Page 62 of Dirty Play

“Well, by the look of his white knuckles, he’s about two seconds away from an ER trip, so my guess is it won’t take much… why? What are you plotting?” Kylie asks, eyes twinkling with excitement as she follows my gaze.

“I’m just thinking about doing a little more dancing… If it makes him jealous, maybe he’ll tell me—or show me—how he feels. I don’t expect him to caveman carry me out of the bar—he did have surgery two weeks ago… but I need something.”

“Well, you have two options, three if you really wanna be fucked up. Option one is Marcus over there, next to the lady in red. He’s harmless, I promise, but he has no rhythm, so he basically holds onto your hips to follow your lead the entire time. It’s a bit weird but whatever. Option two is Thomas. He knew my brother back in high school—they were pretty good friends—it’d definitely annoy Cade to see him dancing with you.”

“That was only two options.”

Her eyes widen. “So, we’re going for really fucked up? I knew I liked you.”

“I mean, I’d at least like to hear about it. I like making informed decisions,” I tell her with an evil grin.

She smirks before turning in the direction of the DJ, nodding toward a really fucking attractive man with sandy blonde hair, although he does nothing to my body.

“That’s Derek. Him and my brother have been enemies for a long, long time, and well… let’s just say that I wouldn’t mind if Cade—or Vince, for that matter—punched him in the face.”

“Not Brandon?”

“Pretty sure Brandon wouldn’t notice if I got naked and danced with him myself,” she says, her eyes sad for only a moment before she turns back to Derek. “Just go up and ask him to dance, the man won’t say no.”

“Game on, but if we have to bail Cade out, I’m blaming you.”

With a smirk, I walk toward Derek. Thankfully, he’s already looking in my direction, smiling as approach.

“Wanna dance?” I ask quietly.

He nods in response and I turn, my back to his front. He moves his hands to my hips, surprisingly in a safe zone. He’s not too touchy, and while his standoffishness is not what I expected it definitely helps my situation—I’m cringing that I have someone’s hands on me, someone who isn’t Cade.

We don’t even make it one full song before Cade is in front of me, grabbing my hips and pulling me toward him.

“Sorry, Miller, this one’s mine,” Cade growls, his arm holding me possessively like he’s afraid Derek will pounce. Fortunately, he just smirks as he nods toward Cade before turning back to the bar.

Uneventful in all the right ways.

But when I turn to face Cade, he grabs me by the hand and pulls me to the other side of the dance floor. The side that’s furthest away from everyone. Turning me away from him, he grabs my hips and pulls me back until my ass is pressed against his cock, his very hard cock.

Fuck me.

“What’re you playing at tonight, Tink?” he growls, his teeth scraping down my neck as his hands slide lower.

I can barely form thoughts or words, let alone sentences, when he has just a hand on me, and right now his entire body is pressed to mine. All I want to do is scream for him to take me right here.

I turn my head to the side, bringing my mouth to his ear to talk over the music. “There are no games tonight,” I purr, the way his grip on my hip tightens to nearly the point of pain has me whimpering. I’m not an idiot. I know he wants me. But that doesn’t do me any good if he won’t admit it. “I was just dancing and made a new friend, that’s all.”

“Your new friend was fucking touching you,” he rumbles, voice gritty with anger. “Miller’s a prick, and if he touches you again, I’ll chop his hands off.”

Why is it so hot when a man threatens another man for you?

I don’t want him to actually do it, obviously, but it’s so romantic when he threatens violence for me.

“I mean, I wish someone was touching me. I couldn’t exactly bring my vibrator to your parents’ house, that would’ve been in poor taste,” I whisper, my patience for this stupid little dance already over.

“You think I don’t want you? Haven’t I made this clear to you? You’re the one who won’t let me inside you right now when you’re the only thing I want,” he growls in my ear, teeth nipping my lobe. He sighs, body collapsing around mine, his hands on my hips while he holds me still. “Do I need to prove to you just how badly I want to touch you?”

I should move, but I can’t. I’m frozen, unable to do anything.

“I told you I’m not going to run, that I want to figure this out. It’s time you start believing me.”

Thrusting his hips forward, he presses his hard cock into my ass, his thumb playing with the button of my pants. But I don’t want to give in this easily. I want to make him suffer. Suffer the same way I have.

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