HER.
Somehow, I found myself with Ryker. He's pretty good at popping up whenever he feels like it before ghosting us all over again. The fact that he was on Carson's ass for most of the night made me suspicious, but it seemed as soon as we stepped into the club, his mission changed. I think his mission today was to make Raine giggle like the girl she really is on the inside.
"Seriously, though, you're fucking beautiful!" He flashes me a grin, spinning me in a circle with a glass in one hand, the other firmly gripping mine as he looks down at me.
I couldn't help but blush under his honesty. "Thank you, Ryker," I say shyly, looking up into his dark eyes that are reflecting the dull light within the building, shimmering with unadulterated happiness.
"Anytime," he pulls me back into his hold, wrapping an arm around me as we sway to the music that was upbeat, but slow enough in tempo for us to rock from side to side. The vibes that I get from Ryker are completely different from the ones that I get from Carson.
Ryker is more of a carefree, 'I don't give a damn what anyone thinks' sort of person that just rolls with life. I've seen him flirt, but I don't think he's one that truly has to try to attract females. They would easily gravitate to him because he's pretty mature and sweet...until he starts reading you. I'm not sure if the reason why he doesn't have a girlfriend is because he's not looking, or he scares women away with his psychic powers.
But from what I've seen, he's a damn good friend. Loyal. There for you when needed, and not scared to put you back on the right track by making you aware of your bad decisions. He's an awesome guy.
Though, he doesn't make me burn like Carson.
Carson, from what I'm beginning to see, is conflicted with himself, I believe. Some moments, we're doing good...really good. And then other moments...he's back into dick mode. It's almost as if he wants to make progress with being nice to me, and something triggers him to default. I don't like that very much, if I must be honest. The back and forth doesn't make me feel as secure with him as I do with Ryker, even though I don't know the man. Ryker just screams protector.
It saddens me because as I look up at Ryker, I pout, and as he spun me around once the music picked back up so that we pressed up against each other back to front, my eyes locked on the stupid figure of the panty dropper across the place.
He was shadowed by the lights in the area being pointed to a woman on a small stage—a stripper. He wasn't paying her any mind, however, but he was chatting up with twins, sitting on a plush couch with Hunter on the other side, effectively trapping the two girls between them. I grimaced. I've heard all about their sharing rendezvous.
I'm just glad I haven't been one.
Though, if I had to, I think I'd take a roll with them. Maybe even add the big boy who's rubbing up on me, clearly drunk and wanting to taunt his friend. My thoughts rang true when Ryker bent down to murmur in my ear, "Carson likes you, you know."
I all but scoff, taking his drink from his hand. "I think you've had enough, buddy," I reach around to pat his back before finishing off his rum and coke. He wraps his arms around my waist, walking with me toward the bar so I could be a nice citizen and return the glass instead of leaving it somewhere so that a worker could put it away. We continued to chat as we made our way through the sweaty bodies and dancers.
"It's true though," he mumbles in my ear loud enough so I could hear him over the music. Yeah, he's definitely had more than he needed if he's spitting out words like that. "He can be an ass about it, but it's only because he likes you."
"I figured as a twenty one year old male, he'd be past the childish ways of showing interest." I flicker my eyes over to Vinny, who was trying to show up a girl that was shaking her ass while holding onto a pole. He was laughing with her as she moved her hips in a rhythm, keeping up with Vincent who was doing freaking awesome. I never knew he could shake it like that.
"He is," Ryker stands up for his friend as we made it to the bar, where I sat the empty glass down. I was immediately crushed between the bar top and his body when I tried to move away to talk to someone other than Carson's friend. "He just has his moments."
"Yeah, and why in the hell would I give someone like that the time of day?" I turn around in his hold, planting my hand on my hip, and looking up fiercely into his eyes. "Ryker, I might've fucked him, but I never said I'd date him."
"Why not date him?" He cocks his head to the side, his eyes lightly searching mine. "Aren't you attracted to the idea of being with him?" Even in his less than sober state, he could manage to psych me.
