Page 59 of A Hurt So Good

“You think I can’t behave?” she teases.

“I don’t,” War answers. She flips him off as Denz leans down to kiss her. When they pull apart, we head for the door. Seeing us all dressed up the way we are, you would think we were fucking royalty. The four of us look amazing as we step back into the elevator.

“If we had more time, we’d fuck you in this elevator, so our come is dripping down your thighs all night,” War tells her before slapping her ass so hard she nearly falls forward. She turns and looks at him over her shoulder grinning like she’d like it. I bet she would, too.

When we step out of the elevator, all eyes are on us. People watch us walk through the lobby, and Arya holds her head up high. I know she doesn’t like to go out much, but she seems like she’s having a good time right now.

War is on edge. I already know that. He doesn’t like crowds, and here we are going into a fucking nightclub of all things.

We climb into the car Denz has ready to pick us up. I’m sure we’re all going to be drinking tonight, and none of us want to be responsible enough to drive back here.

The hotel is only about twenty minutes away from the club, and as we arrive, someone is waiting to greet us.

“I’m assuming you’re the Staton brothers?” The man asks as we all climb out of the car.

“We are,” Denz answers before going through and introducing all of us. The man leads us inside, but as we’re walking, there’s already a line forming outside. As soon as we step in, Arya’s eyes go wide. I know she isn’t into flashy things, but this is different.

“You like it?” I ask her.

“It’s gorgeous. The lights are amazing,” she says as we walk further into the building. We take it all in and get ourselves situated. Ben, the man here with us, starts letting the VIPs in and introducing us to everyone. Arya wanders around, checking the place out. I think it’s okay for now as long as it’s not packed in here, and we can still see her.

Ben leaves Denz and War to handle the crowd and takes me to the office to show me around. I get a feel for everything, and he takes off for the night. Where I am, you can see everything in the club below.

I sit down in the chair and take it all in. Mainly, I take her in. Arya is at the bar with War, getting drinks. I can only imagine he’s telling the bartender to give her whatever she wants for the night even though she isn’t twenty one yet.

The crowd starts to grow as more and more people come in. Denz stays close to the front door, welcoming people as they come in.

Deciding I’ve had enough watching, I walk back down to the main floor and join them. I stop at Arya first and make sure she’s good.

“You need anything?” I ask her over the music.

“No. I’m good,” she replies, showing me her drink and moving her body to the music. I smile at her before I take off to the front with the guys.

“How’s everything up there?” Denz asks.

“It was all in order. Whoever the hell Ben is, he did a good job keeping things straight. I don’t think we’re going to have an issue,” I tell him.

“Good. Everything else seems to be running smoothly,” he adds.

It seems like it takes forever before they stop letting people in. There are people wall to wall, and I’m sure War is having a fit about it, too. I don’t see him anywhere, and I hope that’s a good thing, although with him, you can never be too sure.

I wander the club, keeping an eye on things as I go. So far, everything seems to be moving in the right direction. People are having a good time and the DJ is doing his thing.

I walk through the middle of the dancefloor when I find Arya. Her hands are in the air, and she’s sweating, but damn does she look good doing it.

I step up behind her, and my hands find her hips before I start moving with her. I lean down and press my lips to her neck before she leans back and rests her head on my shoulder. I slide my hands around her waist and keep her tucked close to me.

“You’re making me hot,” she calls out to me over her shoulder.

“Isn’t that the point?”

“Not when we’re in here,” she laughs. She thinks I care we’re in the middle of everyone? This is our fucking club. I chuckle in her ear and slide my hand down her stomach to the hem of herdress. Then I slowly slip my hand under and find her panties soaked.

“Arya? Why are you so wet?” I ask in her ear.

“You’re touching me.”

“Or are you looking at other men?” I ask her as I rub her over her panties. She doesn’t answer at first, and that’s fine by me. I don’t mind if Arya looks as long as no one touches.

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