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Fucking braces. Why in the cheese tasting dick does that turn me on so much? A white shirt, almost transparent, his tattoos obvious through the tight material, which is tucked into his black jeans, and braces over his shoulders. Shit, okay, don’t stare. It’s like an all you can eat buffet.

  Groaning I turn away, determined to try and act professional, but while I’ve been staring at them, they have been checking me out too.

  Liam whistles long and loud. “Shit, Angel, or should I call you devil?” He wiggles his eyebrows, making me laugh.

  Leo stares and grins when I meet his eyes. Kingston winks at me and when I look to Blake, I see his eyes locked on my cleavage, and when I catch him, he glares and look away.

  “Where's Damon?” Leo asks, looking behind me.

  “He is... taking care of something,” Emmett hedges, a suppressed laugh in his voice.

  Not a moment later Damon rounds the corner, his cheeks red and his shirt crumpled as he tucks it into his trousers. When he sees us all looking he grins. “What? A man has needs.” They all laugh and I narrow my eyes on him. Most girls would probably let him get away with it, not wanting to question him, but fuck that.

  “If you jerked off into my bra, you owe me a new one,” I tease before turning to the others to see them open-mouthed again. “Well, are we going or do I need to leave you alone to wank off before we go?”

  With that, I strut through the middle of them and out the front door, just as a roar of laughter and ribbing starts up behind me.

  We pull up outside one of the biggest nightclubs in the city, the type of club that has an exclusive guest list and valets that park your car for you. I’ve never been in one of these before and I’m not sure that they will let us in. In my previous job, I used to have clients that would attend clubs like this, and I would call ahead and bribe the club managers to let them in, but I haven't done that.

  “Guys, I don’t think we’re going to get in here.” Liam snorts from the front seat, leaning back to look at me.

  “Oh don’t worry, we always go here. Just stick with us.” He gives me a cheeky wink and I can’t hold back my laugh.

  We sit in the car for a moment and I wonder what we’re doing just sitting here—are we getting out or not—until a valet runs up to the car door and holds it open for me.

  “Oh,” I murmur, as I turn to look at the guys who are wearing amused expressions. Well la-de-fucking-da, aren’t we posh bastards? Not all of us are used to people opening doors for us. Collecting as much of my dignity as possible, which is difficult in this dress, I swing my legs out of the car and take the valet’s hand with a grateful smile.

  “Thanks, sweetie,” I say to the guy, who must only just be old enough to even go in the club. He flushes a bright shade of pink as he smiles back at me, dipping his head. I take a few steps down the carpeted walkway that leads into the club, before turning and catching several of the guys staring at my ass, including the valet. He’s the only one who has the decency to look mortified, while my guys just flash me cheeky grins. I wink and turn back around as they hurry to my side, my eyes darting to the line winding around the block to get in. There is no way we’ll get in here. I’m about to protest when Damon and Liam come up to my side, linking arms with me and leading me forward with smiles.

  Blake, Emmett, and Kingston arrive in their car and park just behind where we have, the valet hurrying to help them out of the vehicle. Blake strides up to us, his standard glare in place as he walks past us and to the guy at the door. To my complete shock, we’re let in without him even having to say anything, the people standing in the queue start pulling their phones out, assuming we’re famous as we get to cut the queue. Cameras make me nervous.

  “Best behaviour, remember boys,” I warn quietly under my breath, I really hope I don’t live to regret this. Striding through the door, a warm hand lands on my back as a mouth meets my ear.

  “Are you going to spank me if I’m naughty?” Kingston’s voice flows through my veins as the music pulses beneath my feet, making me shiver.

  “Depends, will you like it?” I retort, grinning at him over my shoulder. Liam and Emmett laugh, obviously hearing me, and drag me further into the club and past the coat check until I whistle. I’ve seen pictures, but it doesn’t do this place justice. Cages hang from the ceiling with girls in dresses and bikinis dancing inside. Strobe lights flash overhead as I peer over the railing, which surrounds the circular dance floor. A curved bar runs across the back of the room with a stairway next to it, obviously leading up to VIP. Tables and booths are dotted here and there, covered in couples and friends, drinking and dancing. The dance floor itself is packed with sweating, gyrating bodies, and people’s heads thrown back as the music carries them away.

