Page 15 of Don't Break My Heart
“But she’s…”
“She’s a slut who seems to be my husband’s flavor of the month. He will get sick of her and move on, he always does.”
I grab her arm and lean in closer. “You let him sleep around?”
She bursts out laughing. “Stops him from wanting it from me,” she says, unaffected by my outrage. She holds out her hand. “Can I have a little more?”
I pass her the bottle; she needs this more than I do. She takes a large swig, the remains dribbling down her chin. “It’s good, right?” I ask her.
“Burns the hell out of my throat. But it kills the boredom, and I can’t do another night of this mindless hell.”
Oh God, I feel like I just found my soul sister. I snatch the bottle back and throw back another swig myself.
She leans in a little closer to my ear, looking in Onyx and Reef’s direction. “The big guys follow you everywhere?”
“Yep. Don’t worry about them.” I smirk at the boys as I say it, pulling a cheeky grin from Reef. The man is a saint, falling into his new role with no pushback. I have to wonder what Romeo is offering him, or if he knew all along his life would end up here.
“Careful, trouble,” Onyx warns.
“I’m being very careful, big guy.” I wink in his direction, the effects of the alcohol sinking in and making me extra flirty. What I wouldn’t do to sneak off with the two of them and have a little fun.
He grumbles out a response I can’t make out. I think something about me being the death of him.
Daisy giggles as she watches us, I’m sure having no understanding of what she is watching, but she likes the banter. Happily, she moves to some sort of music player and presses play. Sia’s “Chandelier” blaststhrough the speaker, and she starts to move to the beat of the music. “Come on, Sloane, dance with me.”
Before I know it, I’m watching with my jaw nearly hitting the floor. “The girl can dance,” I say so only the boys can hear me. Daisy looks like she’s in her own little world. She looks happy for the first time since I met her tonight. Not only has she got rhythm and moves in time with the beat of the music, but she looks like a goddess when she does it.
She comes for me, taking my hand so I’m forced to move further into the room with her. “I can’t dance like you.” I laugh, knowing I have two left feet, one that’s still sore to walk on.
“Who cares, just move.” She knocks her hip with me and spins me around, laughing as she does. Her happiness encourages me to move along with her. I glance to the boys and see them watching my every movement, and fuck, something in the desire I see encourages me to keep moving.
The two of us dance to the beat of the music, moving like no one is watching. My moves are a little more provocative than hers because I know I have two sets of eyes glued to me, and while they might not be able to touch me in this place, they can look, and I can enjoy the way it feels to have their lust-filled gazes on me. It’s the most fun I have had in forever. “Where the hell did you learn to move like that?” I ask her when the first song comes to an end.
“Fifteen years of dance school.” She beams, her eyes twinkling with a happiness that’s totally contagious.
“Shit, girl, you should be dancing professionally. You’re so fucking good.”
Her eyes lock with mine, a sadness coming over her, and I instantly feel bad for opening my big mouth. She finally looked happy. “Yeah, I should be, but fate had other plans for me.” The way she says it, herhead dropped, her eyes dead. My heart sinks for her, and I know my earlier thoughts must be true. She’s trapped just as much as I am.
“Or the Morettis did?” I whisper, already knowing it’s the truth.
“What did they do to you?” she snaps back instead of answering me.
“You don’t want to know.” I pass her the bottle I still have in my hand, and she throws it back.
Because I have always wanted to try it, and talking about this shit is just depressing, I take hold of the pole and pull myself up to the little stage platform, spinning around the pole like I know what I’m doing. My head swims as the room blurs, but I don’t care. This is what I need. I give it my all, doing moves I have seen my girls do at The Raven’s Nest, feeling all the stress from the last couple of days melt away. When I open my eyes, I catch Reef’s line of sight. His lips twist up at the sides playfully, and I just know he’s itching to come and play with me. I probably shouldn’t, but I beckon him with my finger.
He pushes off the wall, moving toward me, grinning cheekily as his eyes lock with mine.
“Reef,” Onyx warns him.
“There’s no one else around,” he mutters, his eyes glinting with mischief before striding toward me, a smoldering look on his face that lights me up inside.
I arch my neck backwards in a little dip just for him, my hair falling free. His hands trace a path up my body, starting from my ass. Every place he touches leaves me aching for more of him. My panties are drenched, my body begging to be filled with his cock. “Fuck, wildcat, you look hot as sin up there.”
I lean forward nearly brushing his lips with mine, our eyes locking. What I wouldn’t give to kiss him right now, to touch him in the wayI want, in the way I know he needs. He moistens his bottom lip, and right as I go to kiss him, I pull away, knowing I shouldn’t.
Daisy is in her own little world and hasn’t even noticed our flirting, her eyes closed, completely lost in the movement of her body and the music.
