I grind against Kane, but I want in on the action. I move to go dance with her, to dance with the other guys, just in case I’m bothering Kane, but he pulls me in close, firmly against his hard chest.

“I don’t want to share you right now.” He smiles against my neck, possessively. The feeling of him wanting me all to himself, with his eyes never wandering from me is exactly what I need tonight.

It’s just what I wanted to hear so I could do this.

I turn, standing on the tips of my toes, and bring my lips to his. It’s a struggle with the height difference, but his strong hands grip the small of my waist and he lifts me. The action is subtle, and I nearly wrap my legs around his waist but we’re in public and I refrain.

With him holding me up like I weigh nothing, I slide my tongue between his lips, tasting the whiskey. His tongue swirls in circles, and having never been kissed down there, I imagine what that would feel like against my slit. I could, at any point, have asked Jade to do it to me, but I never did. I’ve heard from her how good it feels, to have the warmth of a tongue swirling across your clit.

Kane’s grip grows stronger, and I nearly moan from the mere strength of his hands.

Imagine what he could do to you, Macey. He could break you in two!

I’m going to drown my inner angel, the one that won’t shut the fuck up. “I’m thirsty.” I tell him, using a flirty voice as he sets me back on the dance floor.

He sends me a single smirk, making sure to always keep one hand on me while he leads me back to our spot. The others follow, along with Jade who is lost in the middle of them.

We’re lucky they have a booth, it’s one in the morning now and the bars are completely packed. But in VIP you have designated bottle girls that fulfill your orders for you, “Bring me body shots.” Kane tells her, and Jade gets excited.

“I call Blade!” She sings, trailing her drunken hand down the front of his chest. He looks at me and winks, and I look up to Kane.

“Lay down.” He doesn’t ask, he orders as he pulls the band from his ponytail, allowing his curly hair to bounce out. He looks like something from a magazine, a movie, pure walking sex.

Someone who is much too experienced, way out of my league. But for one night, in the innocence of flirting in a bar, he doesn’t have to know just how inexperienced I am.