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"Yeah, I'm good."

"Okay, well hopefully I'll catch you later. I still have questions about that God of a man outside." Callie laughs, watching Brad walk away through the crowd before turning to me and giving me a shy smile.

Chapter Twelve

Callie

We've been at the club for almost two hours now and I have way too much rum in my system from all the drinks I've had while talking with Nate.

Speaking of Nate, he's currently standing behind me with his arms wrapped firmly around my waist while we watch Connor and Matt in the makeshift fighting ring. Nate's leaning down so that his mouth is next to my ear, whispering to me about what's happening in front of us. Even though I'm watching too, I'm glad he's commentating because I'm way too distracted to focus on the fact that Connor is annihilating Matt.

Nate's breath keeps tickling my ear and my neck every time he speaks. His thumb is softly rubbing against the underside of my boob, and I'm positive that he knows exactly how much he's affecting me right now.

I haven't felt this kind of thrill in forever and I've certainly not enjoyed the feeling of someone else's touch in so long. It’s weird, but I’m enjoying it too much at the moment to think.

Nate's actions, along with the alcohol coursing through my veins and the fact that I saw Ryker earlier, have me desperatelywanting a release. I'm just not sure if I can go any further than this without freaking out. It's been so long since I've actually wanted and enjoyed the touch of someone else and I'm not sure how to go ahead.

"This is it, right here. This is where Connor is gonna drop Matt on his ass and win." The rumble of Nate's chest as he speaks into my ear has my body involuntarily shivering.

He tightens his arms around me, drawing me closer to him just as Connor punches in with an uppercut. Matt falls back and collapses onto the ground whilst Connor stands above him, breathing heavily and clenching his fists. Cheering ensues, the bell is rung, and then the lights go down as music starts up at a low volume, humming through the speakers.

My eyes fall away from my brothers as Nate steals my attention again, gently kissing the side of my neck. I bite my bottom lip to keep the sounds of enjoyment within myself, and I lean back, squashing myself impossibly closer to him.

My body and my mind are internally arguing with each other. My body is telling my mind that I want this, need this right now. But my mind is telling my body that I’m not ready for the next step. I hear Nate’s breathing hitch at the same time I feel his dick hardening against my back, making its presence known.

I smirk, glad I'm not the only one who's turned on by being this close to each other. He continues to kiss down my neck, reaching my collarbone and then making his way back up.

"You taste amazing. So addictive." My eyes flutter open, not even realising I'd closed them, and my gaze is captured by swirling brown eyes that are watching us from a few feet away. A quiet moan slips past my lips as I stare into Brad's hungry eyes and Nate nibbles on my earlobe.

His arms loosen around my waist and one of his hands takes hold of mine, snapping my connection with Brad, before he drags me through the crowd that's dancing to the hum of music.

"Where are you taking me?" My heart is beating out of my chest, a mix of fear and excitement. He drags me around a corner into the hallway that leads to the stock rooms and pushes me against the wall, pressing his body into mine.

"I wanted someplace quiet to go so that I can hear you moaning in my ear whilst I make you cum all over my fingers." My breathing stalls and my pussy pulses in anticipation as my belly swirls with nervous butterflies.

My brain is practically screaming at me to stop, but I want this so badly right now. I want to do something that a normal girl at my age would do with a guy that she likes. His hand finds the hem of my dress and his lips connect with my neck again, slow strokes of his fingers, gradually making their way higher and higher. My insecurities rear their head at that moment, and I widen my stance, angling my leg so that his fingers trace the inside of my thigh where there are no scars.

Nate smirks against my neck and pulls back, bringing his face in front of mine, so close our lips brush against each other.

"You want this?" A smile makes its way onto my face, happy that he's asking and making sure I'm comfortable. I may have moved my leg so that he wouldn't discover the scars, but he took that as a green go sign that I wanted more and right now, I do want more, so it was a good move. I nod at him, telling him silently that I want this. He tuts before pecking my lips.

"I need to hear the words, Callie. Tell me you want this as much as I do right now." He's staring at me intently, eyes pooled with desire and his fingers are running up and down the inside of my thigh from my knee up to the apex of my thigh, teasing me and making me wetter than I have been in years.

"Yes, Nate, I want this." He smirks, diving forward and connecting his lips to mine in a slow and sensual kiss. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, my hands delving into the curlylocks of hair at the back of his head. He groans into my mouth, and then his fingers are slipping my underwear to the side.

His finger grazes over me, and I moan into his mouth.

"You're so fucking wet, baby." The kiss grows hungry as his fingers glide through my wetness, trailing up to my clit and sending a jolt of pleasure through me before his finger retreats down, circling my entrance.

He pulls back to look at my face as his finger slowly slips inside me. I gasp and my hands brush through his hair as his finger slips in and out at a steady pace. His mouth goes back to my neck, sucking and biting as his finger pumps into me.

"Mmm, so tight as well." He hums against my neck, biting down. That’s when my body freezes, and the moment between us ends. Nate stops and draws back to look at me. He must see the panic in my eyes because he hurriedly pulls his finger out of me and takes a few steps back. I stay pressed against the wall as I bite down on the inside of my cheek to stop my mind from spiralling.

“Are you ok? Did I do something wrong?” He sounds so concerned, and it makes my heart drop into my stomach.

He thinks he’s in the wrong when he’s not. I’m the problem. I’m broken. I can’t even enjoy myself with a guy that I’ve started to like because disgusting men have destroyed my mind and my body. My bottom lip trembles as I stare at Nate. I shake my head, and I can see the relief start to seep into his features.

“You didn’t do anything, I promise. I’m sorry.” He steps towards me but a shrill ringing sound halts his movements. The noise stops for a few seconds and then starts up again.

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