Page 6 of Petals of Blue: Part One
To anyone else, our show of appreciation might be strange, but it's our way of showing affection. I will love these women until my dying breath; you bet your ass we give each other kisses.
With all three of them solo and dancing within our mini group, I relax and let my head fall back on my shoulders. The music sounds like one loud noise, but I'm not in the sea of bodies for the lyrics. I'm here for the pounding of the bass and the sweaty bodies surrounding me.
It's a vibe that chases away the melancholy.
For now.
Heat scorches my tummy as a large hand splays across it. I suck in a gasp, shocked that I let someone sneak up on me. Beth, Janine, and Dakota are twirling around in a drunken circle, none the wiser to my predicament.
"Relax," an incredibly masculine voice rumbles in my ear. I stiffen for a moment, but when his hard body curls around me and the beat drops, I press my ass against his very hard cock.
The man groans, and I grin, getting lost in the feel of letting loose. If it were my night to go wild and not babysit my friends, I'd for sure drag this solid man to a dark corner and let him pull my wet panties aside.
I'm incredibly distracted, so much so that I jump when I see Beth right in front of me. Her eyes are wide, staring over my shoulder at the guy whose hand has shifted over my pelvic bone.
"What's your name?" Beth slurs loudly.
If his pinky slips just a little lower...
The man bends so Beth can hear him, making me shiver in delight when his scruff tickles my neck. "Felix!"
His answer is like a bucket of ice water being thrown over me.I'm going to be sick. Flinging myself away from him, I rush through the crowd with tears streaming down my cheeks.
I'm such an idiot. Many people have the same names as the assholes who broke my heart. The fact of the matter is, my sexual partners are nameless, so why would I stay?
That's what I tell myself as I scurry toward Kevin by the side entrance. I've had him on my radar all night, knowing where my safe place is. I really need my protector right now.
Four
FELIX
Ican't get the image of that woman running away out of my head. I'm not sure what spooked her, but fuck was it disappointing to see her go.
Her blonde friend looked shocked to see her flee and immediately followed. I tried to give chase, but I could barely squeeze through the crowd. Those girls slipped through the sea of bodies like pros.
The way her body fit against mine and moved on me was a goddamn dream. Christ, she was sexy. I'm not ashamed to admit I had to rub one out as soon as I got home last night.
By the time I shoved my way off the dance floor, both the blue beauty and her friend were gone. Why the hell did she bolt, and where the hell did she go?
I only had her in my arms for a few minutes, but I can feel my obsession lingering. Going back and finding her will be easy. I have an interview there tonight, and she has bright blue hair. I'll spot her from a mile away.
Hopefully she's not someone visiting because I have a feeling once with her won't be enough. I get what I want, and I want her.
Declan pokes my shoulder and stage whispers, "What are you daydreaming about?"
Glancing at him, I fight the urge to push his grinning face away from me. I like him close, but sometimes he makes me want to kick his ass. "This interview tonight."
"I call bullshit," Jared teases, eyeing the pillow on my lap. "You're thinking about wet pussy."
Ignoring the way Declan stiffens and moves away from me, I glare at my friend. "I didn't get any wet fuckin' pussy, so fuck off."
"So..." Jared drawls and swallows a bit of pasta salad. "You're pouting about the lack of wet pussy."
Fucking Christ. Jared and Declan are like the exact same person with their quick sass and outgoing personalities. There are a few key differences though, one being that Declan is a fucking troublemaker and Jared is a bit more calculated in his decision-making process.
I nudge Declan's thigh with my knee. "Declan, tell him to shut up." There, that should take the heat off of me. I don't love when they gang up on me, especially without Roman here to buffer their quips. But when Dec and Jared go at each other, everyone else ceases to exist. Only fiery sass and wicked jokes are their focus.
Except this time, my master plan to pin them against each other doesn't pan out how I expected. Declan stands and drags his hand through his dark brown hair. "Nah," He says, then leaves the room.
