18. Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Seventeen

" H oly shit!" Meg throws herself into my arms the second I step through the side door. "That was incredible! You should have seen Wyatt's face when he came back." Grabbing my hands, she tugs me towards the dance floor. Huxley is standing off to the side, his arms crossed over his chest. Upon seeing me, his whole demeanor changes, a warm smile growing on his face. I feel that warmth spread through my chest as we pass.

"Was he pissed?" I ask once we've found a small space to declare as ours. Meg throws her head back and cackles.

"He was furious!" She sways slightly so I grab her elbows.

"Fuck, how much did you drink while I was gone?" I half-chastise. My smile ruins the sternness I try to push through my voice. Meg moves closer, winding her arm around my waist.

"There may or may not have been a stag-do doing body shots across one of the tables. I managed to knock a fair few back before your guard dog came and found me." Glancing over my shoulder at Huxley, I find him staring directly at me. His blond waves catch the purple light, which also makes his white shirt seemingly transparent. I swiftly look away.

"So, have you picked one yet?" Meg leans into me, using my body as an aid to help her dance without falling over. I sway with her, raising an eyebrow in question. "Oh, don't look at me like that. They're all lusting over you like a piece of meat. I couldn't get any of their attention while you were gone, and trust me, I tried."

"Of course you did," I laugh. "But they're not all lusting after me." My point sounds weak but it's true. Wyatt was sitting at that table and he hates my guts. Meg looks at me knowingly and bops my nose. I'm happy to let the conversation drop, dancing until my feet are throbbing. My hair has fully fallen free of its pins and my arms ache from holding up Meg.

"Come on, time for some water." Half-dragging her through the crowd, she protests that there's water in beer. Huxley meets us at the edge of the floor, swooping Meg into his arms like a feather. I hold his bicep, for a reason I can't determine. The stairs up to the VIP balcony are a mission as my heels drag but finally, I throw myself into the booth beside Axel. Huxley takes Meg elsewhere, but I'm not worried. For some inexplicable reason, I trust him.

"Having fun?" Axel asks. I toss my head back against the cushion and nod. It just occurred to me that I'll have to head all the way back down those stairs and through the club to make our way home. The thought has my limbs going weak. Garrett appears from nowhere, nudging into my other side.

"Don't react. We don't want to give him any more of a reason to hate you." His voice is in my ear, then he's gone.

"Don't react to w-" I start but Axel hushes me. Rolling my head, I look beyond him to see Wyatt at the bar with Dax. His body is angled towards me and though I can't see his eyes from here, I feel his gaze. It spears through my chest. The zip at the base of my dress is suddenly opened to my stomach. I gasp at Garrett throwing my thigh over his shoulder beneath the table. "Wait, what the fuck?!" Attempting to push at Garrett's shoulders, he stills and looks up at me from the shadows.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asks, echoing the night he pulled me into the garage and let Huxley go to town on my pussy. I clench at the memory, biting down on my lip as I gingerly shake my head. His smile is reassurance enough. Garrett doesn't waste a second, pushing his face into the apex of my thighs. He inhales, groaning.

"Fuck, you're so sweet," he mutters. Drawing my thong into his mouth, he sucks hard, his nose against my clit. I'm on fire, about to tense up when Axel grabs my other thigh and drapes it over his leg. His smile is lazy, as are his fingers against my skin. From knee to hip, he traces a pattern with delicate fingers until they trace my underwear. Gripping my thong strap in both hands, Axel snaps and peels it away, giving Garrett full, unrestricted access.

"Did you bring your vibrator with you tonight?" Axel asks with a small laugh. I melt into his side, moaning against his shirt. Garrett buries his face into my pussy, eating me like a man starved. His tongue dips inside my opening, his groans vibrating through my center. Licking intently, he moves to my clit, taking it into his mouth and sucking hard. Across the table, Huxley sits on one of the stools and braces his hands on the table. I shoot upright, tugging at my dress in an effort to cover my decency. All three of them laugh.

"Oh, please do continue." Locking his fingers, he leans his elbows on the table. Those chocolate brown eyes which watched me so carefully on the dance floor bore into me, his attention undeterred when Axel lowers the top zip on my dress. My black bra with lace trim is revealed to all watching. A blush skates across my skin but as Garrett's fingers enter me, I can't bring myself to care. My back arches, the flicks of his tongue too much to resist any more. Pushing my fingers into his long, brown hair, I grip his head and drag him impossibly closer.

"That's it, little Swan," Axel murmurs into my ear. His hand dips into my bra, rolling my nipple in his fingers. I grind into Garrett's face. "Don't let him breathe. Suffocate him with your glistening pussy." I gasp at Garrett's increased eagerness, his fingers creating a punishing rhythm inside of me. My skin is tight, my clothes suddenly too restricting. I buck and moan until Axel's hand slaps over my mouth. He silences my muffles but increases his pinching on my nipple. I'm laid back, a mess of sensations for Huxley to witness.

My orgasm builds in a rush of ecstasy I can't tamper. Between the low lights and the pounding of the music, between Garrett's licking and sucking and Axel's tormenting touch, there's no denying me now. I roll my hips, meeting Garrett's thrusts, my nails scraping against his scalp.

"You've got company," Huxley warns in a low voice. I barely hear it, fighting to glance sidewards. To the left, a pair are nearing. Collared shirts, flexing muscles. I shake my head against Axel's hand, my voice muffled. Garrett speeds up, adding a third finger and twisting with each thrust. I'm soaking wet, my juice glistening across his mouth as he finds my clit once more. He sucks so hard, I'm a goner.

Dax and Wyatt reach the edge of the table as Axel withdraws his hands, feigning innocence too late. A strangled moan escapes me, penetrating the club. It happens in slow motion and I'm heedless to stop it. Like a freight train heading directly for me, yet I'm frozen in place, forced to watch it approach with no way to avoid the impact. Wyatt's mouth drops, his eyes wide. The most intense orgasm crashes through me, causing stars to burst behind my eyes.

I don't hear myself moaning, or feel how I writhe until Garrett's pumping fingers slow. Gasping, I vaguely feel my legs being put back in front of me and the zips on my dress fixed back into place. When I crack my eyelids, Wyatt is all I see. His face is red, his eyes filled with a new level of fury. His nostrils flare as he grapples for a hold on himself, his throat bobbing a few times.

"I think it's time we left." He states coldly. Shame washes over me. I can hardly draw myself upright from the puddle I've wriggled down into. Garrett pops up on the other side of the table, wiping his mouth with his hand.

"Ooooh, can we hit the drive-thru on the way? I'm starving." He slings his arm over Wyatt's shoulder. The air around the table is thick with tension, everyone waiting to see how Wyatt will react. Instead of a huge show of aggression like I was expecting, he simply shrugs off Garrett's arm and walks away .

"Until next time," Huxley smirks and winks, pushing himself upright. Dax looks at me awkwardly, shifting his feet but ultimately, follows his master. Axel starts to move across the booth and despite knowing this was all one big game, my chest aches the most at his rejection. At the edge of the seat, he pauses and looks back.

"You coming?"

"Me?" I frown. I realize dully that Huxley left in the opposite direction to the others, until he reappears with Meg passed out in his arms. Axel reaches back for my hand, tugging me along behind him. Standing, he winds his arms around my waist and gives me a strange, yet open smile.

"Well yeah," he chuckles. "I'm not going to leave you here half-sated, looking for a stranger to finish you off." I can't even fathom a response as I'm whisked away beneath Axel's arm and left thinking, what the hell just happened?