The music was loud and the girls on the dance floor were really going at it.. “Give me three more!” I yelled at the bartender. I was nearly hammered. I wanted to drown out the dumbass argument I’d just had with Deed. He was pissed I didn’t want to stay in the VIP room with him. I mean, why the fuck would I? It was boring in there. I get he wanted me to be his wingman and all, but he needed to open up some. He needed to let loose a little bit.
“Gage, you’re so sexy,” Penelope said. She clung to my waist and used her other hand to glide it down my chest. I smiled down at her. I could tell she was drunk. Her eyes were glazed over and low.
I shrugged. She giggled and the bartender slid our shots to us. I heard Eliza was coming, and for some odd reason I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Even while I was with Penelope, it wasn’t working. Although I didn’t really like dealing with Penelope, she was good for being a distraction. I’d never let a girl get to me the way Eliza did. And what made it worse was seeing her walking through the front door of the club.
She looked hot as fuck. Her platinum hair was down and stopped at her chest. Her makeup was done and she wore a tight silver dress that revealed more skin than I’d ever seen on a woman. She looked fucking hot… and I think for a moment I was drooling.
“Gage?” Penelope called. Snapping my gaze on her, I clamped my mouth shut and forced a smile. “I’m gonna go run to the ladies room. I’ll be right back.” She leaned up to kiss my cheek and I nodded, pressing my lips. As soon as she was gone I looked up to find Eliza but she was no longer by the door. I scanned the club, peered over the bouncing bodies and flailing arms until I spotted her. She was standing at the bar with Montana who’d just draped his arm across her shoulder. Seeing his arm sort of ticked me off. She would never let me touch her like that but with Montana she didn’t have a problem with it. I watched as he led her to the VIP room and the guards let them in.
It brought relief to my conscience when I saw Montana step out of the room moments later. He made his way to the middle of the dance floor, hooking his arm around a few girls along the way.
Taking a deep breath and wiping myself down, I started toward the VIP room. Of course the girls tried getting my attention. To their dismay it wasn’t working. I felt it was necessary to go bother Ellie. I called dibs and all the boys knew it. If anyone was flirting or messing around with her it was gonna be me.
As I stepped into the room, Ellie was standing in front of the door. I could smell her. She smelled sweet like vanilla and honey. I had the urge to touch her, just to see what kind of reaction I would get. If I got a smile, I knew I could score something from her. If I got a frown, I knew I was going to have to put some work into it. She wasn’t an easy one to deal with. And for some reason that ticked me off. I never had to work hard to catch agirl’s attention before. Never.
She spun around and I smiled down at her. To my luck, she returned the a faint one. “What brings you here? You don’t seem like the kind of girl who likes to get down and party?” I asked.
She was hesitant as she spoke. “I… uh… yeah… this isn’t what I was up for tonight.”
I narrowed my eyes at her, confused.
“Ben forced me to come out,” she explained. “I’m not really a party person.”
Of course she wasn’t. She didn’t even look like she belonged here. “Well maybe we can change that for tonight?”
“We can start with a drink.” I lifted my hand and gestured to the table in the middle. “We have beer, margaritas… or if you like the hard stuff, some whiskey, tequila, and vodka.”
Her face was solemn. “I don’t drink,” she mumbled.
Never heard that shit come out of anyone’s mouth before. “Damn. Sucks. You should definitely make an exception.” I had to make her feel comfortable a little and I also knew a few drinks would get her to open up. I leaned in but she took a step back, obviously letting her nerves get the best of her. She tore her gaze away from mine and looked at the table.
In a matter of seconds she asked me, “What would you have?”
Grinning, I pressed my hand against the small of her back and if I weren’t mistaken I felt her shiver. It felt sort of… cool to touch her. Sort of… okay. I was surprised she was letting me. I led the way toward the table and grabbed a shot glass of vodka.
“It’s not about me,” I said, responding to her question. “For you, I suggest a shot of vodka.” I handed the glass to her and she took it without hesitation. “That is, if you’re really looking for fun.” I was trying to be cool about it. I was running game, that’s for sure, but I also wanted her tipsy… or drunk. Whatever got her to open up. I grabbed another shot glass for myself and watched the relief wash over her face. “Let’s see. What should we make a toast to?”
“Um… for a rockin’ tour?” she responded. She winced and I couldn’t help smiling. It was pretty corny, but it was cute. She tried.
“That could work,” I said. “We could also give it up to getting acquainted, becoming great friends, and for two months full of diehard fun?”
