I didn’t believe him. But I let him turn me anyway. I let him press his lips to mine and open my mouth with his. He dragged one of my legs up and over his hip making my already short denim skirt rise up even further.
I could feel him swell against me. Pushing against the fabric of my panties and I felt nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
Even when he slipped his hand between our bodies. His fingers sliding into my panties from the side to play over my flesh. I felt nothing. A mild unease that I was being fingered in a club full of people but that was about it.
Forcing myself to moan, I clung to him as he pushed his finger into me. But it wasn’t Bennet I was picturing in my mind.
It was ….
“Get your fucking hands off of her.”
Bennet was ripped away from me, leaving me standing against the wall with my skirt around my hips. My panties askew.
Wicked.
His eyes flicked over me and a look of pure disgust settled over his face as he caught sight of my messed up panties.
He didn’t say a word to me as he turned, his fist smashed into Bennet’s jaw. Sending him sprawling on to his ass. “You Touch her again and I will fucking kill you.” Without another word, his bloody fist closed around my wrist. He dragged me after him without even asking me whether I wanted to go or not.
I didn’t have a chance to be mad. I didn’t even have a chance to wonder why the president of the Black Aces was here. All I could do was hobble after him and try not to fall on my face.
Chapter Ten
Wicked
She had been so easy to find. Even without the tracker on her phone, I would have been able to manage it. All I had to do was follow the trail of lame-ass college boys with their dicks out. Not literally of course but it might as well have been. And one look at her showed me why they were gravitating around her.
She was dressed like a damn stripper. A tiny pale pink top that dropped obscenely low in the front and had no back at all and a denim skirt that barely covered her ass.
She looked hot as hades.
And it made me pissed as hell.
The fact she was with her preppy ass boyfriend Bennet made me even angrier. Of all the men she had lining up for her attention, she chose him.
She chose him.
But I didn’t make any move. What right did I have when all she was doing was dancing with a guy I knew she had been seeing for months? She was an adult. Something she reminded me of at every possible opportunity like I didn’t already know. And she could dance with anyone she wanted.
Even if the sight of her wiggling her ass under his hands made me want to punch him in the face and carry her back to my bike like a caveman.
She shouldn’t be dancing like that with him.
Not that I could say anything. I mean, what right did I have?
So I kept my distance, watching her from my place in the corner of the long neon lit-up bar.
I just wanted to watch and then I would talk to her on her way home. I would make her see sense. Chelsea either needed to start going to her classes again or she needed to come home where people could keep an eye on her. Namely me. But her brother as well.
Just to watch was my plan anyway, right until I saw the asswipe Bennet stick his hand up her skirt. That’s when I moved. And it wasn’t just because I hated that he was touching her. Touching her where I had touched her. No, it wasn’t just that. It was the fact that she was squirming. She didn’t want his hands in her panties. She did not want him touching her.
I moved without thinking, barrelling into him and sending him flying.
I wanted to make sure she was ok. But I couldn’t stand to look at her. Seeing her with another man, any man was something I couldn’t deal with. Especially not a man like Bennet who didn’t care whether she was enjoying his touches. Made me feel sick.
Was this what her life had been like? Had she been letting people use her? Was that what it had come to? Did she have so little respect for herself?