  I grin, not being able to help the expression crossing my face, I love partying. I bet the boys aren’t expecting that. I start swaying my hips to the music and a pair of hands land on my waist, as a body pushes against my back. I expect Kingston again, but when I tilt my head back I’m shocked to find Blake grinning down at me.

  “Come on, we’ll grab some drinks then you can show us your moves.”

  I nod mutely as he grabs my hand and pulls me away from the railing. I spot the others already waiting at the stairs, and when they see me and Blake heading their way, they strut up them like they own it. Blake tugs me after them, ignoring the bouncer completely. He nods at me and I smile, still trying to ignore the tingling in my hand from Blake’s touch. He doesn't let go at the top, but pulls me over to a huge booth laid against the back wall of the VIP section. There are one or two more here and there, but it’s pretty empty up here compared to down in the main part of the club. It’s nice up here, and I feel like I’m able to relax more with the guys.

  A private bar runs the back wall, with a few people gathered here and there, talking and laughing. A woman with long, curly red hair smiles at me as she saunters past and Blake laughs.

  “Can’t take you anywhere,” he mutters and pushes me into the booth.

  I fall in next to Leo, and Blake pushes in next to me.

  “Don’t we need to get drinks?” I ask, just as a perky blonde appears at our booth. Her eyes take in the guys, landing on Blake and staying there.

  I have to fight the irrational jealousy in me, I can understand where she’s coming from. Her eyes flit to me for a second before going back to him, dismissing me completely. So that’s how she’s going to play it?

  “What can I get you sugar?” she coos sweetly, leaning forward so her low-cut top gapes open. I must admit, she has a nice rack. Blake would be a fool to turn her down.

  He doesn’t even spare her a glance, too busy eyeing the club. “Vodka, straight.” She stares at him in shock as the others shout out their order. Obviously not used to getting turned down.

  “I’m betting Gabby wants a vodka cranberry,” Blake teases, finally looking at the woman.

  I scoff. “No thanks, sugar. I’ll have a whisky, the good stuff too. One ice cube.” She writes it down as Blake looks at me with an arched eyebrow. I blow him a kiss and his lips curve up in a smile.

  “That all, babe?” she asks, leaning closer to Blake, desperation wafting off her.

  He looks at her, eyeing her up and down and she preens under his gaze. “Maybe another night. I’m here to celebrate with my family, but if you write your number down, I’ll try and remember you.” He turns back to me, dismissing her completely as her mouth drops open. Fuck, I see tears gathering in her eyes. No woman deserves to be treated like that, not even because he’s hot.

  “Blake, apologize,” I demand, warning him with my eyes that I’m deadly serious. The other guys go quiet as we stare each other down. With a pained sounding sigh, he turns back to her. “I apologize, that was rude.” The words sound like they are ripped from him, but I smile and pat his shoulder.

  The woman nods, looking at the floor. “I’ll be right back with your drinks.”

  I turn back to the others as they all start laughing and teasing Bla
ke. I roll my eyes and tune them out, watching people dance and interact. I’m jarred from my people watching when a tray is banged down on the table. The same waitress sloshes a drink down in front of Blake, splashing his hand in the process before passing the others out. When she gets to me, she passes me what is definitely a double shot of whiskey with a napkin underneath.

  I look at her and she winks, wandering away as Blake curses and grabs the napkin. I let him, sipping the whiskey with a groan. Shit, she gave me the really good stuff. Blake bursts out laughing next to me, his arm coming up around the seat as he turns to me, the napkin dangling from his fingers.

  He turns it over to show the guys a phone number in a heart with a message underneath. I snatch it from him and laugh.

  Thanks, I prefer pussy to ass anyway.

  I laugh so hard I have to lean back on Blake, and when I look up my head is on his arm, and he’s looking down at me with a weird expression.

  “What? Do I have something on my face?” I ask and he shakes his head, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

  “No, you look beautiful tonight. I forgot to tell you is all,” he mutters, his voice low and only for the both of us as the others laugh and talk.

