Page 13 of The Shadows We Keep

“Keira.”

He squeezes my hand and drops his own to rest on my waist. “You Irish then?” His dark eyes twinkle mischievously.

“Could be,” I reply, shrugging the question off.

“You going to let me buy you a drink?”

I check over my shoulder and see Stace and the boy next door are gone from the table, but they’re not too far on the dance floor.

“Sure, let’s go.”

His big hand shifts from my waist to the small of my back, guiding me through the crowded club. The music has shifted from heavy metal to something sultrier. My body immediately responds.

I stop midway to the bar and Ryan looks down at me, his thick, dark lashes covering confused eyes. I grab for his hand and pull him toward one of the raised platforms. Unlike the single pole stands, a thick box holds this large cage up.

I push Ryan against the shining metal, his devilish grin encouraging my rough movements. The music flows from the speakers, controlling my hips, and I press my front flush against his. There might be a height difference, but when it comes to dancing—and sex, it always works in my favor.

His fingers graze lightly down my arms and bring them to wrap around his neck. My fingers automatically dig into his thick auburn hair and pull. His cock grows hard against my stomach.

So, he likes it a little rough.

I knew he was more my type.

I’m so into the song and the way it feels moving through my body that I don’t even care when his hot tongue traces down the side of my neck, right to the sensitive spot where it meets my shoulder before he bites down.

My body surges into his as he places an open mouth kiss over the assaulted area and sucks, soothing away the sting. His shameless desire sends tingles straight down my spine. His cock grows harder against me, and I can feel my arousal against my thighs as my body rubs against him.

Who said the exhibitionism was only for upstairs?

I turn my body quickly, my arm reaching backwards hooking around his neck. Before pulling his mouth to mine. He’s quick to growl his approval into our heated kiss. He nips at my lip, and I can’t help but mewl. It didn’t take long for him to find my weakness: a bite of pain with my pleasure, and I’m bound to drop to my knees.

My free hand reaches behind me. While the grinding of our bodies is doing a great job of rubbing him off, my hand can do better. I keep my body timed to the beat of the music. If anyone looked over, all they’d see was a couple taking advantage of the extra dark space beneath the platform stage dancing.

I feel a nip to my ear before his husky words hit, “If you keep this up, I’m going to take you in to the bathroom and bend you over the sink.”

I slow my moves and remove my hand.

He chuckles darkly. “How about we go get that drink?” I nod and step away, cooling down the instant we lose contact.

What the fuck was I thinking?

SEVEN

HARKIN

A Girl Like You – Machine Girl Kelly, Travis Baker

Iwatched her through the window tonight; one of the rare occasions she’d left her curtains open. She and her friend danced around the apartment, trying on outfit after outfit before they were ready to go out. I should have left it at that, but the way her delectable small curves looked in the tight skirt and barely there lingerie, left me no choice.

She couldn’t go out in that without protection. I knew how guys would look at her when she sauntered out onto the street. It wasn’t her fault; she wasn’t asking for it. But most men were dogs that couldn’t be trusted to handle their baser instincts. I needed to follow. Which led me to the same club I’d passed on the street the other day. Lucky for me, I’d looked into it later that day and decided a membership was too good to pass up.

So, here I am, in their top tier, members only section, watching over the girl who’s taken over my ability to think straight.

And it’s a good thing I am, because what the fuck was she thinking?

I didn’t miss the way her hand slid around her body behind her back. The way he immediately sank into her touch left little to the imagination. I sip my whiskey and adjust my dick to a comfortable position. It might not have been me her sinful body was pressed up against, but witnessing it was enough.

The glass floor really is the perfect way to show off from the second level of the club, but it’s even better for watching what’s unfolding underneath. The tall backed, velvet couches hide each member from another section. I reserved an empty booth since I knew I wouldn’t be using any of the equipment, at least not tonight.

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