"Even if I am," I shake my head, my eyes flickering over to the boy's direction, only to slightly flinch as his eyes are already on me. I arch a brow, not knowing exactly why he was staring at me, but all he did was give me a bashful, one dimpled grin. His eyes then moved to linger on Ryker before he pursed his lips as if he were in thought, and turned back to the twins. "He isn't consistent enough for me," I shrug. "He can be nasty, and disrespectful, and mean, and he flirts with anything with two X chromosomes—it's too much for me."
"So even if he changes the way he acts with you...?" Ryker begins, leading off because he knew I'd finish his words.
"I may not be able to forget the way he's treated me already," I moved my gaze from him because he was actively searching me right now and I wasn't ready to be probed. "Let's have a real dance," I bite my lip as I see different boys from the team dancing, entertaining strippers, and swaying girls to come back to the hotel room. I truly hope that Carson and Hunter are playing everything out in Hunter's room. I grab onto Ryker's hand, threading our fingers together, and attempt to pull him toward an open area. He doesn't budge. "Come on."
"Sweetheart, I don't want to," he pulls me back toward the bar, making me scrunch up my face.
"Okay," I cross my arms over my chest. "I think you might've needed that drink."
"I don't agree," he mimics my stance.
I narrow my eyes at him, pulling out cash from my bra before slapping it on the bar top. "Four shots of tequila please." I turn around to glare back at Ryker. "You've been stiff the whole time, you need to let loose."
"Dancing with you in the way you want me to isn't going to make me any less stiff, Honey," he replied shortly, causing my eyes to blink rapidly as I thought of a response. Did he just tell me that he's hard?
A bartender sets the shots down in front of me, taking my attention away from a little-too-honest Ryker. I push two of the mini glasses in his direction. "Drink. Now."
He rolled his eyes before knocking back both of the shots with ease, slamming the second glass down on the table before giving me a grin that he wanted to portray as forced. He failed. Content with his behavior, I take his hand again after finishing my shots to lead him to that open space. As the song Headsprung by LL began, Ryker's hands trailed down my sides, the grip was strong but delicate. They stopped at my hips, and he smiled at me before spinning me around so that he could press himself up against me from behind.
My eyes widened as I felt that he was definitely dealing with an erection right now.
"You were serious," my tongue goes dry as I look up at him from over my shoulder.
"Yep," he pulls me back closer, going with my flow as I let loose and rocked my butt back against his hips. "I'm sure you turn plenty of guys on. Both with your mind and your body."
"My mind, huh?" I smirked as one of his hands moved up to my stomach, pushing me better against him so we could grind deeply. I bit my lip, rolling my hips, my hands falling down to his so I could guide them up my body. I was dressed up a bit more than usual, but I didn't want to get sweaty and go crazy with formal-type clothes on. My dress was on the shorter side, as I like my toned legs to be shown off. The dress was black with spaghetti straps. Simple but cute, and I was wearing converse because there was no way in hell I was going to pack heels coming back home.
The guys tended to dress up a little more than I normally see them. Most of them were in button downs with cute jeans and dress shoes. I was thoroughly impressed with the eye candy I got. And all of us walking in at the same time? It was almost movie like. All you saw was little ol' me with a pack of tall, baseball playing men behind me. We got a lot of curious glances, and I could almost see the dollar signs in the strippers' eyes as they figured they would earn a killing tonight.
Too bad they didn't know we were all broke as fuck college kids that may or may not earn hourly pay to be able to afford small things like clothes and alcohol.
"You're smart as hell, Raine." He calls me by my actual name, making me smile. I guided his hands up my body, along the sides of my breasts as I leaned my head back against his chest.
"Thank you," I breathed, feeling content in his hold. The longer we were there, the dirtier our dancing became. Soon, we were basically dry humping, I was well over tipsy now that the alcohol was settling, and I'm sure Ryker wasn't thinking with a straight head either, but somehow, with one glance in Carson's direction, where he had a girl pinned to a wall, I managed to slow.