  Grinning up at him I wink. “Don’t look so bad yourself, ass,” I tease and he groans.

  “Don’t start calling me that,” he begs, sounding pained.

  “Want to dance, Angel?” Liam asks and I lift my head to see him shimmying in his seat, nudging Kingston.

  “Sure.” I grin at him and look at Blake. He sips his drink, pretending he can’t see me.

  “Move, ass,” I command sweetly and he shakes his head.

  Fine, that’s the way he wants to play it. I shoot back the whiskey, it warms my throat instantly, and hoist myself up. Kicking my leg over him, I place my knee on the other side of his lap on the seat and grin down at him. He swallows hard, his eyes heating as they run from my chest up to my lips. Moving before I do something stupid, I lift my other leg and slide out of the booth.

  Ignoring the cursing behind me, I pull down my dress where it has ridden up to show of my underwear—serves him right. Liam laughs and grabs my hand, pulling me away from the booth. We leave VIP and head straight to the dance floor.

  He pulls me into his arms as soon as we get there, pulling me so close there isn’t any space between our bodies, and starts to move. I have no choice but to move with him, twisting my hips to the beat as he dips and moves. His eyes are locked on me the whole time, it’s too intense and is doing things I’m not supposed to think about, so I tip my head back and let go, dancing with him to the music. Spinning around, I push my ass back and hear him groan as I start to move, leading him this time. His arms wrap around my front and haul me back as he breathes down my neck.

  Biting my lip, I lean into him and watch as Leo comes towards us, his body already moving to the beat. He comes straight up to me, framing me between them as his hands drop to my winding hips. He follows after me, pushing into my front as all three of us lose ourselves in the music.

  Liam runs his lips down my neck and I should stop him, but with the whiskey burning in my veins and the music pounding through my body, I can’t find the strength. I lean into him further as Leo grinds against us, the zip of his jeans rubbing the front of my pelvis. My eyes drop back to his and we stare at each other as Liam moves my hair to the other side, allowing Leo to see what he’s doing. I see his eyes heat as they flicker to Liam and me, causing me to grin. It seems our Leo likes watching, I had my suspicions, and the flirting and dancing with Liam always seems to border on something else. I wonder…

  I’m just about to suggest something when a red nailed hand lands on Leo’s shoulder, and pulls. He stumbles away and a blonde plasters herself to his front, grinding against him. I smile to let him knows it’s okay as Liam spins me so we’re face to face. His eyes drop to my lips with a desperation I can’t fathom, and I know I need to stop this. I step back and he lets go, his hands dropping away, leaving me cold as he watches me sadly. A brunette comes up to him, and with a sad smile at me he spins her and starts dancing. Not as close as we were, but more just having fun. Swallowing hard, I grin as a man dances over to me. He’s good looking enough. Hell, before I met the guys I would have had no issue with taking him home. Forcing myself to put some distance between me and the guys, even though the warmth and feeling of them is branded in my skin, I dance with him. We slowly get closer, jumping and singing to the music. It’s fun and I find myself laughing. I catch Blake watching us from the VIP booth, but he looks away when I notice and starts talking to Kingston. He looks pissed off, and I wonder what has set him off this time. The guy spins me, my dress flares out, and I laugh as I’m spun back into his arms. I catch Emmett dancing with a hot looking guy and girl, and grin.

  I lose myself in the music again, sweat pouring down me until I decide I need a drink. Leaning up, I put my hand on the guys chest. “Thanks for the dance, I’m going to get a drink.” I shout to be heard, and when I pull away he nods with a strange looking smile. I smile back to show him no hard feelings, before walking across the floor. I spot Leo and Liam dancing together now, seeming to have a dance off. The girls are nowhere to be seen and I can’t help but laugh as I watch them.

  I make my way through the bodies to the bar, but when I see the queue I groan and decide to go to the toilet first. Looking around, I spot the corridor with the toilet sign not far away, so I slip through the crowd and down it. My shoes clacking as I walk along the tiles. A couple is making out down here and I smile. Fuck, I’ve missed this, dancing, drinking. Just letting go.

