Page 72 of Inevitable

The club was jammed with sweaty, drunk people grinding sinuously to the pulsing beat of the DJ's music. I had Micah's hand in a death grip to ensure I wouldn't lose him, and my arm tingled lightly from the contact. It happened each time I touched him, so I stopped being shocked by it long ago. It was our bodies recognizing the other, feeling completed by its other half. I fucking loved it.

We made our way upstairs to the rooftop bar where the fresh airwas a welcome relief to the stifling atmosphere inside. The space was huge, but still packed to the brim with people waiting to ring in the new year together.

“Bash!” I heard my name ring out over the din of the crowd, and turned to find Dawson and Nate over near the railing that looked down to the street below. I pulled Micah along with me until we were able to break through the throng of people and reach them.

“Hey hey! Look who finally made it!” Nate shouted loudly, looking and sounding like he was already three sheets to the wind. “Y'all assholes are late, you know that? There's like…” he paused to pull out his phone and did the mental math slower than he should have, “forty-five minutes until midnight! You almost missed it!”

Micah tried and failed to hold back a snort next to me at the incredibly concerned look on Nate's drunken face. Dawson shook his head and stared at his best friend like he had said the sky was on fire. “Dude, there is literally a massive screen right above our heads showing the countdown,” he pointed dramatically at the giant panel above our heads to emphasize his point. “You really had to pull out your phone and do the math for that? Also how the hell did they almost miss it? We have almost an hour!”

Nate just looked befuddled, giving an exaggerated shrug and taking another swing of his beer. “I mean, that's barely any time to party and I kinda forgot the screen existed!”

I barked out a laugh at that one, choosing not to say anything in response while Dawson rolled his eyes and threw up his hands in an “I give up” gesture. Micah, however, couldn't resist.

“You know, I'd take it easy on the booze there, Nate. You only have two working brains cells. One seems to be lost while the other must be out looking for it,” he deadpans, causing Dawson to spit out his drink in a rough laugh that threw him into a coughing fit. Nate just blinked like he was catching up to what Micah just said to him, but it was a lost cause.The lights are on in his head, but no one's home.

I leaned in to Micah's ear, my hand on his lower back possessively. I felt his shudder when my breath coasted over the skin on his neck.Damn, I'll never get tired of that. “It's kind of sexy when you're mean like that, babe.”

I heard Micah's breath hitch and he swiveled his head to me, a wicked smirk on his sweet face. “Is that so? You know you really shouldn't have told me that, baby…”

I raised my eyebrows at him in question, curious where he was going with this and if I was being honest, slightly nervous about it too. “Oh? And why ever not, Russo?” I teased, willing to play along for abit. His smirk kicked up into a mischievous grin as he brought his sinful lips to my jaw, kissing gently before whispering in my ear.

“Because now that I know you find it sexy, I'm about to be really mean and not let you play with the plug in my ass that I put there just…for…you.” His last three words were punctuated by small kisses on my neck that sent a wave of lust rushing across my body, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

All I could do was gape at him with my jaw hanging open as Micah threw me a flirty wink before sauntering over to the bar for our drinks. I just stood there stupidly, watching his pert ass sway with the movement and imagining his delicious, tight hole puckering around a teardrop butt plug. It felt as though I could almost see it if I just looked hard enough, see it snug inside him, waiting for me to replace it with my aching cock.Fucking hell, the last thing I need is a raging boner in the middle of all these people.

As if sensing what he was doing to me, Micah shot me a glance over his shoulder and bit his bottom lip, the gesture making my blood run hot. Then in a move that had my jealousy rearing its ugly, green head, he ran his hand down the arm of some guy up at the bar, which made him take notice of my man if his beaming face was any indicator. I ground my teeth together, jaw wired shut as I took in the scene before me, trying to remember that murder was illegal in all fifty states and Texas still had the death penalty. In the next second, Micah looked over at me subtly, his smirk back in place and the look in his eyes was unmistakable. Undeniable.

He was trying to get a rise out of me. He wanted to play.My baby wants to get punished.

Once the pieces of the twisted puzzle connected, I broke out in a devious grin and knew exactly how I would play this. Micah had discovered a dormant sex fiend inside him through all of our sexcapades, and he couldn't resist a little punishing fuck every once in a while. Now that we had taken that final step together, he was no longer holding back, unleashing a greedy, carnal side that had me falling to my knees to worship him.

When Micah and the unsuspecting victim made a move toward the dance floor, I looked around for my own pawn in this messed up game of ours. My eyes landed on a cute little twink in makeup and a crop top, seeming just buzzed enough to be a willing participant in my little scheme. I walked over to him, gently grabbing his elbow to get his attention.

He looked me over with flagrant appreciation, smiling like he hit the jackpot. “Well hey there, hot stuff. Did you need something?”

I smiled at him and glanced over to where Micah and the guy were dancing together, not too close because there were still limits to how far we'd both go. I trusted that he wouldn't do anything that would cross a line. I knew I had Micah's heart as much as he had mine.

“I'm wondering if you'd help me out with something,” I asked the twink, his eyes alight with curiosity. “I'm wanting to make my boyfriend a little jealous, and he would definitely be envious if I was dancing with you.” I winked at him for good measure, hoping I didn't offend him by pulling him into this. Evidently, my worries were unfounded because his face lit up like a Christmas tree and he clapped his hands.

“Hah! Oh my God, that's so dramatic and I love it! I'm always here for the drama,” he smirked, looking a little too gleeful at the prospect of being used to stir jealousy in another. “I'm Robyn, by the way. Let's go, big boy. I promise to give him a good show!”

He yanked me by my hand to the dance floor, and I managed to steer us close to where Micah and the dude were. Robyn then slung one of his arms around my neck, not pressing together but loosely connected as we rocked and swayed to the music. I peeked over his shoulder to my man, watching as his eyes flared and his jaw tightened seeing me dance with someone. I saw his sharp intake of breath when Robyn took my hand and placed it on his waist, and I grinned evilly at my best friend.See baby? Don't play the game unless you're determined to win.

Robyn leaned up to my ear to be heard over the thumping music. “Is he watching?”

“Yeah, he's watching alright,” I chuckled, my eyes pinned to Micah's as he narrowed his gaze and moved his other arm around the guy's shoulders.

“Hmm…let's see what he makes of this, shall we?” Robyn purred, turning around in my grasp, his back to my chest as he slid down my body and back up in time to the music. He was careful not to touch me too much considering, and I was grateful for that.Guess I picked the right partner in this Jealousy Two-Step we're doing…

That little stunt of Robyn's finally tipped the scales because my Micah instantly ripped from the nameless dude's embrace and stomped over to us. He grabbed my arm, yanking me away from my dance partner and toward the bathrooms. I looked back to see Robyn blowing me a kiss and giving a little wave, pleased that his performance seemed to work.

Micah was on a mission, dragging me through the crowd and back inside until he threw open the door to the bathroom. One guy was leaving as we pushed in, leaving us alone in the room.

Well, would you look at that timing.

I quickly took control of the situation and shoved Micah into the biggest stall at the end, locking it behind me and shoving him against the wall. “Aw, is my poor baby all jealous and worked up?” I crooned, licking and kissing at his neck so gently it was barely a touch.

“I didn't want him touching you like that,” he pouted, his eyes smoldering with heat and lust. “Maybe I should just go back out to Luke and see if he wants to keep dancing instead.”

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