The other guys chat and joke around, but I can’t focus on anything but the warmth radiating from Dylan’s body. Her perfume envelops me, something floral and light that makes me want to bury my nose in her neck. Normally, it annoys me when girls wear perfume—it’s usually cloying and sickly and makes me want to aggressively scrub myself in the shower. But I feel like Dylan could bathe in toilet water right after I took a dump and I’d be into it. Fuck, I really do have issues.
When we arrive at the club, Dylan steps out of the car. The slit in her dress parts to reveal a glimpse of black lace panties.
I swallow hard, my pants suddenly feeling way too tight. I discreetly adjust myself. This is going to be a long night. Dylan wants to prove she’s one of the guys? In that outfit, she’s proving she’s very muchnot. And at this rate, she’ll get a lot more than she bargained for.
Tonight, I’m going to mess with her until she’s desperate for release. And when I finally give it to her, she’ll be screaming my name.
Dylan has no idea what’s coming for her. But she will soon.
We walk into the club, the pounding music vibrating through my chest. The moment we enter, I feel eyes on us. I’m sure we stand out—three massive rugby players and the hottest woman who has ever set foot in this establishment, no doubt about it.
I’m instantly overwhelmed by a sense of protectiveness, and maybe a hint of jealousy, as I notice men’s gazes roving all over Dylan’s curvy, athletic body.
Noah and Killian immediately head to the bar.
Dylan starts to follow them, but I grab her wrist, tugging her back against me.
She stumbles, her ass pressing into my crotch.
I grit my teeth as my cock strains against my jeans. “Where do you think you’re going?” I growl into her ear.
She whirls around, her eyes flashing. “What are you doing? Let go of me.”
“I don’t think so.” I pull her closer, grinding my hips into hers. She sucks in a sharp breath, and I feel the tremor that runs through her body. “You’ve been teasing me all night. Did you really think I wasn’t going to do something about it?”
“I haven’t been teasing you, and it’s only the start of the night,” she protests, but her voice is breathy. She licks her lips, and I zero in on the glimpse of pink tongue again. What I’d give to feel that swirling around the tip of my hungry cock.
“Liar.” I fist my hand in her hair and crush my mouth to hers. She gasps, and I take advantage, thrusting my tongue into her mouth.
She kisses me back hungrily, her hands sliding up my chest to loop around my neck.
I lead her across the room to a secluded corner and walk her backwards until she’s pressed against the wall, my body pinning hers in place.
One of my hands slides down to grip her ass, kneading the firm muscle. The other slips between our bodies, trailing up the slit in her dress until I reach the edge of her panties.
She jerks as my fingers brush her clit through the thin fabric, a strangled moan escaping her.
I rub slow, teasing circles, feeling her slick heat through the lace. Her head falls back, her lips parting, as her hips rock into my touch.
I grin against her neck. “Still want to pretend you don’t want this?”
“Please,” she gasps out. “Jayden... we just got here. We’re in public…”
“Tell me what you want,” I demand hoarsely. My own need is raging, my cock straining against my zipper, but I won’t give in until she begs.
I glance around to make sure my massive frame is completely hiding hers from view. Once I confirm we’re all clear, I reach down and slide a finger under her panties, dipping into her wetness.
She cries out, her inner walls clenching around me.
“Tell me,” I repeat, “or I’ll stop right now.”
Dylan glares at me, her cheeks flushed, but surrender flickers in her eyes. She licks her lips again and takes a shuddering breath. “I want you to fuck me.”
I chuckle, withdrawing my hand to grab her hips and grind against her. “Not good enough.”
She growls in frustration, nails biting into my shoulders. “Dammit, Jayden, I want your cock inside me right now!”
“There, was that so hard?” I tease.