Page 205 of Worthy

I suck in a breath. It’s dark, but still, we’re in public.

“You thinking what I am?” he says loud enough to be heard over the sounds of the night club.

Swallowing tightly, I gaze steadily back at him and nod.

His lip curves up, the divot in his cheek sinking in deeply.Fuck. Me.

His eyes flare with heat.

I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised when he bridges the gap between us, cupping my cheeks, and slotting his lips against mine. In a darkened night club—one smack-dab in the middle of the gayest block in Philly—it’s easy to lose yourself to the anonymity. Easy to forget what exists outside of these walls. Easy to just feel andbe.

His mouth tastes sweet like the cranberry seltzer Ivy got him earlier. I swipe my tongue out, unable to keep myself from wanting more. Always more.

He hums, and I feel it reverberate in my chest, not unlike the music pulsing around us.

My hands find his waist and I tug him closer to me. He’s hard in his jeans, and I shift, pressing our lengths right up against each other. His blunt fingers dig into my scalp, guiding my head where he wants it so he can have better access to my lips.

Our teeth clack. Our tongues tangle. His nose piercing digs into my cheek.

All too soon, our kiss slows, until we’re nothing more than grazing, featherlight touches and shared puffs of breaths.

Using his firm hold on my hair, he tugs my head back, peering up at me with hooded eyes. His tongue pokes out, swiping over his full, spit-slick lip. I catch a wink of metal and my grip on his waist tightens.

God, I love his piercings.

He smirks at me knowingly. “You think they’ll care if we dip out early?”

I cast a glance toward the bar where Jeremy throws back a shot. Next to him, Ivy sips on a bottle of water. She’s only nineteen, and while she does have a fake, she decided not to use it tonight. She wears a purple wristband, indicating she’s underage.

Not taking my gaze off them, I lean forward, and say right up against Waylon’s ear. “Why, you have something better in mind?”

I sense more than see his eye roll as his fingers release my hair, and his palm slides around the back of my neck. He nips at my jaw. “What the fuck do you think?”

Chucking, I press my lips to his temple. “I’ve been dying to get inside you since this morning.”

A noise not unlike a growl slips from his lips, vibrating hotly over my skin. “But you were inside me.”

My grin widens, my cheek pressed tightly against his. “That was my fingers, baby. I’m talking about my cock.”

This time, his entire body jerks against me. We’re pressed together so tightly, I feel the way his dick twitches through the confines of denim.

Yeah, definitely time to call it a night.

Shawn, Mason, and Phoebe went to a diner for a late-night breakfast, seeing as Phoebe’sreallyunderage, while the rest of us decided to come here at Ivy’s insistence. It’s been over an hour since we got here, and while it hasn’t been a total bust, I can definitely say the idea of going clubbing was more fun than the reality.

Waylon encouraged me to drink when we first got inside, but I wasn’t feeling it. Having a beer here and there back home, or more if it was just me and Jeremy hanging out, is one thing. But at a club with my boyfriend where we’re surrounded by drunk people?

Yeah, no thanks. Waylon can say it’s okay all he wants, but it doesn’t feel okay tome.

It’s not like I’m missing anything by drinking water instead, but it’s definitely not as fun as it would be if I had a good buzz going on. Being sober and surrounded by a bunch of sweaty, drunk strangers isn’t exactly my idea of a fun time. And I know it’s got to be even less fun for Waylon, even if he’s determined to be able to still do these things sober.

I can’t say I get it, but I respect his need to figure out his limits on his own.

“Come on,” I say loudly, gripping his hand and guiding him in the direction of the exit.

Waylon calls out, “Should we tell them we’re leaving?”

I spare a quick glance toward the bar. Ivy’s talking to some girl, seemingly content. But next to her, Jeremy’s frowning down at his phone.

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