Chapter Fourteen
Half an hourlater we are pulling up outside the club. It’s one of the more exclusive venues where they have a valet and a red carpet. It’s certainly nothing like either myself or Nisha are used to. The only carpets in the clubs we’ve ever gone to were either sticky with booze, or full of holes from cigarette burns. Looking at some of the people entering, I feel woefully underdressed and completely insecure. These women are stunning. They all look like models and are draped in the finest garments money canbuy.
“Oh, fuck,” I say under my breath as I regard my leather miniskirt and bikerboots.
“What?” Hudsonasks.
“I don’t think I’m wearing the right clothes. I mean, look at them,” I say, pointing to the steady flow ofgorgeousness.
“Why would I look at them when I haveyou.”
I pull a face. “Hmm.”
Before I even have time to consider what’s happening, Hudson has unclipped his seat belt and pulled me in for a kiss. He doesn’t hold back. There is no gentleness, only passion and hunger. It leaves mepanting.
“Does that convince you?” Hudson asks with asmirk.
“I…”
Behind me, Max and Brycechuckle.
“No more of that talk, Icy, or we’ll have to show you just how fucking gorgeous you are right here and now in front of everyone,” Maxsays.
“Yep. I’m not averse to putting you over my knee, darling,” Bryce adds, his hazel eyes lingering on mylips.
“You lot need to save that for later,” Nisha says, waggling her finger. “Come on, let’s getinside.”
Her enthusiasm is endearing, and even though I would have preferred to stay at home, an evening in a swanky club isn’t something to be sniffed at. Even Calum seems to be a little less uptight. He chucks the car keys to an attendee and we head inside. The bouncers let us pass through ahead of everyone else waiting. I can’t help but notice the appreciative looks my men are getting. Bryce happens to be by my side, and I entwine my fingers with his. He looks down atme.
“You okay, darling?” heasks.
“Yes, I think Iam.”
“Good.”
Inside, the club is as exclusive as it appears on the outside. Subtle lighting illuminates a central bar that is surrounded by a large dance floor, beyond which are several dimly lit booths flagged by black velvet curtains. I briefly wonder what the curtains are there for, and an errant thought of sitting behind those drawn curtains alone with my three men enters my head. The dance floor is already filled with people moving to the seductive beat of the music and I find myself entranced by the provocative way some aredancing.
Nisha turns on her heel and squeals excitedly at me. “This place is epic! I want to dance. Lou, come dance with me,” she says, grabbing my hand and pulling me onto the dance floor. I don’t even get a chance to apologise before I am weaving my way into the centre of the crowd. It’s been a while since I’ve been clubbing, but it doesn’t take me long to start swaying to the music. I let the music wash over me, raising my hands above my head and closing my eyes. It feels good to relax, to havefun. Nisha and I dance for several songs, enjoying the feeling of being young and carefree. Christ knows we haven’t experienced much of that in ourlives.
A particularly sexy, low bass song comes on and Nisha is approached by a guy who clearly wants to do more than dance with her. She looks uncertain at first. I see her searching the club for Calum but when she can’t see him she allows the guy to press himself against her. I know Nisha, she’s not interested in this man in the slightest. Her aim is to get Calum jealous. For her sake, I hope itworks.
The crowd closes in, and the heat from the surrounding bodies increases. I am about to search out Max, Hudson and Bryce when a familiar voice whispers in myear.
“Hey, baby…” Hudson says as he presses his body against the back of mine. “I’ve been watching you dance. You’re so fucking sexy, Louisa,” he grinds out as he flattens his hand against my stomach and presses me back against him. I smile at his words, at the thrill they send through me. We sway together, moving to the music. I lean my head back against Hudson, feeling the bass thrum upwards. His hands roam everywhere, over my stomach, across my chest. I am so full of lust that I don’t particularly care whether anyone iswatching.
Hudson twists me in his arms, pulls me sharply against him and slides his mouth over mine. We kiss as the music pulses around us. I can feel the desire between us ratcheting up as Hudson slides his hand over my backside, squeezing firmly. He growls into mymouth.
“Come on,” hesays.
“Just a second. I need to check on Nisha.” I spot her amongst the throng and we make our way through the crowd. When I reach her, I tap her on the shoulder. “You okay?” Iask.
“Yup, we were just about to grab a drink,” she says with a devious grin. “I’ll be at the bar with Paul if anyone needsme.”
“You sure?” I ask. Paul seems to want to stay on the dancefloor, given the way he is hanging on toher.
“Yep, that’s where I’ll be,” she says, a little more pointedly thistime.
“Gotcha.”