Maybe I was crossing the line there. I don’t know. She made it clear she wasn’t very interested in me before. I guess she didn’t like when I flaunted around her. It was best to take a new approach. I couldn’t just go in for the kill and attack like a lion. I had to be graceful and majestic… sort of like an eagle catching it’s prey. To my surprise she giggled and looked at me beneath her eyelashes. Damn she was hot. “That sounds great.”
“All right, to a rockin’ tour… and all that other shit I said before.” I smiled, our glasses clinked, and then we swallowed them down. Shit seemed to flip as she finished hers off. Her eyes expanded and she hissed through her teeth. I tilted my head, confused as to what the hell was going on with her. With wide eyes, she looked from me to the table and picked up one of the glasses of water. She took deep gulps and when I figured out what her problem was, I burst out laughing. Yeah, this was definitely her first time drinking. I remembered that feeling. The burning sensation of strong alcohol coursing down your throat with nothing to soothe it with after. I was used to it now, though. To me drinking alcohol was just like drinking water.
“You’ve got an amateur on your hands!” Deed yelled while laughing. “Sure about this one, Gage?”
I whipped my head to look at him, scowling only a little. He narrowed his eyes, obviously still mad I didn’t want to hang with him in the VIP room. Bentley wasn’t here. Therefore it wasn’t necessary for us to hang out together the whole time.
I looked at Eliza as she placed her glass down and gasped. “Why is it so strong?”
I couldn’t help the laugh. “How else will you feel it?”
Shrugging, she placed her shot glass down. This girl really was hot. And I was sure she didn’t know it. She was flawless. Breasts perky and full. Legs long and slender. I wanted those creamy legs wrapped around my waist. I wanted to kiss each one of her breasts, get a taste of what was between her legs. Anything. Why was I feeling like this with her? I don’t know. It was new. Really new. I wasn’t sure why I was striving to capture her attention so much. “Have you ever danced before?” I asked as she looked at me again.
Before she could respond, the door swung open and I glanced over my shoulder. At the sight of Penelope I rolled my eyes. Great. Just fucking great. She met at my side, wrapped her arm around my waist, and eyed Eliza. Penelope was the jealous type. She always wanted to make it known we had something going on. We weren’t dating. Just seeing each other. Whenever she was around, we’d mess around but it wasn’t anything serious. She wanted serious. I didn’t.
I could tell Eliza’s mood had been ruined. Her face stiffened and she stepped back, looking Penelope over at least twice before looking at me and reaching for another shot glass.
“Who’s your friend?” Penelope asked.
“This,” I said, pulling her in a little, “is Ellie.”
“Eliza,” she corrected.
My eyes expanded a little. Did I offend her? “Eliza,” I whispered. “Smith.”
“Oh. Nice to meet you, Eliza,” Penelope said. “I’m Penelope Binds, Gage’s girlfriend.”
Ugh. She was not my fucking girlfriend.
“Nice to meet you,” Eliza murmured, reaching a hand out to her. This shocked me a little. It didn’t seem to bother her one bit. And for some reason that pissed me off. Maybe she wasn’t interested in me.
“Gage, I wanna dance,” Penelope whined, poking out her bottom lip.
“Let’s go, then. Oh, and Ellie,” Gage called. She raised her eyebrows at me. “Have fun tonight.” I winked, taking Penelope’s hand in mine. Nothing I did ever got to her. Nothing. What the fuck? As we stepped out the door, girls squealed and rushed our way but the guards held them back. I wasn’t worried about them. I couldn’t get Ellie out of my damn head. What did I have to do to get this girls attention? Send Penelope home after one dance? Yeah. That’s what I was going to do.
A quick remix came on and Penelope and I danced, but I wasn’t feeling it. Not with her. To be honest I wanted to dance with Eliza. I wanted to feel her on me somehow. I wanted her ass planted between my legs, her arms around my neck. I wanted to feel her skin on mine, breathe her in. Was that too much to ask for? Shit.
“Penelope, I’m leaving in a little,” I said, dragging her to the bar and away from the dance floor.
She looked at me, confused. “You aren’t going to invite me to the bus?”
I shook my head, sighing. “Not tonight. You know we have to focus.” That was bullshit. I just didn’t want her around me.
“Oh.” She chewed on her bottom lip. “Well, I’ll call my driver.” Of course she wasn’t going to leave without a taste of me. She crushed my lips with hers, hooking her arms around my neck and moaning. I couldn’t kiss her back. I honestly never did. It was never right. “I’ll see you soon.” Kissing my cheek, she turned on her heels and danced her way to the door. She was doing it for attention. She wanted me to watch her dance—to call her back to me.
