Page 6 of Allegiant

Every time I’m happy, life takes it away from me. It happened with my parents. With Adam. Even his sister, Adi.

I’ve lost them all.

I can’t lose anything else.

I step back with a grin. His eyes follow me like I’m prey, like he’s waiting for me to run so he can chase. But I don’t give him the satisfaction. Not yet. I’m far too curious about how this will end.

I’m very hopeful that it will end with me on my back or my side, something pushing into me.

Fingers. Tongue. Cock.

I’m not picky.

Finally, I turn away and make my way back into the club. I can feel him following me, his eyes boring into me as I move. I give an extra sway of my hips to make sure he knows what he’ll be missing if he leaves. And what he’ll get if he stays.

As I near the door, I glance back to check he’s still behind me. He’s close. Closer than expected. His eyes are slightly hooded as he cups my hip, steering me away from a gaggle of women obstructing the exit. I shiver at how his hand feels on me, strong and firm. They drop away faster than I like.

Fuck. I can’t wait to have those hands on me, moving me around a room, ripping my clothes off, pinning me down to a mattress as a part of him tunnels inside of me.

See?

A perfect distraction indeed.

The air is cool as I step outside, and it bites at my exposed skin, making me shiver. Another quick check confirms he’s still following me, his jacket firmly in place. He’s paying more attention than I realized, because a moment later that jacket is around my shoulders.

Cedarwood and amber. Fuck, even his scent is intoxicating.

I don’t even know his name.

That should be a problem, something I should care about, but I’m not going to rectify it.

I doubt I’ll ever see this man again. The less we know about each other, the better.

Tonight will be enough to keep me occupied for days to come. Then I’ll have to find my next distraction. I always move on easily. It’s never hard to forget the men I meet.

That’s me. Always moving.

I stop at the curb, looking right and left before jogging across, his hand moving to my arm and pulling me toward him when I get a little too far away. The smile won’t leave my lips. Does he even realize he’s doing it? I don’t understand why. He’s just going to use and discard me after a night of fun.

Same as I’m going to do with him.

I’ll never admit it, but I like how oddly protective this stranger is of me. It’s a feeling I could become addicted to.

But I won’t.

I stop in front of the motel I plan to take him to, the one where I know the manager and can easily get a room by the hour. Not usually for hookups, but occasionally. When the need arises. And it has arisen.

I am aroused.

My partner for the night hums, his eyes narrowing as he takes in the loosely hanging door. “This place is…interesting. Do you take every stranger you meet here?”

“Maybe. Would it bother you if I did?” I ask, far too sweetly, almost sickly so. If he tells me that it bothers him, I may have to usher him out the door we’ve just entered.

But luckily he just cocks his head with a smirk. “Nope. Don’t give two shits.”

I like that answer. Like it even more when he crowds up behind me and his hand slides against my hip, pulling me into him.

I wriggle back just as the motel manager rounds the corner, an older woman of indeterminate age. But she’s always kind to me and always gives me the nicer rooms.