Page 10 of Crave Me

I laugh as Ivy slaps him on the chest, which causes me to laugh some more. Making room for my mom to hug him again, I step back, ready to return to my seat, when I catch Blaire’s heated stare in my direction. I don’t know what she sees, but there’s no mistaking the look in her eyes. My dick wakes up just from the look on her face. Fuck, why am I so attracted to her? She scoots back out of her chair and excuses herself quietly. I watch her head for the bathroom, and since everyone else is occupied with the love birds, their baby news, and their upcoming wedding, I follow her. I blame the alcohol flowing through my veins because just as she starts to close the door, I stick my foot in, stopping her.

“What the?—”

Pushing open the door, she steps back just as I’m stepping in.

“Somethin’ on your mind, princess?”

“What are you rambling about now, Dallas?”

“You think I didn’t notice the way you were looking at me back there?”

She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth, and I have to use my palm to press down on my thickening cock to readjust it behind my zipper. Her eyes track my movements, widening in shock before meeting mine in a challenge. Fuck does she get under my skin. I take a step forward, closing the distance between us. Her chest rises and falls, and I can’t take my eyes away, so jealous of the creamy ivory sweater that gets to rest over her full breasts. My resolve is slowly chipping away, the alcohol muddling the restraint I know I need. She’s just so goddamn tempting. She places her hands on her hips, and I let my eyes roam over her perfect hourglass figure.

She’s so sexy.

So seductive.

So tempting.

I want to tie her up, wrists and ankles bound so I can bury my face between those gorgeous legs, spread that pussy open wide, and fuck her mercilessly with my tongue until she squirts all over me. I want to fucking drown in her. Death by Blaire’s sweet cunt is a fate I’d accept.

“Dallas.”

Her voice brings me out of my fantasy, forcing me to look into her eyes, pupils blown wide over the stormy blue. She has the same dirty thoughts as me.

Shit.

What the fuck am I doing? I run my hand over the scruff on my jaw and walk out of the bathroom. Once again leaving a stunned, confused, Blaire behind.

I stumble into Carter on my way to the lounge for another drink when an idea strikes me.

“Hey, lover boy, want to bail? My style?”

“You’re speaking my language, brother. I’ll drive since you’ve been pregaming.”

Carter and I kiss our mom and say bye to our dad before putting on our jackets to head out.

“Where are you two heading? Celebrate with us here!” Ivy coos.

“We love you, Iv, but the night calls! Congratulations, you two. We’ll celebrate next weekend at the wedding.”

An hour in the car later, Carter and I are walking into Temptations, an invitation-only, high-end sex club. Our other brothers are aware I’m a member and frequent it from time to time. I vouched for Carter last year and got him an invitation, but this is the first time we’ve come here together. Not that either of us are shy about what we like, we just try to stay clear of having public sex while the other is in the room.

I pull out my membership card and scan it on the second set of doors before they open. The music is blaring, base thumping, and the smell of sex is heavy in the air. Fuck yes. This is the outlet I need to get Blaire out of my mind. Carter and I walk through the main floor and head to the bar to order drinks. Taking a seat on the leather stool, I take a good look around, my eyes roaming across the open expanse of the main floor. Across from me, a beautiful woman lays back on a couch with her legs spread wide, a man massaging her breasts, sucking and pulling on her pert nipples, while another woman’s face is buried in her pussy. Her back arches as the man pulls her legs up, spreading her wider for the woman to eat her out. I’m too possessive toshare, but fuck if my mind doesn’t conjure Blaire splayed out like that so I could direct someone else to lick her pussy and make her come apart at the seams. She’d writhe and squirm and I’d prolong it until she was begging to come. Fuck. Why can’t I get her out of my fucking head? Only now does my dick decide to come alive.

I turn back to the bar and accept the shot the bartender placed in front of me, clinking it with Carter’s. “To women and never being locked down by one!” he cheers as we toss back the liquid.

“Heading to the floor. Where you gonna be?” Carter asks.

Knowing exactly where I’m called to, I stand and smooth out my shirt.

“Red Room.”

He nods before heading into the crowd to find someone to play with for the evening. I walk through the floor, heading into a long corridor that lines the front of the voyeur room. The light is on, meaning there’s a show in progress. A few couples watch from the hallway, eagerly touching and groping each other, getting off to watching someone else so openly and intimately. I make my way to the end and relax into the shadows before a pretty, petite woman slinks up next to me, her hand lying flat on my chest, rubbing upward to my shoulder and back down again.

“You here alone?” she whispers. Her hand moves down, on a path to grab my junk. I clasp her wrist loosely and remove it from my body.

“Sorry, not interested.”

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