  Pushing open the door with the sign reading ‘restroom’ on it, I make my way to the mirror and check my makeup. I quickly reapply my lipstick before going to pee. I shut the stall behind me and hear the door open. Ignoring it, I do my business and straighten out my dress before flushing. Unlocking the stall, I come face to face with the guy from the dance floor.

  I stumble back a step. “Erm, what are you doing?” I ask, confused that he’s in the ladies room. He ignores me and pushes in after me into the small space. His hand lands on my chest and he smashes me back into the stall wall. I try to wiggle away as he watches me hungrily, my pulse racing.

  “I know you wanted me to follow you,” he slurs, reeking of alcohol as he groans and leans in, covering my lips with his.

  I struggle against him, pushing at his shoulders, but I’m not strong enough and he doesn’t budge an inch. When I gasp for air he sticks his tongue in my mouth and I gag before biting it.

  He howls and falls back, watching me in anger as I pant. Fuck. I dart for the open door but his arm winds around my waist and yanks me back to him.

  “You fucking tease, you don’t get away that easy. You just need a proper man to show you a good time. Not those boys out there.” I wiggle against him before stomping my heel onto his toes. He yells in pain and I take the chance to dart out and into the restroom. He follows after me, and I don’t make it to the door before a hand catches in my hair and pulls. The strands rip as agony tears through my scalp, a small cry leaving me.

  He twists and throws me into the wall, face first. I catch my hands on the wall just in time to stop my nose from crunching into the concrete. He’s on me again in an instant. His body holding me there as his hands fumble, trying to undo the dress. I fight against him and he pushes my head into the wall, the impact causing my eyes to close for a moment with the pain. I groan as a hammering instantly takes up there, and fight harder against him, throwing elbows back and kicking, knowing I need to get away from this guy. He kicks my feet apart.

  “Fuck it,” he slurs and rips the dress, the cold air hitting my exposed skin as I hear his zipper come down. The sound makes me freeze for a moment, my heart pounding in my ear as horror fills me, before I start to fight harder.

  No, this is not fucking happening. A tear slips out of my eyes as I start to really panic. He fumbles with my lace panties as I shake and fight against him.


  “Please, just leave me alone,” I beg and he bangs my head into the wall again, this time holding me there. My vision flashes for a moment at the impact before I cry out, struggling against him.

  “Shut up, take it like the whore you are.” He finds the edge and starts to rip away my underwear as I hear the door smash open again.

  I try to see over my shoulder, almost crying in relief when I hear a roar and angry yelling. The body behind me is yanked away and I slip down the wall, fumbling and falling to my knees, trying to cover myself. Hands catch mine and I yelp, looking up I meet Damon’s angry eyes. Yet he touches me softly as he pulls at my dress, trying to cover me up.

  Trying to hold back the sobs, I shake and he pulls me into his arms, laying his head on top of mine as I lay my cheek against his chest. From this angle I can see the others. Blake’s fist connects with the man’s face, who stumbles into the sink. Blake looks furious. His eyes are spitting fire and his lips are pulled into a snarl. He stalks after the man, but Kingston appears next to him. He yanks the man from the sinks and holds him in the air against the wall, making him cower as he growls threateningly at him. I’ve not seen this side of the guys before, it’s honestly pretty scary, but I’m glad they came to my rescue. I’m not your usual damsel in distress, but alcohol and the heels made me more vulnerable and with the position he had pinned me in, I couldn’t get out of it.

  “Like to hurt girls do you? Think because you’re bigger you can do what the fuck you want?” Kingston shakes the man, smashing his head back against the wall like he did to me. The man fights to get away, and eventually Kingston drops him in disgust, looking over at me. I see the concern in his eyes and I smile weakly. It doesn't seem to help, in fact, it seems to piss him off even more.

  He turns but the guy is already opening the door. The fucking idiot doesn’t take the chance to escape though. “Fucking cock tease is what she is!” he shouts, and Kingston yells wordlessly and charges him.

  They crash through the door and Blake follows after them. Kingston rides the man to the floor and starts beating the shit out of him.