He was looking at me.
Glancing upward at Ryker, I notice how heavy his breathing was, but he was looking in Carson's direction as well, his lips twitching upward as if he was suppressing a smirk. "You still think he doesn't like you?" Ryker bends down, his fingers trailing over my hip, rubbing over my skin in a sensual manner.
Carson and I kept our eye contact, the girl seemingly pissed at how his eyes weren't on her. Her lips were moving, but not for long because his finger pressed up against them to shush her. He whispered something in her ear before placing a gentle kiss on her cheek and sending her off. All he did next was lean against the wall with one hand in his pocket before engaging with a conversation with Hunter, who was still on the couch his gaze being taken off of a thong covered ass and onto his friend.
"He has a weird way showing it," I narrow my eyes in his direction. "Ryk, does he talk to you about me?"
"Mmm," he ponders his words before allowing his lips to part. "Yeah he does," he leans forward as we both sway. It felt like the ground was slowly shifting beneath us. "You wanna sit?"
"Yeah I'm gonna fall on my face," I giggle, letting him waddle us over to a small, leather couch next to a pole. A pretty girl a little darker than me was wrapped around it, arms and legs looking like they could lock you up something serious if you get trapped in their hold. She swung around the pole upside down, her legs spreading and locking onto the bar in different positions that amazed me before she slid to the ground, and bounced her ass in a way that made my jaw drop.
I was immediately checking my bra for cash as Ryker whistled at her. There were other guys around us watching her with lust in their eyes as she worked the pole like a boss. I walked up to her as she was twerking, piquing my interest, and I pulled back the thong a bit so I could put cash into it. She blew me a kiss, thanking me before grabbing my hands to pull me over to her so she could dance on me.
I squealed, excited as she put my hands on her ass. Her skin was soft and smooth as I felt the plushness, trying not to fall over from all the butt she was giving me. She twerked on me and I hyped her up, giving her cheeks a good squeeze before grinding up against her.
So I could be a little wild when there's alcohol in me. Ryker's face was priceless as I danced with her, trailing my hands over her body as more guys stepped up to join, throwing cash around her as well. After being stunned, Ryker begins to throw money too.
The more I drank, the more risky I got, and I found myself dancing with a crowd of strippers. Some of them were teaching me moves on the floor, and others were just being a joy to dance with. I was successfully sweating, and every guy on the baseball team was watching us all with amusement, as well as the locals from here. One of the girls happened to be an old friend of mine from high school. Cynthia's acrylic nails were digging into my thighs as I rolled my body against her.
"Raine Iris you have really grown up!" She smacks my ass a little too hard, causing me to yelp as I fall forward onto the floor. She rushed to cover me up as I felt a breeze hit my lower half. "Damn, lace is hot on you!"
I laughed, throwing my head back as I felt the dull pain from hitting the floor flare in my knees. "I pull out a little lingerie from time to time," she giggles when I pronounce it as 'leen-gurr-ree'. "Help me up please?"
"I got it," his deep voice made me roll my eyes, but I couldn't help but tingle as his fingers wrapped around my arm, and gently pulled me up to stand. His body shielded mine from the rest of the guys around us as his hand palmed my thighs before dragging my dress back down my body. He snatched me up against him, pulling a gasp from my body as his harsh words filled my ear, "Just what the fuck do you think you're doing?"
Unlike everyone else in the building, his breath didn't smell of alcohol. And for some reason, it was so refreshing. The alcohol in my system, the rough handling, the possessiveness, and the bass of his voice, I nearly moaned.
"I'm having fun," I rasp, fighting against him when he begins to move me away from the crowd. He was going to make me leave! "Hey, let me stay!"
"And let all these men look at you like you're a porterhouse steak?"
"Yes."
"Then you must be high and out your mind," he pushes me forward, though I push back with my hips, my body becoming shocked for the second time tonight as I feel his length pressing up against my butt.
