9. Callie

Changing from a bar to a nightclub was the right call.

Nothing could distract better than the pounding base of loud music, the sea of people all caught up in the flow of things, and the sharp tang that followed each bite of alcohol.

It wasn’t my usual haunt when I still had work the next day but given everything that happened today, it was just what I needed. Having Kane with us was a strange twist. Despite the initial awkwardness, things loosened up really quickly. It helped that the bouncer let us into the nightclub with just a glance at Kane. Never had we gotten through a line that fast and Bianca plastered a grateful kiss to Kane’s cheek before she vanished toward the bar.

“I’m sorry if you had plans tonight,” I called over the swell of the music. “If you need an excuse to escape then just let me know.”

“Actually,” Kane said as he led the way through the crowd while keeping his body angled toward me. “I had no plans. I just finished up a business meeting and usually I like to walk through the city after that.”

“And now you’re here?” I grinned up at him. “Bit of a difference.”

“I like the people of the city, the life, and the energy. It’s the same here as it is out there so I see no difference.”

“Alright, but I don’t want Sawyer calling me because you signed on the wrong line with a hangover tomorrow.”

“Noted!” Kane’s hand moved to the small of my back as he guided me through the last thick fringes of the crowd to the bar, where Bianca was already in the arms of an attractive man. I tapped her shoulder, our signal to let her know I was here without disturbing her as she snogged the face of the man she had found.

“Well,” I smiled and leaned against the bar, ignoring how sticky the surface was. “Looks like you’re saving me from flying solo.”

“See?” Kane nudged his shoulder into mine. “The real reason I’m here.”

“Thanks.”

“So, what are you drinking?”

There was something so captivating about Kane’s eyes that I held his gaze for a few moments before requesting a cocktail. Just like with the bouncer at the door, he was served quickly and my strawberry cocktail tasted so fresh that it was hard to believe they hadn’t gone and picked strawberries for him right then and there.

“Good?” Kane called to me over the music, his dark eyes twinkling in the overhead neon beams.

“So good,” I called back. “I need to bring you with me more often if this is how fast you get served.”

“Wouldn’t that be fun?” Kane’s smile turned a little sultry and he winked at me, sending a skittering of warmth down my arms and legs.

Fuck.

I was weak for intensely attractive men it seemed.

After we finished our first drinks, I dragged Kane to the dance floor but remained close to the bar so I could keep an eye on Bianca. For an older man, Kane had some amazing moves tucked behind that silk shirt of his. While we started dancing with distance between us, that slowly faded as the night wore on.

Two drinks became three, and we both loosened up. Dancing apart became dancing side by side and before I knew what I was doing, we were grinding against one another like a couple of horny teenagers. Maybe it was the alcohol, although my thoughts remained sharp and clear with only a strong buzz. Maybe it was the energy of the club or simply my desire to put as much distance between Eli and me as possible. Either way, when Kane’s arms looped around my waist and his hips ground hard against my own, I wasn’t complaining.

My body was doing the exact same thing. Warmth beaded between my thighs and with each passing song, Kane’s lips looked more and more kissable. His eyes lingered a lot more, and where his hands had previously stayed on my hips, they started to wander up my body. He stroked my back and caressed my abdomen, and when I turned my back on him, both his hands slid up to grasp my breasts and used that grip to pull me back against him.

“I don’t want to overstep,” Kane said low in my ear, his lips brushing my cheek so he could be heard over the music. “And it might be the alcohol but fuck, Callie. You’re beautiful.”

Warmth swelled in my chest and I rocked my hips back against him while a daring thought entered my mind.

“You’re a billionaire, right?”

“Mhmm,” he purred.

“Ever fucked in the dirty toilets of a nightclub?”

How we made it to the bathroom in one piece, I’ll never know. The second Kane’s teeth grazed my shoulder, I was insatiably hungry for him and the craving to get as close as possible to him was suffocating. Thankfully the bathroom was empty when we clattered through the door, messily kissing each other and dragging our fingers through hair and clothing alike.

I didn’t notice whether it was the men’s or the women’s that we ended up in. Everything escaped me other than Kane’s full lips weaving against my own, his large hands groping and touching everywhere he could reach, and the push of his body as he guided me into a cubicle and shut the door.

In one swift movement, he scooped me up from the floor and shoved me against the wall with a grunt. Weak hinges rattled and creaked, but thankfully, they held. Our tongues danced together, barely allowing space for breathing. I caressed his neck and slid one hand up into his hair, twirling a few of his twists between my fingers. Kane kissed me deeply, then broke the kiss to bury his face against my throat while one hand worked under my dress.

