The three of us form a small circle and start dancing.
I can’t remember the last time I went out with friends and just let go. All I do know is that it’s been far too long.
I forget about everything, about those dancing around me, and lose myself to the music. My arms lift above my head, I roll my hips, and I let the beat flow through me.
The only other person I’m aware of is the burning stare I feel. I don’t look for fear of being caught, but I know he’s watching me.
“He’s got it bad for you, girl,” Biff shouts in my ear.
I shrug, trying not to make a big deal out of it. The last thing we need is Zach noticing tonight and causing drama.
A few more songs pass and both Zach and Titch join us so they can dance with their girls. Disappointment floods me when I don’t feel his hands slip around my waist and his body pressed against my back.
With Zach distracted, I risk a glance over my shoulder.
I immediately find him lifting a drink to his lips and downing it in one. The second he looks forward, his eyes find mine. They widen slightly before a mix of anger and hunger fills them.
Every muscle south of my waist clenches with need as our connection holds.
Sadly, D slides another drink over to him and our contact is lost as he takes it and once again drinks it in one.
With the weight of our secret weighing down on me, I excuse myself from the happy couples and head for the ladies’ for a breather.
Thankfully, with it being a Monday night, there’s no queue and I walk right inside. There are a few women perfecting their hair and topping up their makeup, but none of them pay me any attention as I make my way down to the final cubicle in the hope of a few minutes of quiet.
That all changes as I walk inside the small space and a few gasps and squeals sound out. I’m about to look to find out what the fuss is about when a large pair of hands grips my waist and continues pushing me inside.
My heart jumps into my throat as old fears of Jet rush to the forefront, but I relax the second his scent fills my nose.
“Spike, what the hell are you doing?”
He spins me around, presses my back up against the wall and slams his lips down on mine.
His tongue forces its way inside—not that I would have denied him entry—as he stakes his claim on me.
One hand threads into my hair, tugging so he can deepen the kiss while the other skims up my side and slips under my top to find my naked breast.
A low growl rumbles up his throat when he finds my bare skin. He pinches my nipple, making me gasp.
“Spike,” I moan as he tugs my hair harder, exposing my neck and dropping his lips to the sensitive skin.
“I fucking need you,” he groans, his fingers dropping, popping open the button on my shorts and disappearing inside. “Fuck,” he barks when he finds me wet and ready for him.
“Spike, please.”
The fabric drops from my hips and I eagerly kick it off, my need for him all-consuming.
His eyes bore into mine. They’re wild, the chestnut almost black with desire.
“Fucking hell, Kas.” He stills, and I panic that he isn’t going to continue.
Reaching out, I open his fly, pushing his trousers and boxers down his hips, taking matters into my own hands.
I’m about to wrap my hand around his solid length when he growls once more and my feet leave the floor.
“Oh fuck, Spike,” I cry out when he finds my entrance and drops me down onto him. The sensation of being stretched open and so full of him, his all-consuming touch and the alcohol racing through my veins, is a heady combination.
His hands grasp my arse with an almost painful grip and he pistons in and out of me.
“I was watching you,” he groans in my ear. “I wanted to be pressed up against you, dancing with you, showing everyone in here that you’re mine.”
“Oh God,” I whimper, racing toward a mind-blowing release all too soon.
My nails claw at him as I try to get more.
Our heavy breathing and moans of pleasure fill the space around us, but I don’t give anyone who might be listening a second thought as he continues moving, giving me everything I need.
“So good, so fucking good,” he moans in my ear before once again taking my lips on his and swallowing down my cries for more.
Our kiss is wild, dirty, and messy, I can’t get enough of it. He sinks his teeth into my bottom lip and my entire body explodes, that tiny bit of pain sending me flying over the edge I was teetering on.
“Spiiiike,” I cry out, fighting to catch my breath as pleasure takes over my body. My limbs become heavy as tingles continue to race to my toes.
“Kas,” he groans, it’s so low and rough it threatens to send me headfirst into a second release as his cock twitches inside me.
“Oh God. Oh God. Fuck.” My head falls back again as my second orgasm hits me all of a sudden, and I drag much-needed air into my lungs.
After a few seconds, Spike lifts his head from my neck and pulls out of me. I miss him immediately and almost demand that we go again, until my surroundings come back to me and I remember where we are.
Fuck.
“I shouldn’t have done that,” Spike says, tucking himself back into his trousers, suddenly sounding much more sober than only a few seconds ago.
“Don’t,” I say, reaching out to cup his cheek. “Don’t regret anything when it comes to us. You need me, I’m right here.”
“Fucking hell, Tiny. You fucking slay me.”
“The feeling is entirely mutual,”
