his hands, pulling our attention back to the fact that he’s in the room with us. “Drink?” he asks.
She shakes her head. “No thanks.” I smile at her answer, liking that she doesn’t try to be or do anything she doesn’t want, no matter what company she’s keeping.
“Sit. I’m gonna get you something,” I tell her, meeting Dez at the door.
Walking out into the hall, he nudges my shoulder. “You gonna talk about how you’re fucking baby King, or you gonna make me pull it out of you?”
“We aren’t fucking. And you’re gonna stop talking about her like that,” I grit out.
His hands go up defensively. “Okay. Message received.”
Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, I look at my friend. “I’m not using her.” He nods but still doesn’t look convinced. “Harry might have warned us—me—away from her, but he’s not here. I think he’d rather us be there to watch out for her then for her to get messed up with Ricco’s crew.” Dez grunts at the mention of Ricco.
Ricco DeBrava is the fucker who raced Harry the night of his accident, nearly killing him. He’s wanted to take everything of Harry’s since we were kids, and Ruby is no exception.
And the DeBrava family just happens to be the rival family to mine too. Both at odds since before our fathers took over the family business from their fathers. I don’t know the details—and frankly don’t care—as long as Ricco stays away from Ruby.
“We”—I move my hand back and forth between us—“are making her ours to protect.”
His lips curl into a smirk. “You sure that’s all you’re doing?”
“Nope.”
Entering the lounge, I toss Ruby the bottle of water. “Thanks.” Both Dez and I watch as she uncaps the bottle, bringing it to her lips and drinking the cold liquid down, her long delicate throat moving with each swallow.
My hand smacks Dez in the stomach when I notice his mouth agape. He’s staring just a little too long and hard at her.
As if on cue, a couple girls knock on the half-closed door, giggling and obviously drunk. They are the last thing I want but the thing I know I need most right now to keep me from doing all the dirty things that are on my mind.
“Ladies! Come in. Don’t be shy,” Dez tells them as he turns on music. Before long, they’re dancing and putting on quite a show. Desmond joins them after a few songs.
“You gonna dance for me too, Tink?” I ask Ruby, who is sitting on the couch, looking stiff since the girls entered the room.
Those blues pierce me with a look. “If I were going to dance for you, it wouldn’t be with two side-piece sluts.”
Laughing, I light up another joint. Holding it to her to offer her a hit, she refuses. I’m not surprised. Inhaling too much too fast, I stand to join the dance party.
Stalking one of the girls, I quickly lean down to take her lips with mine. Lifting my head, I smile at her before turning to the other and kissing her too. Taking each of their hands, I spin them in a circle around me.
Pushing one toward Dez, he uses that Hispanic rhythm to grind against her ass. Fucking with clothes on in the middle of the room.
Pulling the other one to me, her back to my front, my hand goes into her shirt and straight to her tit. My eyes find Ruby’s though. Not taking them off of her, I lick up the side of the neck of the Jane in my arms.
It doesn’t take long for both girls to have lost the scraps of clothes they arrived in, dancing now in only their thongs and heels. It’s an orgy of hands and tongues, but my eyes still stay locked on Ruby’s.
Her chest rises and falls as her breathing gets more and more labored. I know she’s intrigued, but I won’t make her uncomfortable asking her to join. She’s not ready for that yet. This is only the beginning of her seeing the life I live.
When I sit down on the couch opposite her, one of the girls kneels in front of me, and as she pulls my hard cock out of my pants, I don’t miss how Ruby’s eyes fall before finding mine again. Smirking at her, her cheeks pink at being caught.
I think for a second she’s going to push the girl off of me when she stands and walks slowly toward me. But instead, she bends at the waist, giving me a full view of her braless tits and whispering in my ear, “Happy birthday, Sonny. I hope she’s better than what you just gave up.”
Swallowing down her words, I close my eyes, pretending to enjoy the mediocre blow job I’m getting from the nameless chick on her knees in front of me. Once I hear the door click shut, I push her off of me and tuck myself back in my pants. “We’re done here. You can go,” I tell the girl as I stand and walk to the bar to make another drink.
Back at my balcony, I see Ruby walking down the long drive of my house. As she pauses to look up at the house one last time, I wonder what she’s thinking. I don’t know if she can see me watching her, but part of me hopes she does and knows it was all a show.
I’m just not sure who it was for.
3
Ruby
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
I don’t know what I was thinking coming here. What did I hope to accomplish? I was so naïve thinking he’d be anything different than what he was upstairs.
The one night I had off from dance practice in the last three months and I wasted it showing up unannounced and with childish expectations. Sonny Knight isn’t a child. I don’t know if he ever really was. Now that he’s officially an adult, the last scraps of him being anything less are gone.
Frustrated with myself, I walk down his long driveway on shaky heels I stole from my mom’s closet. One perk of parents who are high profile and a brother who doesn’t give a shit about anyone but himself, I’m left on my own to do as I want and no one is around to stop me. Much.
Looking back at the mansion, I find the window of the room that told me the story of how Sonny’s life truly is. Tilting my head to the side, I’m surprised to see a figure looking out. Is it him? Did he do all that just to push me away?
Doubt it.
Sonny doesn’t play games. He told me that himself.
Or am I his new plaything?
Taking in a breath, I rub my thighs together. I can still feel the wetness between my legs from watching him and Dez basically fuck those girls in front of me. As much as I wanted to hide what it was doing to me, I know he could read right through me.
And when that chick got between his legs and pulled him out, I didn’t know what the hell I was doing there anymore.
I was pissed that he was doing all of that with her. Letting her touch him and him touching her.
Angry that he wouldn’t take his eyes off of me the whole time.
Frustrated that the whole thing turned me on and I wanted to trade places with her. I wanted to be the one to please him, not her.
Pulling up the Uber app on my phone to call a car, I wait at the end of the gated drive, closed off and pushed away from Sonny and his world behind me. A life of sex and drugs of all kinds. Women who aren’t girls chasing crushes and dreams.