What the fuck is happening?

Why the hell is she laughing at me?

I don’t think I said anything funny, do you?

Paige certainly has found something humorous in my statement. Her hips roll and thrust against me, sending all logical and coherent thoughts far from my mind as primal urges take full control.

Moving on their own accord, my hands reach for her waist, but she has other plans. Once more, Paige twirls and presses her supple arse against me. Picking her hair up in the way women do to remind you of sex, over her shoulder, she looks up at me with green eyes with halos of black.

“What are you doing here?” Watching her red lips move sensually, I crave them in a way I never thought possible. A coy smile plays across her face as her eyes darken and hood.

She’s an angel of death, and I just pray my death will come by her fucking amazing body.

“P-Parker invited us, me, my friends?” I am really not liking this tongue-tied loser I’ve become whenever she is near me, breathing the same air as me, and gyrating in my atmosphere.

Her chuckle is like the rest of her appearance. It too is dark and I’m pulled in. I’ve always driven a fine line between dark and light, never feeling pulled in by one or the other, even at my lowest points. Paige pulls me in, pulls me to the darkness, and I want nothing more than to let it consume me.

“Figures.” She shakes her head, her black tresses floating around me and giving me the scent of gas, oil, track dirt, and her own sweat. It’s a heady mixture. I’ve never been drawn to a woman by the scent but this one drives me crazy. “No girlfriend?” She looks around but wears an impassive gaze, showing me how little she really cares about the subject.

My nostrils flare as I take in more of her wonderful concoction of natural perfume before I speak. I let it burn into my lungs like a drag of a good cigarette, searing me for eternity.

“I’m not here to work, and there is no fucking girlfriend.” Growling, I finally wrap my hands around her wide hips and pull her tightly to me, halting her ability to move.

Her grin is back in place as she gazes down at one of my hands. Rolling her hips back and forth, she flattens her arse against my dick. “Well, that makes this easier.”

Before I am given a moment to ask her what makes what easier, she turns and her red lips find mine in a rush, stealing the breath from my lungs and stopping any brain function. My dick takes full control of my bodily functions.

Heat ripples through me as she consumes me. The taste on her tongue is smoky, filled with nicotine, and the slightest taste of sweat from the corner of her mouth. My dick surges, and I thrust against her stomach when I feel rather than hear the distinct click of a tongue ring hitting my teeth.

We float off the dance floor, never breaking contact even when we reach a darkened booth in the back of the VIP section. The back of my calves hit a bench seat when Paige rips her lips from mine. I see everything I feel on the inside for this woman reflected in her eyes, driving me mad with lust. I’ve never wanted to bury my dick in someone as badly as I want to slam into Paige’s pussy.

Her pink tongue with its black ball slithers out and drags across her upper lip in slow motion.

Time has stopped.

The music has faded away.

The only thing I can smell is her unique scent.

The only thing I can hear is my blood thundering through my veins and pounding in my ears.

The only thing I can feel is my dick throbbing, pulsating to a beat only this woman can conduct.

Paige takes a strong step back into my space. With equally strong and brave hands, she undoes my belt, and in an achingly slow way, she pops the buttons of my jeans. A cool breeze hits my overheated flesh.

What can I say? I don’t wear underwear sometimes. Weekends are mainly when I free ball it.

A hiss escapes between my teeth as Paige’s warm, dry hand presses against me and proudly slides down to wrap around my dick. Tension riddles my body as she slowly yet firmly strokes me. She isn’t gentle at all, and I fucking love it.

Returning to the base, she strokes again, and this time, she stops at my piercings. Her talented fingers roam over them. Tugging and lightly pulling them earns her another hiss from me.

It hurts so good.

“Pierced and tattooed, you’ll do nicely.” Pushing me back onto the bench and keeping her hand down my pants, she crawls on top of me so her long hair fans around me. Her green eyes have a sheen to them, almost a twinkle as her mouth rejoins mine.

Paige continues her slow control of my dick as we continue to kiss. My hands wrap around her hips once more, and they move with her as she slowly rocks against me, adding to the pressure building within me.

Her strokes become stronger and more urgent, bringing me closer to coming in my goddamn pants like a teenager. I’ve never had a build-up like this before. I’ve never come so quickly.

It will be completely worth it.

Having my own cum in my pants is something I can bear with until I get home. And then I probably won’t shower because I’ll want to keep her scent on my body while I sleep.