For the second time that day, my panties were shoved aside. The velvet soft crown of Kane’s cock pressed against my pussy, causing my core to throb and I tightened my arms around his shoulders.

“Please,” I gasped, eager for the powerful stretch I knew was coming. Already I could feel how thick he was, but the crown was nothing compared to the girth that stretched me full as he lowered me down onto his cock.

A desperate moan slipped past my lips, silenced by Kane kissing me hard and swallowing that sound down. With my legs wrapped around his hips and my ankles locked together, I trembled hard as his thickness stretched me wider than I’d ever felt before. Each breath had his cock nudging at what felt like the base of my ribs when I bottomed out, and I clung to him, panting against his lips.

“You good?” Kane asked, peppering kisses over my face and pushing hair away from my eyes with his hand.

“Fuck me,” I demanded hoarsely. “Now!”

Kane didn’t need to be told twice. He braced one arm on the wall, and the other remained around my waist, holding me in place. Then he started to fuck me. Long, slow strokes of his length gave me a few moments to adjust to his size and when my moans started to flow easier, he increased his pace. Every thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body. It was like the thickness of his cock meant he was touching every single nerve buried inside me. From the constant pressure against my g-spot and the impact of his hips giving me something to grind against, I was in heaven.

“Fuck,” I panted, my words jolting with each thrust. “Fuck, fuck, yes. Keep going! Oh my god, keep going!”

Kane’s mouth passionately claimed mine, swallowing down my pleas so that no one else could hear them. They were for him and him alone. I dug my nails into his shoulders as the pleasure built and the harder he fucked me, the weaker my legs felt. It became a challenge to keep my legs around his hips but just as I considered letting him know, Kane slid his arm from my waist to my thigh and held me up.

This was heaven.

Thrust after thrust, kiss after kiss, each nip at my lower lips and throb of his cock sent me crashing toward a powerful orgasm and when I came, I could barely contain my scream. The thrill of sex, of his cock, and possibly getting caught brought me to such a height that for the first few seconds of orgasm, I couldn’t think or breathe.

I was suspended in ecstasy. Then Kane’s teeth sank into the meat of my shoulder and he came with a growl that vibrated through me. I collapsed in his arms, trembling and moaning through each wave of pleasure that worked its way through me.

Holy. Shit.

By the time I came down from my high and was strong enough to stand once more, Kane’s cock had softened. He slipped out of me while peppering soft kisses across my jaw.

“Fuck,” I moaned softly. “That was amazing.”

“Wasn’t it just?” Kane smirked, kissing me full on the lips. “I’m keeping these.”

Pulling back, I noticed my panties crumpled in his palm and my eyes widened. He wanted to keep them.

“Sure,” I replied with a smile. That was unexpectedly hot. Was he so enamored with my pussy that he had to keep my panties, or would it be an excuse for another fucking?

Either way, I was down.

“I have to find Bianca,” I realized, straightening my dress. Together, we stumbled out of the bathroom but as I turned the corner, I ran into someone who shot out a hand to catch me and stop me from falling. Kane did the same, and his hand closed over my opposite shoulder as I stumbled.

“I’m so sorry!”

“It’s all good,” said a warm voice. I glanced up, and Liam’s gorgeous eyes twinkled at me. He glanced down at me, then over to Kane. The smile on his face turned into a knowing smirk. With a wink, he moved past us to the bathroom as heat flooded my cheeks.

“Was that Liam Hall?” Kane asked as we were swallowed up by the crowd.

I didn’t reply, distracted by Kane’s hand lingering on the small of my back as we fought out the bar once more. Liam catching me stumbling out of the bathroom with Kane had been terribly unexpected, and as reality set in, guilt nestled under my ribs like a bubble of static.

Did this count as cheating? Sawyer and I weren’t together, but that didn’t mean things were okay.

We located Bianca at the bar and Kane stepped away with a promise to get us some water. Keeping an eye on him so he didn’t hear, I clutched at Bianca who immediately turned away from her new date.

“Chick? What’s wrong?”

“I just— I just fucked Kane.”

“What?” Bianca squealed, beaming at me. “Look at you!”

“No!” I said hurriedly. “I’m— it was amazing but I feel so guilty now because this morning with Sawyer.”

“Why?” Bianca’s brow dipped and she cupped my face, smiling. “Honey, you guys aren’t a couple. You’re young, sexy, and single. You had a quickie with a hot guy in a bar. That’s life. Enjoy it!

Surprisingly, her words soothed the majority of the guilt threatening to flood my throat and I nodded.

I’m single. And like I said to Sawyer, I don’t belong to anyone.

“You deserve it,” Bianca grinned. “Enjoy yourself!”