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The music starts again quickly but Yeleen has disappeared from my side. I finally see her, in the distance, sticking to Trey. Well, I think things are getting better between the two of them…
All start to take part again in this debauched environment. Two girls, both half-naked, approach Sanchez, who doesn’t seem disturbed by this. He lets himself be dragged to a corner of the room. I cross my arms on my chest, preferring to remain a wallflower.
“Boo!” exclaims TJ, jumping up in front of me.
I raise my eyebrows. “Was I supposed to be scared?”
He curses and puts his arm on my shoulders. “Stop being stubborn. Let’s look for your male.”
“What? No way…stop it with Tucker,” I grumble.
He bursts out laughing, releasing me. “But who said I was talking about him, young lady? Well, no worries, let’s look for another cock that will do the trick.”
My jaw nearly drops. And he’s laughing, this jerk. He’s so unbelievable, it’s crazy.
“So this is what it’s like to be part of the Pack? Sex parties around the clock?”
“Of course not, tonight we’re just having a little fun with all our friends. Come on, let’s go.”
“No…I’ll just…hang around.”
But already he’s ignoring me, joining the improvised dance floor, following a gorgeous black woman.
More or less discreet, I can’t help but searching the room, plunged in a semi-darkness, for Tucker. I take a few steps forward, nearly getting jostled at least three times—but I must be the only one who realizes it.
“You coming to move against me?” a tall guy with brown hair asks as he comes up to me.
“Move against you?” I laugh and stop when I realize he’s serious. “Wait, was that a real invitation?” I ask.
He doesn’t seem to know what to say, instead running a hand over the back of his neck. No doubt he expected me to willingly accept rubbing against his legs like a horny little pussy.
I’m about to walk away from the guy but my gaze suddenly dips to Tucker’s.
He’s across the room, sitting on a black leather couch. A chick next to him is smoking I don’t know what. I keep my gaze on the dark-haired man, on his legs slightly parted, both arms casually resting, one hand on the armrest next to him, the other hand on his right thigh. Even at this distance, he manages to hold me prisoner. He stares at me without flinching. He watches me like a predator watching his prey.
Unless he is mine?
A delicious challenge to take up.
His air is serious, his eyes dark. He doesn’t seem to appreciate a guy being half-glued to me, and I think seeing his tense muscles pleases me somehow.
He’s immersed in gloom and his hair is inky black, but I can see exactly what’s going on. The chick next to him puts her fucking manicured hand on his thigh, bringing her dizzying cleavage almost under his nose.
It’s my turn to boil inside. I glare at him, then look away. I mustn’t show that I don’t like it. I inhale deeply and ignore him with difficulty, then stare at the guy who is still waiting next to me.
“Actually, I do want to dance.” I say.
I don’t wait for him and walk towards the small dance floor. He follows me, and I feel a completely different gaze on us. I take a deep breath and try to get into the music, to match the rhythm of my hips to the bass beat. The guy stands in front of me, also undulating in a peculiar way. When he gets a little closer, I mumble, “Don’t touch me.”
He frowns for a second and then resumes his dance, probably wondering if I’m a little crazy. I don’t know why I’m doing this. I know for a fact that I’m driving Tucker crazy, and I know for a fact that he’s watching me.
I think I want him on the edge of blowing up, as close to the brink as I am.
So, while undulating my hips, I bring my hands down my body to my waist and glance at him. And I’m right.
The explosion.
The girl who was at his side has disappeared to who knows where. Tucker is now leaning forward, elbows resting on his knees. His piercing gaze crosses the entire room to land solely on me. His mouth is pinched, his jaw contracted, but his eyes…desire is mixed with anger. I turn to him, continuing to dance.
