“I do.” I grabbed Sully’s hand. “Dance with me.”
“This isn’t the kind of dancing I do, Kit. Go on. I’ll stay here.”
“Are you sure?” He nodded, and I leaned over and whispered in his ear, “You can watch me dance with Tack and other men. That should turn you on.”
I winked at him and dropped my purse into his lap, then followed Tack to the dance floor. It was crowded tonight, but I made sure we stayed right where Sully would have a good view of me gyrating my hips.
Tack was a much better dancer than I was. He was great, and no wonder. He danced professionally. He placed a hand around my waist, and we moved against each other suggestively, laughing and having a good time. I glanced over at Sully every so often to make sure he was keeping an eye on us, and he was.
Was he already hard? Could he see the way Tack’s hand rested on my bare abdomen, the way the other boy rubbed his pelvis against my ass? My cock hardened, thinking about Sully and how much he had to be getting off on watching us.
When we got thirsty, we returned to our booth for a drink. Before I could slip away, Sully caught my chin and smashed our lips together. He swept his tongue brutally into my mouth as if it were his own and not mine. When he released me, I almost climbed into his lap and finished what he started, but Tack tugged on my arm.
Sully’s eyes stayed on me all the way back to the dance floor. It’d been a while since I’d partied. I’d almost forgotten how much I enjoyed being out of the house. Sully’s dick could do that to me. I forgot everything else but how good it felt being with him.
Tack and I got swept into the body of frenzied dancers. Sweat trickled down my temple, and my top was sticking to my skin. The alcohol settled into my bloodstream, dulling senses that should be alert. Other guys moved behind me, danced with me, but I kept on swaying, knowing if Sully wasn’t okay with it, he would remove me from the dance floor himself.
It wasn’t long until Tack and I had our fan club of guys vying for our attention. Sully didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seemed amused. What would it take for him to leave the booth and dance with me?
I placed an arm on the shoulder of the guy dancing with me and ground my pelvis into his while watching Sully. He leaned forward but made no attempt to get up. Then Liam sat beside him, distracting Sully. Pouting, I spun around to find Tack and tripped over someone’s feet. I would have fallen but for the quick hands that grabbed me. Something sharp stung my neck, and I tried to slap at it, but the guy who’d caught me trapped my hand.
What the hell? Had someone bitten me? It didn’t feel like a teeth bite, more like the sting of a mosquito—a mosquito with a very long sucker.
“Hey, are you okay?” The guy who saved me from face-planting yelled to be heard above the music.
I nodded, rubbing at my neck. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He had kind eyes and a friendly smile. “Is it okay if I dance with you?”
And polite too. One dance wouldn’t hurt. I nodded and turned to look for Sully, but I couldn’t see him through the crowd. I was now in the center of the dance floor, and with my slight stature, it was hard to reach him when everyone around me was forcing me in another direction.
“I’m sorry, but I need to get back.” I slurred my words. Huh, I hadn’t had so much to drink.
The music got louder, and the dancers were going crazy, shouting and hooting, bumping into me and jostling me around. The guy held my arm, stopping me from falling.
“Come on. Just one dance, and I’ll help you get back.”
I tried to stand on the tips of my toes to find Sully, but I lost my balance and crashed back into the arms of my savior. Something didn’t feel right. My limbs felt sluggish, and my tongue was heavy.
“Please.” I rubbed the area of my neck where I’d felt the sting. My heart thumped too hard in my chest as if in slow motion.
“Come on,” the man said into my ear. “You don’t look so well. Follow me. I’ll take you to your boyfriend.”
Relief flooded through me, and I clung to him as he pushed through the dancing bodies. When we reached the edge of the dance floor, I could barely move my legs. What was happening to me? The music sounded weird, and the people around me looked distorted, oblong, and hazy.
“Sully,” I moaned his name.
“Come on, sweetheart. You’re drunk, and I need to get you home.”
“Sully?” I frowned. He didn’t sound like Sully. What was he doing? Why was this man pretending to be Sully?
“Yes, love. It’s my boyfriend.” He laughed. With difficulty, I raised my head to see who he was talking to. I squinted. Was that the bouncer? He seemed to be accepting some bills from the man holding me up.
“You take real good care of him,” the bouncer said, grinning at me. His teeth looked too long, and his eyes swam around in his face.
“You behave yourself, and I’ll let you walk away from this experience alive,” the man whispered ferociously in my ear as he practically dragged me along with him. “I’ve been watching you for a while now. You’re worth quite a penny, do you know that?”
“Please,” I pleaded. “I’ll give you anything. Please don’t kill me.”
“Relax, sweetheart. What I’m about to give ya won’t likely kill you, but you’ll have a hell of a time walking tomorrow.”
His laugh sent a shiver down my spine.