Page 77 of Bully

With a snort, he spun me around, pressing my back to his chest, and then bit my neck. “One dance. One fuck in the bathroom. One drink. Then we leave.”

I grinned, a smug feeling settling in my chest, and nodded, knowing I held all the cards, regardless of his response. “Yes, Sir.”

Walking forward, I headed toward the dance floor but looked over my shoulder to find him staring straight at my ass, finding the fun little party trick of the plug as he saw it for the first time.

He caught up in two steps and plastered himself to my back as we joined the crowd, speaking into my ear. “Your ass plug is blinking a rainbow of colors in time with the techno music.”

“I know, isn’t it wonderful?” I giggled, grinding my ass into his groin and making him grunt. “Now everyone will know where your cock is going to be tonight.”

“Rainbow.” He warned with that deep growl but stopped when I took his hands and wrapped them around my waist, moving him with me until he gave in and stopped fighting the urge to dance with me. “You’re a troublemaker.”

“I know, isn’t it wonderful?” I repeated, kissing his cheek when he brushed his cheek against mine. Dragging my nails over his scalp, I held him there, talking into his ear. “Thank you for tonight.”

He paused slightly, turning his face to look me in the eye like what I said was serious. I hadn’t meant for it to be heavy with anything other than an acknowledgment of how happy I was. But it seemed even that was serious for him.

“Thankyou, Sloane.” He replied almost ominously.

“For what?” I turned and faced him, wrapping my arms around his neck to keep him close. In a flash, he ran his hands down my backside, his touch lingering at the edge of my dress; the neon glow fighting for attention through the thin white fabric, as he seemed torn between protecting me and letting me enjoy myself.

He settled on resting his gigantic hands on my ass and moving in time with the music as I stared up at him. “For literally everything.” Tamen replied, “You’ll never understand it, and that’s okay. But you’re literally everything, Rainbow.”

I let his words wash over me as the vibes from the club warmed my blood and mixed with the wine from dinner, creating the perfect buzz in my veins.

Pulling his face down to mine, I kissed him deeply. “I love that I hate you.” I said, and he smiled against my lips, knowing what I was saying in my own way.

“I hate that I love you.” He replied, saying exactly the same thing as me, even though it was in reverse.

They both meant the same thing to us.

We loved each other.

In our own weird way.

It was completely us. Even if he believed love was my biggest weakness.

“Sunny!” A cackled voice called out through the music and Tamen tensed, squeezing his hands around my body.

“No bloody way.” He growled, refusing to pull away from me.

“Is that you, Sunny?” The voice called out again, and I pulled back to find a cute older woman standing next to us. “I knew it!” She clapped her hands excitedly up at Tamen, and then to me. “I can recognize that ass anywhere! Across the room, or across the country!” She patted Tamen’s ass for added emphasis, and I choked on my breath, giggling at the way he jumped and moved around behind me.

Four dances. Seven shots. Three Godfather cocktails. And zero bathroom blow jobs or fucks later, Tamen was finally enjoying himself. Or he was at least no longer glowering in the corner.

I had been enjoying myself all night long, but it took that long for him to catch up. It took me longer than it probably should have to realize who the woman was that interrupted our moment on the dance floor, but once I recognized the feral post office lady Peyton and Olivia had told me about, it all made sense.

Turns out, Dolly, as Tamen called her, was on her bachelorette trip to Vegas. It was also her seventieth birthday bash.

And the old biddies from her bowling league that came with her on the trip were a hoot and a half. So, of course, I instantly invited them to join us at the bar for a celebratory round of drinks, much to Tamen’s annoyance.

Three hours later, the old ladies were drinking me under the table and the way my sides hurt from laughing was just continuing the vibrancy I had felt in life the last few weeks.

“Can I ask you a question, dear?” Martha, Dolly’s sister, leaned around the table where we were sitting in VIP, thanks to Tamen’s more relaxed nature and wallet. We moved to a quieter club somewhere between shot four and five, so we could hear ourselves think.

“I suppose so.” I nodded, preparing myself for something unhinged, simply because these ladies had no filter at all, and alcohol was seeming to make them bolder.

“Is that a disco ball flashing under your dress?” She sipped off her lemon drop martini, “Is that a fashion thing you young girls wear these days?”

I snorted, and Tamen tipped his head back and chuckled, sipping his cocktail. “Oh, I can’t wait to hear this explanation.”

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