Moments later and Eliza was stepping out the VIP room with Deed. She had her hand in his and seeing it caused a frown to take hold of my features. They pushed through the crowd and I watched them. As he spun her around and glued his hand to her waist, I bit into my bottom lip. What made it worse was the fact that she didn’t pull away. I was sure with me she would’ve made any excuse not to be near me, but with Deed she was actually going through with it.
I watched as he whispered into her ear and she smiled. The back of her head was resting on his shoulder and his hands were roaming her body. He was doing all the shit I wanted to do to her. He knew I called dibs. He knew I fucking wanted her!
I couldn’t let it go on any longer. I was never a cock-blocker but with her, I had to cut in. He knew the rules. Once someone called dibs, you couldn’t fuck with the girl. I would’ve never done that shit to him.
Pushing through the crowd was tough with all the girls screaming and grabbing onto me, but I made do. I felt a few kisses on random places of my body like my arms, hands, my neck, and even my cheek, but I wasn’t stopping. A few had even grabbed me but I shrugged out of it. It was pretty easy since they were drunk.
I stopped less than a foot away from Eliza and Deed dancing and continued my frown. “Deed, what the fuck?” I yelled over the music. Eliza’s eyelids fluttered open and Deed’s eyes widened as he looked at me. There was a smile on his lips, proving he knew exactly what the fuck he was doing. “Having fun?” I asked her.
“Yeah, I am, actually,” she said. She sounded pretty serious.
Deed pulled away from her, chuckling as he stepped to her side and slung an arm across her shoulders. She winced from his aggressiveness and he eased up a tad. What the hell was he trying to do? Why was he bringing her into it? What was going on between us was between us. There was no need to cause unnecessary drama. “Ellie and I are just having some fun, Gage. Don’t be a cock-blocker.” He was gloating. Fucking dick.
I had to keep my cool. Sighing, I said, “Don’t call her Ellie, Deed. You didn’t come up with that.”
“But you were right,” Deed said, smirking. “It fits her more.”
All right. He was really pissing me the fuck off. My jaw locked and I thought about saying something to really piss him off but when I met Eliza’s confused gaze I held off. “I think I’ll be stealing her away from you now,” I said as calmly as I could. Deed was pissed for sure, but what the fuck did I care? He knew how it went. I called dibs, she was mine. Nothing was going to change about that. He stared at me for just a moment but pulled away instantly and walked up to me. The look he was giving me said it all. He. Was. Pissed. The. Fuck. Off. He bumped into my shoulder and stalked off, but I couldn’t fight my urge to smile. I won. It’s all that mattered.
I looked back at Eliza who was confused about the whole situation. Her eyebrows were stitched and her eyes were narrowed. I was sure she wanted an explanation but I wasn’t up for it. Grabbing her hand, I spun her around. She didn’t pull away like I thought she would. My drink plan worked. She was loosening up. A smile took over my face as her back hit my chest. I wrapped my fingers around her chest and I held her at her middle. A moan escaped her and I inhaled.
“You’re a true lightweight,” I murmured in her ear. She moaned again as I rocked my cock against her. “Benny told me to watch over you tonight. I wasn’t supposed to tell you I’m your undercover babysitter, but Deed… He isn’t the kind of person you wanna get involved with. He carries more weight than you could probably handle.” I wasn’t her babysitter… but I called dibs and I was the one who got her to drink. It was necessary to take some responsibility over her. But about Deed… that was true. She didn’t want to get involved with his shit.
“Oh,” was all she said, but she was still moving. Still glued to me.
“I think I’d be better at dancing against you tonight anyway,” I whispered again. My lips were on her ear and she shivered again. I loved when she shivered. It meant she was feeling something. I think I was turning her on. Shit, she was turning me on. With her hips buried into me, I couldn’t control it. My cock was twitching the more she moved her ass. I was sure she could feel it all. I wanted her to feel it. I wanted her to know I was into her. My teeth grazed her earlobe and she shuddered again.
“Why are you flirting and dancing with me when you have Penelope?” she breathed out.
I didn’t know what to say on that one. To be honest I didn’t have anyone. I didn’t give a fuck about Penelope but I realized with her asking about me and Penelope she was obviously thinking about me. Was she jealous? I had to know.
I continued working my magic, inching my fingers up. She was getting comfortable with me. I knew because the back of her head was now resting on my shoulder. I moved my hands up more, getting closer and closer to her breasts. I could hear her moaning. Her body was reacting positively to my touch. Instead of touching her breasts, I skipped over them and pulled her hair away from her shoulders, my lips hovering over her neck, my breath tickling her skin. I wanted her to beg for more with her body. I wanted her to say she wanted me to touch her.