"You're hard, too?" I gape, turning around to see his livid, stormy eyes about to strike me down.
"Too?" He gritted out, immediately looking back at Ryker that was watching him, a wicked smile on his face as he looked at his pissed off friend. He flipped off Ryker before hauling me up, carrying me out of the building as if I was a toddler.
"Put me down," I struggle in his hold, trying to pry my body away from his.
"No."
"Put me down," I assert myself, still attempting to get from his grasp, but all he does is tighten his arms around me.
"Yeah see how far talking to me like that is going to get you," the whole crowd parts like butter with a hot knife to it, making me growl. He needs to put me down before I start biting like the little kid he's bringing out of me.
"What are you doing to do? Beat me?" I taunt back, though he keeps moving until we step into the now chilly outside.
"Don't tempt me," he said lowly, effectively causing a tug to my nerves down below. The thought of Carson spanking me sounded kind of hot, but I wasn't going to be the one to voice that thought aloud.
The next few things happened in a blur because I fell asleep after fighting him when he was practically stuffing me in his car. He was mumbling obscenities the entire time, and it pissed me off. We made it. Before I knew it, we made it to the hotel room, and he was still dragging me along with him.
"Get your hands off of me," I finally broke away from his unrelenting strength, and fell to the carpeted floor inside of the room. As soon as I stood up and got my balance, I stared pointedly in his direction. "I'm so freaking—" I shake my head, pulling at my hair before pointing at him. "I'm so fucking done with you!"
"What are you talking about, Carter?" Carson momentarily looks up to the ceiling like he was trying to compose himself before diving into my problems with him.
"You're so ugh!" I roll my eyes, walking up to him and pushing him backwards. With our strength training we do for baseball, it actually helps me push him a little bit away from me. "One moment you're all over me, complimenting me, acting like you like me and the next you're a bitch!"
He frowns at my choice of words, "I'm the bitch?"
"Well," I look up into his dark eyes, my anger faltering. "You're just never straight up with me. You have sex with me, and then call me a bitch within the next day. You're nice to me, and then you're so freaking cruel—I don't like you right now, Carson Speros."
His lips pull up into a smile that makes me mad because it was such a beautiful smile. "Your eyes look so cute when you're drunk."
I blink. "Did you not hear what I just said?"
"I heard you, Carter, but I'm not having this conversation right now," he begins to unbutton his shirt.
"I don't care. You're going to talk to me," I breathe in sharply when his gorgeous skin reveals itself from beneath his button-down.
"Go to bed, Carter. We'll talk later when you're sober," he pulls his shirt, struggling a bit because it was on the tighter side and he was just so broad. My eyes raked over the tattoos and silky smooth skin lustfully, my mouth becoming wet as the thought of tasting his skin crossed my mind. I quickly shook off the bad, and decided to be a help.
I walked over to the slightly struggling man and helped him pull off his shirt, my heart beating out of my chest as my hands connected to his shoulders. He arched a brow as he looked down at me, slightly confused, but his lips parted as my hands pushed the fabric down and over his arms.
My hands glide over his warm skin, feeling the hardness of the muscle in his arms. He let out a huff of air when I lost balance a bit, gripping onto his sides for stability. My hands drifted to his abs...his really defined abdomen. My gaze traveled down the line of hair starting from beneath his belly button and disappearing down his jeans. I bite my lip before shaking out of it, pulling his shirt off of his body completely.
When I went to step back, he held my hand, keeping me there, just looking into my eyes with his grey ones, his pupils dilated. His hand was covering mine when he trailed them down to his belt buckle, and whispered, "Finish what you started."
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It's been almost a month since I updated. Yikes, I sowwy. It went by fast...
See you soon ;)
Hopefully.
*Four days after publishing*
^i realized i didn't change the words that were in all caps. I have a weird method of italicizing things and I think this is the first time I forgot to change the capitalized words into italics. Whoopsies, I sowwy. It's been fixed.