“Your ass,” I said into her ear. “My cock.”
“What about it?” She stopped circling. Held herself there. Challenged me to bite.
And, Christ, I did.
“Are we ever going to address the elephant in the room or just throw a fucking sheet over it and be done? Cuss at it and tell it it’s shit every so often. Playful banter, that kind of thing?”
“That’s what we do,” she said, turning around. “What we always do.”
“Yet your ass still presses against my cock.” She titled her chin, but I didn’t miss her eyes, the black circles increasing in size and getting faster. Dilated pupils for the win. I also noticed her breasts, her nipples, the two bumps, aroused and wanting beneath the lace.
“I can’t do this,” she said, breathless and backing down. “Stay away from me tonight, OK?”
“Why?” I asked, needing to know, needing to push her.
“I’m tired of fighting–”
“Don’t fight me, Skye.”
“Fighting this,” she replied, hands on her head in frustration.
“Don’t fight us.”
“There you are.” A voice came from behind me. A voice I recognised as Margot. My date. The woman I’d completely forgotten about like the selfish prick that I was. “I’d love another drink.” I watched as Skye pressed her hand against her chest, her breasts straining as she tried to control her breathing. I’d seen her do this before, the night we watched the porn film being made. The same night she was circling her ass on my cock.
“Yep. A drink. Sure,” I replied, my eyes never leaving Skye. Margot put her hand on my arm and started pulling me, backing me away from my girl. “Just wait a second, OK?”
“Go,” Skye mouthed as she wrapped her arms around herself. I shook my head, willing her to come with me, hating myself that I was letting someone take me away from her when we’d come so far in just a few short minutes.
“Catch you later, Skye. We can talk more about the film. I have some free time next week,” Margot said, still pulling, not taking the hint.
“Great,” Skye replied, a little breathless. “Talk later then.”
“I’ll find you,” I shouted, closing my eyes on a curse. “I’ll come back and I’ll find you.”
She smiled, and that dimple with the pink piercing that only accentuated it more? That dimple was mine.
15
Skye
I’d lost Stace. I’d lost all sense of time. I’d lost Karma.
But I’d found Will.
Conversations were happening all around me. Women talking about their outfits, where they’d bought their dresses, who they had their eye on, who they wanted to leave the club with tonight. I didn’t really pay them much notice, didn’t really care about their playful chattering. I was replaying his words. Will’s words. Don’t fight us, Skye. Us. His use of the word us both excited and terrified me. Could this be the moment I’d been waiting for? He used the word cock, for Christ’s sake, all while adorably fiddling with his glasses. Circling my ass with his cock. Words were spinning. Cock. Us. I’ll come back and I’ll find you. Don’t fight me. Us. Could I be reading more into this? Did I want to? The answers to these questions usually remained unanswered, but looking at myself in the mirror of a nightclub bathroom, I wanted the answer to be yes.
I applied some lip gloss, my hands shaking. Love heart flavour. I liked the smell. I ran my hands through my curls and clipped it up so it was out of my face, then smoothed down my trousers. I sighed, realising that I didn’t have a plan. He’d be out there with Margot and I’d have to fight off Karma and we’d both leave here separately, wondering what all this meant.
I took one last look in the mirror and walked out the door.
The music seemed louder; the club filled with more people. I didn’t know where to start, disorientated by the thump of the base in my ribcage and through my collarbone. I headed down a walkway, hoping to find a quieter room, somewhere to think and gather myself together, but as I reached a corridor filled with doors, I felt a pull.
“Shit!” My body hit a wall, a push forward, a breath against my face.
“I’ve been looking for you,” Will said, running his nose against mine.
“You found me.”
“Don’t run,” he said, as I tried to push away. “You’re always running.” He looked broken and smashed, like a man on the edge. I cupped his face instinctively, whatever was going on between us would never override the fundamentals of our relationship. I cared about him. Deeply. “Let’s talk about this. About us.”
“Is there an us?” I asked, because there were Margot and Karma dancing a few feet away and we were always running, hiding, pushing each other away before holding on tight again.
He laughed lightly, the sound fading into a smile. “You look beautiful,” he said, and I couldn’t take it.
“Better than Margot?”
“What?” he asked, pulling back.
“You’re here with Margot on a second date. Not a first date, a second.”
“You’re here with Jesus!”
His face dropped like he was so close to finding and holding a fairy, but it flew away again as he took a breath.
“To try to get over you!” I shouted, dropping my head to his shoulder. “He’s a distraction. I couldn’t think about you and…her together…tonight…on your second fucking date.”
“I’m not an arsehole, Skye. Stop treating me like one,” he said. “You know why I did it.”
“She asked for one date.”
“I’m doing this for you,” he replied. “All of this is for you.”
“One date,” I repeated.
He shook his head. “For you, Skye! You know I’d do anything, and you’ve always taken advantage of it.”
“What the fuck does that even mean?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Where shall we start? How about the whole porn thing?”
Her mouth dropped open. “Have I pointed a gun at your head? You can say ‘no’, Will.”
“You know I’d never say ‘no’!” he shouted, both hands on the wall behind me, above
