Page 15 of Only Ever Yours

I huff, turning my attention back to my drink. “Hard to relax with you near me,” I mumble against the rim of my tumbler.

That earns me one of his signature cocky-ass grins. “Why can’t you relax around me? I get you all worked up?”

I roll my eyes and glance over at Haleigh and Ryan. They are both so wrapped up in their own conversation that they don’t even notice us talking.

Perfect.

Two can play this game.

I shift closer to him, pressing my hardened nipple ever so slightly into his thick bicep. I watch as his nostrils flareand his jaw clenches. I know he feels it through the thin layer of his dress shirt. If he wants to fuck with me, I will fuck with him too. I can tell he’s getting turned on, his gorgeous eyes just smoldering into me.

“You wish you could work me up…” I whisper, my lips grazing the shell of his ear. “I can’t relax because I can’t stand to be near you.”

A deep grunt escapes him. His eyes roam my overly exposed thighs before flicking back to my lips.

He leans his back into the seat, trying to control himself, trying to hold back, his hand reaching between his thick thighs—adjusting himself, his eyes stay locked on mine the entire time.

I smirk, giggling inwardly at his discomfort. I love knowing I affect him.

He moves in close once more, the heat from his breath dancing across my neck, “You’re a fucking liar, Ellie…” he pulls back, looking directly into my eyes before tipping his head to my drink, “…Now, be a good girl and drink up.”

The four of us step into the chic two-story club, music bumping. The vibrations of the bass send a thrill throughme, electrifying my body. Random rays of colorful lights shimmer across the dance floor; a huge disco ball is mounted and hanging above all the grinding bodies.

We walk through the crowd, weaving our way through the throng of partygoers as the scent of alcohol and sweat lingers in the air. Ryan leads us, Jaydon following closely behind me—a little too close, heading straight towards the bar.

We order a round of drinks, and I down mine quickly as we find an empty table nearby. I’m feeling the music. My body is alive, thrumming to the beat, and I need to dance. The vodka and peach schnapps burned going down, in the most delicious way, and I’m quickly feeling the effects. I turn to Haleigh, who's nursing her drink a little too slow, and nudge her with my elbow.

“Damn, girl… hurry up and chug that shit! I see some sexy-ass men out there, and I’m going to dance with them.”

I glance towards Jaydon. His face is hard as stone, tension rolling off him in waves. I guess I struck a nerve.

Serves him right.

Haleigh grins, tips her glass all the way back, and drinks the last drop, slamming it down on the table.

We both cheer, laughing, throwing our hands in the air, ready to get this party started. I grab her by the hand and lead her into the crowd, moving to the beat as weweave through the hot, grinding bodies on the dance floor.

Haleigh dances closer to me, leaning into my ear to shout over the music, “This is so much fun, Ells! I’m so happy you are celebrating my birthday with me!”

I grab her and wrap my arms around her shoulders, pulling her in close for a hug while we dance to the rhythm, “I wouldn’t miss it… You’re my best friend! Now, let’s find some hotties to dance with.”

We’ve been on the dance floor for what seems like hours, stopping several times for drinks, then quickly making our way back out into the crowd. The vodka peach schnapps are sweet and fucking delicious; I can’t get enough. The guys are still mingling around the table, having drinks and talking. I don’t care what they do. I’m here to dance, and I’m having a blast with my bestie.

I’ve been alone on the dance floor, dancing with random people for at least half an hour. I watched Ryan guide Haleigh off the dance floor just a little while ago, and they never returned. I don’t think they will.Some jerk got handsy with her, and Ryan had to step in. He never left her side after that.

Jaydon was dancing near me earlier, but I lost him in the crowd.

I feel a warm body come up behind me and start grinding on my ass. At first, I thought it might be Jaydon—my heart skips—but I quickly realize… It’s not. I don’t recognize these hands. They're too light, and they're definitely too hesitant.

The man dancing behind me has pretty good moves, but he’s not doing anything for me. There's no spark. His touch doesn’t make my insides tingle the way Jaydon's does.

I’m bored with him.

I’m about to turn around when he pulls away, and I’m quickly jerked back into someone else.

Although, this connection feels different when they wrap their powerful arms around my body, holding me tight against their solid chest.

“You like rubbing your ass all over his cock?” His words spew into my ear.

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