She won’t be happy I showed up at The Club to make sure she gets up to the penthouse safely. She told her brother that she wants to sleep in her own bed and refused to stay at the penthouse, which is why I’m scanning the thick crowd of dancers as the heavy base of the music thumps through the soles of my shoes.
I spot a flash of a crimson dress and a head of blonde hair. My dick stands at attention as I push my way through the crowd to her. She doesn’t see me at first, her arms above her head swaying to the music while Nora dances next to her.
“Hey, you,” Nora yells over the music. “Come join us.”
She’s had one drink too many as well, as evident by her slur. Avery sees me and licks her lips as she slows her moves to a more sensual dance. She turns her ass into my front and glides her body up and down while Nora giggles and grinds Avery’s leg and smacks my ass.
I grip Avery’s hips and move her away from my already hard cock. “I’m gonna hang out upstairs in the lounge. Let me know when you’re ready to go home.”
I get the hell off the dance floor before Avery—or my dick—do something stupid. I find Drake sitting next to the wide span of windows.
He laughs at me as I swipe his beer from him. “The girls are wasted.”
“You think? I’m pretty sure your wife’s up for a threesome.”
“Sweet. I’ll bring the girls back to my place.” My gut clenches, even though I know he’s kidding. We watch them stumble their way across the dance floor over to the VIP stairs.
“Pretty sure she wanted me to be the meat in between that sandwich.”
“Not gonna happen, pretty boy.”
“No worries. Threesomes aren’t my thing.”
“What about—” Drake is cut off when the girls giggle their way across the lounge.
“Come dance with us.” Nora plops down on Drake’s lap and starts making out with him.
Avery juts her hip out and gives me a sexy pout. I’m nervous she’ll sit on my lap and do the same, and I’ll be disappointed if she doesn’t. Now isn’t the time or place to out ourselves.
“The only dancing I’m doing with you, baby, is upstairs.” Drake pulls Nora to stand. “Come on, I’ll walk you up to the penthouse.” He holds his hand out to Avery, who backs away.
“I’m not going up there and listening to you rabbits have sex all night.”
“Notourpenthouse. The one the guys use.”
“I’m not sleeping with Ryder or” —she glances at me— “Nolan.”
Nora giggles again. “There are three bedrooms. You can take whichever one you want.”
She’ll only be sleeping in mine.
“I wanna sleep in my own bed.” Avery crosses her arms, which does amazing things to her already amazing breasts. If she squeezes them any higher, I swear her nipples will pop out. My wet dream, but not in front of other people.
“I’ll make sure she gets home safely.” I find a black coat I assume is hers and drape it over her shoulders. “Are you going to be able to walk out to my car?”
“Of course I can.” She marches off in a huff and stumbles in her high heels.
Nora giggles behind me.
“Fuck. This isn’t going to be pretty.”
“Good luck, man,” Drake says to my retreating back.
I wrap my arm around Avery’s waist and guide her down the stairs. She holds on to me for support and rests her cheek against my shoulder.
“You smell so sexy.”
My cock twitches. Thank God it’s dark in here, and no one can see what this woman does to me. I take out my phone to text Trey that I’m taking her home, but Avery swipes it from me.