Page 5 of The Bloodfeather Promise
A dark-haired girl sits perched beside him. The pair of them are engaged in deep conversation, Dylan’s earlier frown now absent. He’s grinning. Iknowthat smile, that charming, genuine, handsome smile. He’s truly interested in her. Not just for sex, although it’s always high on his agenda. I blink away hazy surprise. How the hell did I miss their hook-up?
Why isn’t she blonde?
Uh… something doesn’t make sense.
It’s her.The brunette from the concert. Awareness sobers me a tiny bit. I frown with consternation when Jett punches Brant in the shoulder. With a jerk of his head, he brings Brant’s attention to me. I must be staring, eyes glued to Dylan and the girl, my high receding a degree or two as questions fire inside my brain.
Where has she been? How did Dylan slip her past me? When was she delivered?
Tell me she hasn’t been under this table the entire time.Maybe that’s why he voiced no objection when he lost the two inferior blondes currently using my dick like a toothpick. They were a diversion, keeping my attention away from the gorgeous brunette. Was she crouched between his legs before? Her mouth swallowing him whole until his legs shook? Or is she getting ready to do it now?
There’s no fucking way I’ll let that happen…
I want her simply because Dylan wants her. He’ll get her if I don’t intervene.
Yeah, I’m stealing this one, too. He deservesnothing.
The brunette throws me a shy glance, and I swallow against the lump of contempt swelling my throat closed.Shy? Hardly. What a goddamn act. She’s eye-fucking me right now, just like she did at the concert.It scares me a little, but I think I could break this girl’s neck with nothing more than my friend’s expression as a reason for my violence.
For the love of God. Someone tell me why Dylan is staring at her like she’s the moon and stars and he’s caught in her orbit. He doesn’t even know her, yet every word she utters, every graceful hand motion she makes while speaking, holds his full attention. Goddamn. He’senrapturedby her.
An irritated growl rumbles up from my suddenly tight chest, drawing attention from those closest to me. Jett and Brant grin, thinking the sound signals my elusive orgasm. When it occurs, I’ll relax, they can relax, the girls will relax… Hell, the whole damn bar will breathe easier once the peevish, cruel king is finally appeased.
My two friends simultaneously lift their section of the tablecloth for a peek at the action.
Jett whoops out in genuine amazement. He bangs those ever-present drum sticks on the table in a burst of frenzied beats. “It’s a goddamn porn train under there, Grey!”
“Holy shit… how does Gina have her headtherebut her fingers in…” Brant snaps his own fingers beneath the nose of the lingerie model draped over his shoulder. “Do you know her? The other chick?”
“Brandi,” she finally supplies with a bored eye roll. “I think.”
“Oh, yeah. Brandi.” Brant ignores how her mouth tightens with jealousy as he comments with a wolfish smile, “Maybe we should all make friends with Brandi.”
I set my drink down, sloshing the contents over the rim and onto my hand, my actions clumsy and slow. Forming a gun with a forefinger and thumb, I aim at the opposite end of the table until the attention of Miss Innocent Brunette and my former best friend is snagged. Over the thumping music, while squinting one-eyed at my unwitting target, I go about taking what I want.
“You…”
They quit giving each other puppy-eyes, the brunette’s gaze riveting on me first. Dylan is slower to respond, but he scowls the moment he realizes they’ve landed in my crosshairs.
Goddamn. That’s more like it.
My finger crooks in the girl’s direction, a demand of unadulterated lewdness. “Yeah,you. Come here. Now.”
I may be fucked up, but I know damn good and well this one is not our usual flavor of women. What could be a sky-blue blouse, hard to tell in this light, hangs off one mouth-watering tanned shoulder, and the black purse thing dangling from her wrist is high-end. This girl practically reeks of money. She’s all sophisticated class and expensive vices, and an irrational need to dirty her up burns in the pit of my stomach. It makes me slightly nauseous and I don’t know why.
“These two are fuckin’ useless.” I gesture toward my lap, a nonchalant wave that would turn a monarch green with jealousy. If she is the least bit observant, if she dares look close enough, maybe rise from her seat just a little, she’ll get a glimpse of the blonde’s head dipping up and down between my thighs, my hand clenching a fistful of long, bleached hair. “Slide under here… take over. Bet you’d have me comin’ in record time. You’ve got the perfect fuckin’ mouth for it.” I grin like the very devil at her. “Or should I say, the perfect mouth for fuckin’.”
“You gotta be kidding me,” Dylan hisses. One hand comes up, squeezing the brunette’s shoulder. That grip of steel restrains her movement.
She doesn’t struggle or resist against his hold, but just as I hoped, her gaze does drift. From the edge of the table where my hand lazily directs the groupie’s movements, her eyes travel downward then back to my mouth. When her eyes gradually find mine, the dim lighting of the bar cannot hide the fact they are wide with horrified fascination. I both love and hate the surge of arousal that floods me.
Fanfuckingtastic.She just realized what’s going on. Depraved exhilaration ricochets around inside me like a wild gunshot, hardening everything, even my blood for Christ’s sake.Fuck me!I don’t need her mouth after all. Pretty sure I’ll blow my load just from the weight of her stare.
I’m unexpectedly blindsided by the disappointment coloring her perfect features. Her eyes drop away in a concerted effort to study the pattern of the tablecloth. She will not look up again. Even when Dylan whispers in her lovely shell of an ear, glaring at me the whole time, she just gives a little shake of her head, her mouth tight. Just once does she shoot the tiniest of glances from beneath the sweep of her lashes. The embarrassment I witness isn’t for herself. It’s for me. She’s embarrassed for me.
What. The. Fuck.
She might as well dump a bucket of ice water right over my crotch. I deflate. Immediately.
