Page 47 of Totally Played
“Sure, friends,” I reply, shaking his hand and turning back to where we left Calvin sitting at the bar, but Calvin isn’t there. I scan the crowd, trying to find him as Tony taps on his phone as he dances beside me.
“I need a drink,” I tell him, and I head back to the bar.
I try to spot Calvin in the sea of dancing bodies, but I can only spot Tony still dancing with his sister and Fort.
“Can I get you another beer?” the waitress who offered her number earlier asks.
“Sure, that would be great, thanks. Oh, I should probably give this back, too. Thanks for the ego boost though,” I say, handing her the napkin.
“No worries. I saw you out there and realized I’d probably never hear from you.”
She gets my drink, and I sit watching the crowd for Calvin. Did he leave? Is he off in some corner, making out with some random woman? Fuck. I need to get him out of my head. I down the beer, make a quick pit stop in the bathroom, then get back out on the dance floor. Tony is dancing with Rachel and Fort, and while Rachel is dancing with her arms around Fort’s neck, she separates when I join them, and we dance for a while as a group. Tony’s got his back to me, and steps back, bumping right into me, and my hands grip his waist to steady him.
“Sorry,” he yells back, still grooving to the music. Before I can let go of him, his hands come up and close over mine. I guess friends can dance like this, I think, all the while searching for Calvin over the top of him. Being tall has its perks, but when the song ends and a new one starts, and I still can’t spot him, I figure I should stop torturing myself and just have some fun.
I wrap my arms around him, breathing him in, and loving the way his scent fills my nose. He smells just like his brother. It must be the jacket I’m still wearing, but my cock pulses at the thought and I pull him tighter against me, his ass round andperfect and making me harder by the second. It’s wrong to be thinking of one brother while dancing with the other, but I can’t help it. Then he turns, and even though it’s dark, and the lights are flashing in time with the beat in a rainbow of colors across his skin, I spot the tiny heart-shaped freckle on his cheek.
“Calvin?”
Chapter fifteen
Calvin
Iwasgoingtoleave and was on my way out the door when Tony grabbed my arm.
“He’s all yours, brother. If you want him, that is.”
“What do you mean?” I ask over the loud music. He leans in close to my ear, and the guy behind him pumps his eyebrows suggestively. Gross.
“We agreed to just be friends. I’m headed out to meet this woman for a nightcap. Don’t wait up.”
My heart is racing. He really ended it with him, not that they really started anything; it was one date. One and a half, tops. But he can’t just hand him over either. He’s not something to be passed around, he’s a person. One I can’t stop thinking about. I push through the crowd, not sure what I plan to say when I see him, but my chest swelling at the possibilities. I find Rach and Fort dancing together, but Ash isn’t there. I spot him instantly, his tall frame like a beacon in the strobe lights calling to me. He’s getting another drink up at the bar. I guess I should just dance until he comes back. But what if he doesn’t come back? Iturn away from him, trying to steady my thoughts and my heart rate, counting the beats as I dance as a way to try to keep myself from turning around. Then I step back and bump into a wall of warmth, large hands grip my waist, and I just know it’s him.
“Sorry,” I say, and try to keep myself dancing, but I feel awkward and stiff. Hands shaking like the bones are trying to vibrate their way out of my skin, I hold him firm at my hips, and when he doesn’t pull away, I let myself just be there, with him, dancing to the music. I’ve never danced like this. Normally, a girl is the one dancing in front of me, my arms around her as she grinds against me, but being like this is more of a turn-on than I could have imagined. I edge backward, letting his chest press against my back, and when my ass brushes against him, I feel how hard I’ve made him. A shudder rolls through me, and I let his hands go and turn.
Ash’s eyes go wide as he breathes my name. “Calvin?”
The room is hot, air thick, and when I nod, his smile grows wide.
“I… Are you? Do you?” He’s not dancing, just standing there looking down at me, and I don’t know exactly what he is trying to ask me, but I take a chance at the answer.
“Yes.”
I raise my hands, still shaking like a leaf, until they’re on his waist. It’s tiny, helped a little by the corset he’s wearing. My cock pulses at the image of Ash, shirtless except for a tight black corset cinching in his tiny waist, broad muscled shoulders glistening. “Is this okay?” I ask far too quietly for him to be able to hear, but he must have read my lips because he nods and then his hands slide up the sides of my waist again, only this time, his fingers slip just underneath the hem of my shirt. He leans down close to my ear, his warm breath tickling the soft skin and sending a shudder through me.
“I wanted it to be you.”
I swallow the lump in my throat and take a deep breath, only I get a lungful of his sweet musky scent, and my head spins.
“You smell amazing,” I sigh, and my face immediately warms.
“Why do you think I’ve been wearing your jacket all night?”
“It’s not just mine,” I reply, and he gets closer, his lips brushing against my earlobe.
“I could only smell you in it, that’s why I wore it. I wanted to be wrapped in you.” Then he sucks my earlobe into his mouth and my knees go weak. “I got you,” he says, his hands sweeping around my waist, then his hands slide all the way under my shirt and rest in the dip of my back.
“What if people are watching?”
