Chapter 5

Erik

"Here. Finish this shit while I dance with my girl." Nate handed me his beer and grabbed Jenna's hand, walking out toward the dance floor.

I shouldn't have agreed to come, but sitting at home in the dark and pondering over my empty existence was getting old.

A soft moan pulled me from my thoughts as I lifted the beer to my lips and drank deeply. Grace was beyond seductive in her tight skirt and skimpy top. Every man in the whole fucking bar was doing double and triple takes, which had me on edge. She might not be mine, but she sure as fuck wasn't going to belong to anyone else as well.

"Hey. You okay?" I turned to face her as she sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and nodded.

"Nate gave me something to help me chill out." She ran her hand over the tops of her breasts, and my cock twitched in my jeans. Zandra. Fuck.

I lifted my bottle to my nose and breathed in, the taint of the drug more than obvious. "What the fuck?" I growled and moved toward her. "Stay here and don't move. I'll be right back."

"Okay," she breathed out, her pupils dilated, her cheeks pink. She was pure. Untouched. Why the hell would Nate think it was okay to mess with that?

I grabbed his shirt and jerked him toward me, pressing my chest to his as I got in his face. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Hey!" Jenna moved up on my right, reaching up to pull us apart.

"It's alright, baby. Go check on Grace. I deserve this." Nate turned back to me. "You know why I did it. You're just gonna keep rotting away inside that head of yours. Stop being an idiot and take what the fuck you want."

"Watch yourself, Nate. You know I have nothing to offer that beautiful girl but death and horror. You'd do that her?" I growled at the thought.

"I'd do anything for you." He moved back and patted my chest. "Take her somewhere and taste her, Erik. You've wanted her from the moment you started going to that fucking library. Stop lying to me and everyone else." He patted my chest again. "Better yet... stop lying to yourself."

"It's not that easy, asshole," I called after him, but he was already walking toward Grace and Jenna. Not a moment later, he walked her to the edge of the dance floor like a lamb to the slaughter.

Grace walked toward me, but paused, looking back. Nate encouraged her to keep going. The poor little innocent thing had no clue how to seduce a man. It was a damn good thing I didn't need that. Just the thought of her naked and crying out left me almost shaking.

"Erik. I'm really sor-"

"Hush." I reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her toward me and spinning her until her back was pressed against my chest, her soft ass tucked against my erection. I leaned down and pressed my teeth into the soft flesh below her ear, wrapping my arms around her and dancing slowly to the music. "Seems your friends are no friends at all."

She rolled her hips, working herself against my dick in a way I wouldn't have expected her to do. "I've wanted you for so long."

"You don't even know me, Grace. The outside is beautiful and shiny, but the inside is so dark, baby." I reached up and cupped one of her small breasts, just enough flesh to fill my hand. I squeezed softly and slipped my other hand down the front of her dress, cupping her pussy. "You need to get Jenna to take you home. This isn't happening between us."

"Why?" She cupped her hand over mine and whimpered, rolling her hips seductively as I pressed forward and ground against her. "You're hard and ready for me. Why would you deny me?" She turned in my arms, surprising me by her quickness. Her pretty nails ran up my chest as she pressed herself against me and glanced up. "I want you to have me first. Before anyone else does."

"First?" Mother fucker. I was right. She was untouched. My fantasies were off-handed concoctions from my wet dreams. My girl hadn't been with another man yet. The knowledge of her virginity caused something to swell inside of me.

"I... um... I mean..." she pulled back as her facade slipped a little, the scared woman underneath the drug far more beautiful to me than the vixen rubbing up against my cock a few minutes before.

"I love it." I leaned down and brushed my nose along hers, ready to give up my resolve to leave her be. It was just sex. Or maybe not even sex. I just wanted to taste her, to be the first to hear her come. "My place or yours?" She leaned up to try and kiss me, but I stopped her. "No kissing, kitten. I don't like it." I nipped at her lips and ran my hands down her back, squeezing her ample ass to reassure her that it wasn't anything to do with her. Kissing was too much of a commitment, too intimate.

"I don't know." She glanced back and then returned her gaze to me.

I ran my fingers through her hair. "Then it's my place. I brought my bike though. And listen to me." I gripped her hair tightly as she closed her eyes and let out another sweet moan. "This is just tonight, Grace. Nothing more. You have your bastard friend Nate back there to thank for this shit."

"I'll remember to thank him." She opened her eyes, and something inside of me melted. I could love her so easily. And she'd die. I had no doubt.

The thought caused my lust to die down, and I moved back and took her hand. I'd take her up to the mountains and get her a little more liquored up. Hopefully, she would fall asleep, and I could save us both from the heartache that would come in the morning.

After I got her back home safely, my next steps would be to kill Nate. I loved the guy, but he had to die for hurting my girl, and I had no doubt... she would end up hurt.