Not only was she getting turned on, but my pants were growing tighter. I was getting harder and harder, feeling my cock poking her ass. The more she danced it was harder to control myself. I grunted as she buried her hips deeper and locked her arms around my neck. Shit… she was good. Really good. It didn’t seem like this was her first time on a dance floor.
“Penelope’s gone,” I finally murmured. I still needed to know if she was jealous.
But I think I hit the wrong button with her because she stopped dancing instantly. “So you come to me when she can’t see you.” She spun around and a smile took over my face. Yeah, she was jealous. I just proved it. Jealousy was cute on her.
“I’m only taking care of you, Ellie,” I said, smirking. I needed to stop. I knew she was really getting pissed. But I couldn’t help it. I loved the reaction I was getting out of her. Any reaction from her was good. It meant she cared a little… that she wanted something from me. That she was interested.
“I’m twenty-one. I don’t need a babysitter, Gage,” she snapped.
“In here you do.” I looked around and she looked with me. A few men were staring straight at her ass. They knew not to touch her with the security guards around, but it didn’t mean they wouldn’t try when the guards got occupied. She rolled her eyes with disgust and stormed past me. She grabbed the handle of the door for the VIP room and dropped down on one of the cushions. I couldn’t let her stay mad. It was wrong of me to smile, but I was pretty drunk and when I’m drunk I really can’t help some of the shit I say or do.
I headed into the VIP room and sat beside her. “I must have upset you,” I said.
She moved away from me. “I’m fine.”
“I thought you didn’t do the party and club thing?” She looked at me rapidly.
“But you were dancing against Deed like a pro. That’s saying a little something.”
“Trust me, that’s new to me. I’m sure it won’t happen again.”
“It can happen,” I said, sliding in closer. “Just not with Deed—or anyone like him.”
“So you’re telling me what to do now?”
I held back on a laugh. “No.” I slid in even closer.
“Well, then I can dance with whomever I like.”
I ignored her statement. Her breaths were getting heavier the closer I moved in. She couldn’t resist me. I was glad I figured that out. She had some kind of interest in me. “Did you enjoy dancing with me, Ellie?” I murmured. Reaching down, I touched her thigh and her legs locked around my hand. Ah, there it is. I broke her stubborn shell.
“The question is did you enjoy it?” she breathed.
Laughing, I pulled my hand away to rest my arm on top of the couch.
“I know you felt that. I enjoyed it more than you think.”
She burst out laughing. “Why?”
Was she serious? I’m pretty sure I was making it obvious that I wanted her. “Did I not mention before that I find you hot? Sexy? Getting a dance from you was one of the many things I wanted from my ‘what I’d like from Ellie’ list.”
“You have a list? What are the others?” she tempted.
“I’m sure if I were to mention the others, we wouldn’t be sitting here right now. In fact, a bed and handcuffs would most likely be involved.”
“Handcuffs?” she laughed.
I shook my head, frowning a little. “You find that humorous?”
“Don’t tempt me, Ellie.” I sighed, sitting up a little. “All I need is your word and those handcuffs will be put to use one day.” I pulled one of the oldest, most charming cards in the stack. Tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear. Her breath hitched but when I used my other hand to run it across her thigh, she stifled a moan. “All I need is for you to say yes, and I swear you won’t forget how good I made you feel,” I added.
I couldn’t believe she was letting me get this close. She didn’t seem like the type to let anyone get near her delicate areas. It was apparent those drinks were doing something to her. She looked down, but I tilted her chin up with my finger. Her icy eyes locked with mine and we stared at one another. I wanted to kiss her, and I could tell she wanted to kiss me. Her chest was leaning into mine, her lips were parted. Her body was craving… begging. This girl was too innocent. In fact, I think I knew exactly why she was so hesitant about a lot of things—why she’d never drank or danced before.
“The only thing is…” I whispered against her lips. “…I’m not sure if a virgin would be able to handle me.”
Finally she blinked and knowing what was coming, I pulled my hand away. “How do you know I’m a virgin?” she asked.
“It’s obvious.” I shrugged. “You don’t drink. You’ve never danced on a dance floor before tonight. Signs of a virgin right there.”
“I could just be an undercover freak. I could’ve been lying just to get you stick around.”
Now that… that made me laugh. “You’re funny, Ellie. Adorable. It’s part of the reason I shouldn’t mess around with you too much.”
She narrowed her eyes at me. “Why shouldn’t you?”
I tilted my head and pressed my lips. How the hell was I supposed to respond to that without making it known that I found her more interesting than I’d ever found any girl? How was I supposed to respond without telling her I wanted a part of her… anywhere? I didn’t want to sound like a wimp… a corny-ass lover boy. I couldn’t get her caught up with me. Not after knowing she pocketed the V-card.
