Page 38 of I Blame the Club

The room spins with alcohol and fear, my desire to join the lacrosse bunnies completely gone. I watch as my teammate sinks himself into the redhead, her exaggerated moan making me cringe. The blonde is busy getting herself off as she watches them, but even that doesn’t stir the slightest interest in me.

Because for the first time ever, it’s not the girls I’m watching.

It’s my male teammate.

1 year ago…

“What brings you to town?”

The blonde Adonis grins at me, his sharp cheekbones and full lips ensuring my attention stays entirely on him.

“Picking up my sister for winter break.”

I throw back the shot, savouring the burn it leaves behind. It’s been a while since I’ve been toLifestyle, but nothing has changed. The base is still loud enough to cause permanent hearing damage and the VIP section is still dark enough to find fleeting pleasure.

Which is exactly what I’m here for.

“How long are you in town?”

Interest gleams in those gorgeous brown eyes as Carter does an unsubtle scan of my body. It doesn’t bother me in theslightest considering I did the same thing to him a few minutes ago.

“Just one night.” His grin widens and I feel my own lips pull into a smirk, “So you better make it count.”

“Good thing I’m more of a show than a tell kind of guy.”

I snort at the terrible pickup line and look out over the railing to the drunken mass moving on the dance floor. The urge to join them creeps in but I force myself to turn back to the hard body beside me.

“I hope your moves are better than your lines. Otherwise we will both be disappointed.”

Carter laughs and the low sound heightens my buzz. My freshman year was spent fucking every girl I came across, but it wasn’t until that night with Brett that I realized there was so much more satisfaction to be had with men.

My father taught me raw masculinity was the greatest power a man could have. Turns out, that remains true in the bedroom as well.

A large hand trails down my back and my dick thickens in response.

“Why don’t we test out that theory?” His breath is warm in my ear and I grin, motioning towards the overpriced rooms kept especially for this reason.

“After you.”

Grinning, Carter turns and heads over to the bouncer while I take one last scan of the dance floor below. The blasting music tugs at my consciousness, a memory slipping past the carefully constructed barriers.

“Mom! Look, I think I’m dancing.”

Flailing my arms in the air, I do my best to follow the graceful rhythm of my mother’s body. My baby sister is strapped to her chest, her tiny blue eyes filled with joy as mother twirls around the room.

“Dancing isn’t about thinking, Mo. It’s about feeling.”

I let out a shriek of laughter when she takes my hand and spins me around.

“What do you feel when you’re dancing, mom?” Swaying my hips, I stumble a couple steps before my mother helps me rebalance.

She smiles, “Dancing has always been where I find peace. Whether it’s been a good day or a bad day, everything is better when I’m dancing.”

I frown, coming to a stop, “I don’t understand.”

Mother laughs, taking my hands and pulling me close, “There are some things in life you will never understand, Mo. Just remember to make time for the things that bring you peace. Whether that’s dancing or skiing or something else completely – find that thing that helps you escape and hold on to it.”

Wrapping my arms around her legs, I bury my face in mother’s flowing dress.

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