Page 21 of Tamed By You

“Flustered, try distressed. I’m going to need a tetanus shot, because god only knows where your tongue has been,” I say turning up my nose. Thankfully everyone else has gone back to chatting or dancing amongst themselves and not paying attention to our exchange.

“We both know exactly where my tongue has been.” His gaze lowers to my legs, before moving slowly all the way up my body to my eyes.

I swallow the lump that's just formed in my throat, my heart hammering against my rib cage at the memory of him between my legs. And then the bastard winks at me again in that cocky way only Harry Walker seems to be able to do, affecting me in ways I shouldn't let him.

The games continue for the next hour. Kate has to get a guy’s number; Harley has to swap an item of clothing with a stranger and comes back wearing a random man's shirt as a dress. Ria got the card that said she couldn't say no for the next hour, so Jack saw that as his golden opportunity to whisk her away and do, well, I'd rather not know.

Harry has avoided me since the lap dance, likely scared I’ll slap the taste out of his mouth again like I did with the hurricane shot. I'd be lying if that slap earlier didn't feel hella good, but his lap dance was hot as hell, and being that close to him again, his body brushing against mine, it’s brought back memories of our night together at Jack and Ria’s engagement party. I’ve been with a couple of guys since and no one has compared. I am so worked up that I need to find some sort of release that doesn't involve him, because I can’t go there again.

We’re currently on the dance floor. We've danced for so long that my feet have gone numb, and I've ended up on the podium more times than should be considered acceptable, but hey, when in Vegas, right?

“Oh, my god, I want to move to Vegas,” Gabby yells, falling into me, giggling. The music changes and a remix of Pony and Toxic plays and the crowd goes wild.

The strobe lighting makes it difficult to make out faces, but I feel a pair of hands slink around my waist and hips grind into me from behind. Call it a hunch, but I know who it is, and against my better judgment, I don't stop it.

His face nestles into the side of my neck, a familiar, spicy scent invading my nose, and I lean into it. Our hips are moving as one, and a throbbing ache forms between my legs. He moves me back slightly, so we aren’t in full few of our friends and a hand wraps around the front of my neck, squeezing slightly in a way only Harry does. Turning my head, his lips are on mine for the briefest of moments, as I press my ass into his semi-hard dick, as he groans.

It’s fast and rough and before it’s barely begun, the kiss is broken, and I'm pushed forward stumbling slightly. Blinking rapidly, I look round to find Harry, but he's gone.

Did I just imagine that? Am I so drunk I am hallucinating?

“Ali, babe, you okay?” Ria shouts from where she’s standing with Jack, her brows furrowed with obvious concern for me.

“Err, yeah, I erm, never mind,” I reply. Reaching up, I rub my index over my lips. Someone definitely, just kissed me.

“I’m gonna take this lightweight back to my suite. The guys will make sure you get back okay,” Jack announces.

“You're staying here too?”

“Yeah, we have one of the suites. Harry booked it.”

Of course he did.I have a sneaky suspicion he will be invading my entire weekend.

It’s 4 am by the time we leave the club. Kate and I are barefoot, walking like a pair of toddlers who have just figured out how to take their first steps. Kate and I burst into fits of laughter when she nearly walks into the large statue of Caesar before falling into me.

“Oops, sorry sir,” she slurs, saluting him.

Harley and Mason disappeared a couple of hours ago, like Jack and Ria, and good for them. Someone should be getting laid. I looked around for the hot booth guy, but he was nowhere to be found. But truthfully, that kiss has replayed over and over in my mind.

Brad is cradling a very drunk Gabby in his arms like a bride being carried over the threshold as Harry and Brett follow behind. My arm is draped over Kate’s shoulder, my feet burning from dancing in six-inch heels all night.

We enter the elevator and reach our floor and, of course, our suites are next to each other.

I swear the fucker planned this.

We exit the elevator and Gabby stirs in Brads arms. “Ughhh, I think I’m gonna be sick,” she mumbles into Brad’s chest.

“Oh god, please don’t,” Brad groans, his face contorting as if in pain.

“Quick, get her in the bathroom.” Kate’s panicked voice echoes in the hallway as she swipes her keycard on the panel of our door, opening it and Brad rushes through still clutching Gabby. Poor girl can’t hold her liquor.

Just as I walk through the door behind them, I hear him say my name in a hushed tone.

I turn slowly as I yawn. “I’m not in the mood for your shit right now, H. I’m tired and I need to see to Gabby.”

“Brad’s got her. He loves playing nurse,” he’s quick to say as he walks towards me, his eyes traveling up and down my body. “If you get lonely in that big old bed, I've got room in mine.”

“Never will I be lonely enough to fall into your bed again.”

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