To my luck, the glass door swung open and in came Montana and Roy. “Gage, you’re missing it. Chicks are revealing tits and shit out there, man!” Montana yelled, reaching for a glass of Jack Daniels. Montana downed his drink and as he slammed down his glass, his face pinched a little. “Good shit.” He sighed. “Come on, Gage. I need a wingman. Roy’s acting all bummed out and shit.”
I looked from Montana, who was making his way toward the door, to Eliza again. “You’ll be okay in here, right?” I knew she wasn’t. She seemed sort of iffy about being here in general. As she took a look around, she shrugged and folded her fingers. “Uh, yeah,” she said quickly. “I think I’m just going to call Ben and tell him to call a ride for me or something. I’m kinda tired.”
Standing, I nodded and walked backward toward the door. “Great idea.” I had to get the fuck away. I was glad we were interrupted. Something was happening between us… something that was most likely going to turn out badly. I couldn’t tell her how I really felt. Feelings always got me fucked up. Feelings always took me down the wrong path. I admit I did want to bone that girl, to take her back to the tour bus and keep her there all night, but I was afraid of the outcome. After all that would’ve happened, I would’ve had to stay true to her. She was a virgin. And I was taught to avoid virgins unless she’s what I really wanted. I couldn’t just brush her off after fucking her. It would’ve been wrong of me. I didn’t need the guilt. I couldn’t take away her innocence. I wasn’t about to become that guy.
“Come on, Gage! The ladies are getting antsy!” Montana yelled.
I held back on a sigh and winked before turning around and dashing out the door.
Montana found us a few hot girls and I tried doing all I could to get rid of what I really wanted out of Ellie. Anything. I had two girls at one time at one point. I had them touching me everywhere. I wanted anything to distract myself from her.
Ten minutes later and I saw Eliza stepping out the VIP room.
As she saw me, I only had one girl dancing with me. It caught me off guard when the girl turned around and kissed me. I caught Eliza staring from a distance so I wrapped my arms around the girl’s waist and pulled her in closer. It was best to get her to forget about me a little… to lose interest. I didn’t want her wanting me to take something that valuable away from her. I couldn’t afford it—shit, I was afraid of it. She was a virgin and I was… me. I couldn’t screw her over like the other girls. At least with the other girls they were known as whores… sluts. I made a promise to someone a long time ago. I had to stick to it.
The girl pulled away, giggling, and I forced a laugh before turning her around to start dancing with her again. I smacked her ass a few times before bending her over to see more butt than anything else. I looked up and caught Eliza’s eye and seeing how pissed she was brought relief. She wouldn’t look away, though, and I couldn’t. She was still walking to the exit, but staring in my direction—at me. I knew in order to get her to look away… to forget whatever she felt with me before I had to bring out my arrogance. I had to piss her off—get under her skin. I winked, blew a kiss at her, and smiled, and with that she rolled her eyes and stormed off.
I admit it was pretty fucked up. And as time passed I thought about it more and more. How could I have some part of this girl without taking her virginity—oh, that’s right! I couldn’t. There was no way. Not with me being on the go. Eliza was a good girl, but I was afraid of settling down. Settling down wasn’t even in my nature. I was usually the one who fucked and then left—or kicked them out. It was always this way. Shit couldn’t change for me because I wanted one girl.
I had to get out of the club. I told Montana I was heading back to the tour bus. He was confused about it but he didn’t bother talking on it. I caught a ride, arrived at the tour bus and headed in, but not without taking a look at Eliza’s window. Her light was on, and I wasn’t sure how she was feeling but by how she left I was sure she was pissed. She needed to be pissed. Someone like me didn’t deserve to get real with her. A part of me wanted to change one day… but it wasn’t this day. I wasn’t ready for all of that yet. I knew with her around it was going to be hard to stay away—hard not to mess around too much—but I had to make do.
As I lay on my back in the dark with my eyes wide open, I hated that I couldn’t get her out of my head. The way she moaned when I touched her. The way she looked at me beneath her eyelashes. The way she licked her lips or even how she buried her hips into me, turning me on and making my dick harder than a rock. Her look of disgust was what got to me most. I hated that look. Usually I would brush it off but with her it was hard to do.
Fuck… with her on this tour shit was going to get tough. And I didn’t know if I was prepared for any of it. I guess I had to be someone I didn’t want to be to keep her disgusted with me. The more disgusted she was, the better. The more she avoided me, the better. Her virginity was safe as long as she couldn’t stand me… and I could deal with that.