Page 75 of Broken Princess

Breathing in the scent of her shampoo, I say, “You keep telling yourself that, Jordy.”

“Do I have it wrong? We used to, then we didn’t anymore.”

“Now we do again. Not as often as I’d like, but enough that you can drop that bullshit pretense that it’s never gonna happen again. Because it’s happening. All the time.”

Here we go, fighting again. I just wanted a nice evening out to relax, drink, and talk. There’s one sure way to get her to loosen up. Tapping the bottom of her glass, I say, “Finish up so we can go dance.”

She gulps it down the way she swallows my cum. Fuck, it’s hot. Pulling her to her feet, I navigate us down the steps and onto the floor. The bass from the music pours over us and I waste no time pulling her tight body flush against mine. She turns and sways to the music, until we’re joined hip to hip, back to chest, her hands around my neck as mine skim her thighs, her hips, her sides finally coming to rest around her mid-section.

“I love the way you grind on my dick.”

“Me too.” She presses her ass against it, exaggerating the sway of her hips.

“Turn around so you can rub that pussy on me.”

She complies, locking her arms around my neck as I grip her ass, bending down to kiss her. One part of my brain cautions me because we’re in the middle of the dance floor. The other part says fuck caution because Jordy in my arms is one of the best feelings in the world. When we come up for air, her lips are swollen, and she’s drunk on our kiss.Damn. The way she looks. I could take her right here.

“This was a bad idea.” I groan against her ear.

“Bringing me dancing or kissing me?”

“Thinking I could be this close to you and not want to rip your clothes off.”

“I kinda’ wanna rip yours off too.”

Music to my ears. “Good. Then let’s get out of here.”

“After I make a quick bathroom trip. Meet you back in VIP for one last drink and then we can head out?”

“Sounds good.”

I climb the stairs to VIP, coming up short when I spot the plastic army standing in front of me. “Shit.”

“What’s wrong?” Aiden asks.

What’s wrong is it seems hisgirlfriendtold some people I’d rather not deal with that I’m here tonight. It wasn’t enough for the three of them to crash my evening, but Claire brought reinforcements. It’s never been a secret about who I’ve hooked up with, but it still throws me off center, to see the last three girls I kept in a regular rotation are here together, as if they’ve formed some kind of club.

Claire flips her hair, smirking at me. My guess is some shit’s about to go down. “Was that her?” Brennan asks.

“Mm-hmm.”

“You sure? She doesn’t really seem his type.”

Vivianne speaks next. “That’s because she’s not. I heard that he only pretended to like her. Although that doesn’t explain what he’s doing with her now.”

Claire smiles brightly, as if she’s finally caught on to a joke. “Doesn’t it though? I knew there was no way he’d really be into her. This is just more of your silly little games, right?”

“Jordanna and I are-”

Claire’s phone chimes, and if possible, her smile gets even brighter. “Bella, hey. Yeah, we’re already at the club. How far out are you?” She nods. “Fabulous, see you in a few.” She ends the call, turning back to me. “They said they’ll be here in five. So what were you about to say about your current flavor of the week?”

The way Gina’s eyes widen, I know Jordanna is standing behind me. I turn around walking towards her, keeping my voice low. “So it looks like more people are crashing the evening.”

“I heard.”

“It’s probably better if you’re not here when they show up.”

“I agree. Let’s go, so the ripping off of clothes can commence.”

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