Latching onto her tongue ring, I suck and roll it between my teeth, causing Paige to moan. The vibrations of it hit my spine and send an icy hot chill through my body.

I want to pick her up, slam her into a wall, and taste her pussy before my dick gets her. And I do just that. Lifting her with ease, I turn us into the darkest corner of the area and roughly slam her up against the wall.

But I don’t get the reaction I was hoping for.

Her legs drop, hanging between mine and the wall as she tries to reach the ground with the tips of her toes. She releases me, both my mouth and dick. Her brave and talented hand comes to my face and waves a digit at me. She tsks me as I watch her finger move with the steady pace of a metronome.

“This is my game.” She pushes me back down once more. As she crawls back on top of me, I finally see what she is wearing. Her short as hell skirt rides up as she gets ready to straddle me once more. The dark abyss between her legs begs to be bitten, licked, and fucked by me.

Reaching out, I nip her between the legs before she can sink back down. She moans, rocking her pussy against my face. If I could see the pretty pink flesh, I know it would be wet, her clit throbbing, and her pussy lips begging to grip something I can give her.

A whiff of her strong scent mixed with the musk of her pussy jets into my system. Roughly, I grab her arse and slam her back down onto my lap, thrusting up into her tight pussy at the same time.

“Oh.” Her breath shakes, her eyes hood until they close, and her tits pebble in my line of sight. Through the fabric of her tiny shirt, I latch onto one, feeling it harden against my tongue as I suck.

Paige’s thrusts grow urgent and irregular. I can feel her slick pussy even through the fabric of my jeans as she rocks, rubbing her clit against my dick until she’s screaming out in ecstasy. I’m almost there; a few more hard thrusts against her, and I’ll come in my pants.

I’ll be damn proud of it.

The euphoria of my cum shooting out of my dick and all in my pants solidifies my need to fuck this woman.

Hard.

Fast.

And all fucking night.

I don’t even get an opportunity to come down from my high before the proverbial bucket of ice water dumps on my head. Screaming, chanting, and the distinct sound of flesh hitting flesh hard rains down on the two of us, killing whatever we had going.

Paige’s head lifts and looks in the direction of the noise. Without a word she is off my lap, pulling her skirt down, and disappearing into the club.

I’m left.

Dumped.

Dropped.

And forgotten as I watch Paige shove her way into a crowd of people who have formed a circle on the dance floor.

Running a hand through the longer hair on top of my head, I shake out of my ejaculation-induced stupor. Righting myself, I don’t bother to fix my rumpled shirt as I stand. My whole body still trembles with the aftershocks of Paige as I make my way out to the main floor.

Standing taller than everyone else has its benefits. I can easily see Parker, Paige, and someone around my size in the center. Even in the dim lights, Parker looks bloody and well beaten while the other man looks unscathed. Paige is between them, yelling over her shoulder at Parker before doing something I’ve never seen a woman do.

Coiling back a fist, Paige slams it into the center of the guy, dropping him but not keeping him down. He stands and screams down at her. The music is still thumping, making it difficult to hear anything, but whatever he says pisses Paige off.

Not holding back, she knees him in the nuts and slams an elbow into his jaw. I may not hear it, but I know a certain kind of pop comes with that type of hit.

Parker does nothing to stop his sister. Paige looks like she is handling herself just fine as she drops the big man and slams a booted foot into his side. Sharply, she turns and storms her brother. She yells in his face and then grabs his hand, leading him away from the crowd and disappearing.

I’m dazed, confused, hot, and still horny as fuck. I’m still reeling with what just happened. Looking around the club as people start to disperse, I don’t see Paige or Parker anywhere.

She is probably cleaning him up.

Instead of standing there like a slack-jaw moron, I search for my friends. Levi has the two girls from the dance floor flanking him on his side of the bench while the little pixie from earlier today sits across them with Jax. She and Jax are engrossed in conversation, whereas Levi is engrossed with the tits in his face and the hands on his junk.

Pulling up a chair, I slam my heavy body into it, earning the attention of at least one of my friends.

“Have fun?” Jax smiles at me wryly while the pixie snorts a laugh. I only shrug. I don’t want to tell them everything that just happened. Instead, I order another shot with a whiskey and decide to wait for Paige and Parker to return.

They have to.

It’s Parker’s party, after all.

The pixie is Paige’s friend—that much I know.

And I wait.

And wait.

And they never return.