Page 19 of Deadly Desires

Fourteen

Melody

Dancing with Brooke is the most free I’ve felt in a long time. We had drinks in the VIP booth she was able to secure, and we talked about anything and everything. I felt so comfortable with Brooke that I ended up spilling to her that I was attacked a year ago, but I didn’t go into any more detail. She could probably guess the gist of it. Brooke lent her sympathy and quickly ordered us two shots. We toasted to “FUCK THAT ASSHOLE” before downing one after the other.

Feeling the alcohol kick in and the lights start to blur around us, we make our way down to the dance floor. Brooke was right, their DJ is incredible. We dance around each other, gaining the attention of the surrounding men who are more than eager to join us. Brooke looks over at me and laughs, enjoying every second of the attention. She quickly spins around, giving me her back so that she can dance with the man in front of her, basically grinding on his cock. Whatever girl, get it.

The man I am dancing with is very handsy. I’ve managed to avoid his grasp for the most part, but when the song changes he places his hands on my hips. Not liking the contact, I brush his hand off but continue dancing, hoping he gets the hint. Before I know it, he grabs my hip, biting into my tender flesh and starts grinding his semi-erect dick on my ass. Before I can shove him off, his presence is gone and the energy shifts. I can feel without even looking that someone else is dancing with me now. Not really caring as long as they don’t grab me like that fucker did, I continue dancing.

They place a hand lightly on my hip, not at all forcefully like the other guy, and I find that I’m welcoming it. We dance for a few beats and I feel him lean over my right shoulder. My skin breaks out in goosebumps, and I’m instantly turned on. What is wrong with me?! Before I can turn around, he leans in to me and whispers, “Hello, little sparrow.”

My brain freezes then warps into hyper speed, catching up with the man’s words. I turn so fast I’m surprised I don’t have whiplash. My eyes collide with the most captivating light blue eyes I’ve ever seen. My face must look hysterical because I can’t believe this is happening. How did he know I was here?! I never mentioned to him where we were going. He continues dancing with me, grabbing my arms and placing them around his neck. He’s wearing a cocky smirk on his face like he’s won a prize.

I can’t even stutter out a reply, I’m in such disbelief. When he continues dancing, his hands on my hips, I give in and start dancing with him. The energy between us is electrifying. Every part of my body he touches leaves a trail of fire in its wake. He lightly brushes his fingers down my arms, and I shiver with the feeling that it elicits. He leans down again, trapping me in his silvery-blue eyes. I turn my head to give him my ear, listening intently to what he has to say.

“Little sparrow, I’ve finally caught you. Now what am I to do with you?”

My mouth opens to reply but nothing comes out. His hand moves to my lower back, and he drags me closer, so close I can feel his erection rubbing on my lower stomach. My eyes widen at the contact, but in reality I am so turned on right now.

“Maybe somewhere a little more private,” I reply, shouting over the thrumming base of the music. Before he replies, I turn around and tap Brooke on the shoulder to get her attention. When she turns around, I let her know I’m going back up to the VIP booth. She looks behind me and her eyes widen before narrowing. She reaches over me and hits Jaxon.

“What the hell are you doing here, Jaxon? Can’t I have one night out on my own?!” she yells over the music.

Confused by how they know each other, I look from Brooke to Jaxon.

Taking pity on my confusion, Jaxon leans down to me and shouts, “That’s my sister!”

Everything clicks into place and I can’t believe how small the world really is. What are the chances? Something must click into place for Brooke too, because she leans over and shouts into my ear, “Is this the guy you were talking to earlier at the house?”

I nod my head and have the gall to look at her sheepishly.

“I didn’t know he was your brother,” I shout back.

“We are going to go up to the VIP booth to cool down a bit,” I shout again at her.

Brooke looks like she is going to protest before she levels a look at Jaxon. If looks could kill, he’d be dead three times over right now.

Jaxon merely smirks and lets out a chuckle that I can’t hear, but I clearly see. He takes my hand and leads me through the crowd. As we reach the stairs, he gestures for me to go first, placing a hand on my back as I pass in front of him. Feeling completely out of my element, I climb the stairs. When we reach the second floor balcony, I turn to look at him, hoping he takes the lead to what booth we should be going to. Jaxon cuts in front of me, taking my hand again, and leads me along to a darker part of the VIP section. While the music is still loud up here, we can at least hear conversations and only have to talk a little louder than normal.

When Jaxon finds what he’s looking for, he leads me to a booth in the corner of the second floor, set back into the shadows almost completely unnoticeable. As we get close to the booth, Jaxon gestures for me to sit first. I scoot my way into the circular booth, settling into the middle portion of the seat. Jaxon joins me, scooting his way in to sit next to me.

“Liking the club so far?” he asks while leaning back in the seat, bringing one arm around to the back of the booth. With his other hand, he starts to make slow circles on my leg. While the contact isn’t unwanted, it feels dangerous. Like I could combust and set this whole damn club on fire. His touch is intoxicating, and I think he knows it by the smirk on his face.

I blush and look down at my hands in my lap, too nervous to speak. Jaxon takes his hand and lifts my chin, leveling me with a searing look.

“Melody, are you OK?” he asks, concern overtaking his features.

“No, no, I’m fine. Just still in shock that we are meeting like this.”

“It was meant to be, little sparrow.”

“Why do you call me that?!”

“What? Little sparrow?” he asks.

“Yes, that. Why?”

“You just remind me of an innocent little bird.”

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