Chapter Eighteen - Payback

Brandon

We were at the nightclub, and I have never felt as fucking sexual frustrated as I do right now. It is torturous. I swear to God, the second I get Skyla alone, she is going to regret everything she has put me through tonight. Once I finish with her, she won’t be able to walk right for a damn week, but I honestly believe that is what she wants, so I will play along for now.

However, seeing her having fun and being more confident is nice.

“Babe, will you come dance with me?” she asks, resting her hand on my knee.

“Sorry, angel, I don’t dance and definitely not like the way people are dancing in the club,” I reply.

She pouts at me, “Please?”

I chuckle, shaking my head, “It doesn’t matter how much you pout at me or give me your puppy dog eyes; it won’t work because I don’t dance.” I kiss her softly.

“Fine! You are no fun,” she says, huffing and turning her attention to Kelsey, “Will you come dance with me?” she asks.

“Hell yeah!” Kelsey grins.

The girls took their shots and disappeared towards the dancefloor. I move my position so I can see Skyla and keep an eye out for any jackasses trying to dance with her. I rest back on my chair, watching.

The girls stay close and start dancing along to the beat of the music. I lick my lips as Skyla sways her hips and shakes her ass. She looks damn sexy out there. She must have felt me watching because she made eye contact with me, and her dancing became rather seductive. The way she is moving her body, running her hands over her body.

I groan, shifting in my seat, my cock throbbing in my jeans. A sexy smirk grows on her lips. She knows exactly what she is doing. Skyla is punishing me for not dancing with her. She is a little cock tease, but my little cock tease, so I don’t mind.

I take a sip from my glass, not taking my eyes off her. And then I see it, a few guys approaching the girls.

“Yeah, not fucking happening,” I hiss, slamming my glass down on the table.

I quickly got to my feet, pushing my way through the crowd, reaching the girls in no time, “Don’t even fucking think about it. Back the hell off.” I warn the guys before they have a chance to get anywhere close to Skyla.

They soon back off, and I fling myself around to my girl. She has her hand on her hip, her brow raised at me.

“Can I help you?” a cheeky smile grows on her lips.

I grab her, pulling her roughly to my chest, “Yes. No fucking other man is getting anywhere near you.” I growl.

“We wouldn’t be having that issue if you came and danced with me,” she teases.

My jaw clenches, and I crash my lips to hers, kissing her roughly. My way of showing all those stupid boys she is mine, and they need to stay the fuck away from her. She moans into my lips, slipping her arms around my neck.
When we part, she bites on her lower lip and begins to move her body against mine, “Are you sure you don’t want to dance with me, baby boy?” she purrs.

Kelsey leaves us alone, heading back to the table. I turn Skyla around, her back to my front, and I start moving against her. She moans, grinding her ass against me, reaching up and slipping her arm around me.

I place my hand at her throat, causing her to gasp. I rest my lips at her ear, “Mine.” I demand, and our bodies move perfectly together.

“Yes, yours,” she breathed out.

What happened to me not dancing? This damn woman turns me weak and stupid; I swear. Elsie turns to face me and starts rolling her hips against me, brushing all up on my cock, which is nearly standing at full attention. I close my eyes, groaning loudly.

Her warm breath falls at my ear, and she runs her hand down my chest, “I think you should take me somewhere and fuck me, Brandon, anywhere, I don’t care where.” she rasps in my ear.

I wanted to, so fucking badly, but I think it is time for some sweet revenge. I grab her face roughly, causing her to whimper and claim her lips with mine. I run my hand up between her thighs, under her dress and brush my fingers over her folds and clit. She moans loudly, her hips jerking into me. I circle her clit with my fingers, one, two, three times, and it is enough to nearly make her legs buckle from under her, but I pull my hand away and my lips.

She opens her eyes, “Brandon.” She whines.

I smirk, taking a step back from her.

“You can wait until later, angel, because I know how much you want it right now, but after your little games all night, you aren’t getting it. Call it payback, sweetness.” I wink and walk away, leaving her a hot mess in the middle of the dancefloor.

I can’t help but be smug as I do, heading to the bathroom to readjust myself before joining everyone back at the table.

Once I sort myself and head back to the table, Elsie is in the corner, sulking. Her eyes meet mine, and she glares at me. I chuckle loudly, sitting next to her. I place my hand on her knee, but she quickly swats it away.

“You are in the bad books, jackass.” She pouts.

I laugh, “If you say so, kitten. Maybe it will teach you to behave.”

“Screw you! I will behave, so much so, I will go home tonight, and you won’t bet getting any of this,” she replies slyly, crossing her legs over and diverting her attention away from me.

I scoot in closer to her, not wanting anyone else to hear what I plan on saying to her.

“Sure thing, baby girl. Let’s see if you are saying the same thing when our night comes to an end. I know how much you crave me. You won’t last. The second we are out of here, you will be dragging me home and begging me to fuck you.”

“We will see, won’t we, babe?” she responds confidently.

“I will win, sweetheart. I always do.”

Elsie rolls her eyes at me, downing her drink. I don’t know what she is pouting for because she knows I will make it up to her when we get back to mine multiple times.