Devour Me

Love Me, Please Ch. 3

Kenna

The club was not as obnoxious as most clubs were prone to be which I was thankful for. I often went to them back when I was going to college and would over indulge in the drinks that several men would buy for me. I’ve had my fair share of hangovers and I always ended up regretting it in the morning. After the last time, I swore I would be more conservative the next time.

Currently, I was sitting in a booth that overlooked the dance floor with Amelia on one side of me and Valerie on the other. The boys had gone to fetch us some starting drinks. Starlight club boasted one of the more beautiful venues for a night out in New Orleans. There were several twinkling lights strewn all over the ceiling so it looked like the night sky. Most of the tables were backlit with purple and blue light, which added a more out-of-this-world feeling.

“Look,” Valerie said over the music currently playing. “That guy is looking this way.” She pointed to a young man who seemed to be debating whether he should come over and ask one of us to dance. I gave him a bright smile. Just to be friendly, of course. He returned it and I noticed that Amelia and Valerie were both looking at me.

“What?” I asked.

“Seems like he’s interested in you angel,” Valeria said with a suggestive tilt of her head. I didn’t want to tell them that I didn’t want to dance with him…because I didn’t want Jasper to see. Speaking of him seemed to make him appear. My gaze drank him in as he moved with grace and purpose towards our table. Like a panther stalking its prey. The image was unnerving in a s****l sort of way.

His eyes caught mine and I immediately plastered that smile on my face. He scowled. “Here, your drink.” He placed my margarita in front of me.

“Thanks,” I chirped energetically.

“Yeah, whatever, just drink.”

What was his problem? My gaze caught Zachary heading back as well and I nearly did a double take. He wasn’t any better than Jasper. A frown marred his handsome face as he placed Valerie’s and Amelia’s drink in front of them.

“Thanks bro,” Amelia said with a smirk. I knew she was holding back some smart retort.

“Hey, why don’t we go dance?” I suggested, attempting to diffuse the tension.

Valerie continued to glare at Zachary as she said, “With pleasure.” I watched as she threw back her shot of whiskey and gave him a sneer of a smile before heading to the dance floor. I quickly took a drink of mine and followed close behind, not seeing if Amelia was going to join.

The beat pulsed in my body and as I came to stand next to Valerie, I could already feel myself losing any thoughts or emotions to that entrancing pulse. I just moved and didn’t care about anything else. At some point, I felt hands on my hips and looking over my shoulder, I noticed it was the guy from earlier. He gave me a heart-stopping smile.

“I hope you don’t mind if I uh join you,” he said. I gave him a smile as confirmation and then continued to move to that beat. His hands were warm on my hips and I could feel his body heat at my back. Although I knew it wasn’t Jasper….my mind played the what if game. What if it were his hands? What if he were the one pulling me back against his front? What if it were my ass rubbing against…my thoughts fizzled out. As much as I wanted it to be, I knew it wasn’t. Turning around to let the guy know I was going to go rest, my eyes widened when my gaze caught a very livid Jasper. I looked back at the guy and gave him an apologetic smile as I attempted to take a step back. Before he could ask me, Jasper came into his line of sight.

“Do you mind?” Jasper barked above the music.

“Is he your boyfriend?” the guy asked me, his brow furrowing.

“No, just a friend,” I answered, noticing how Jasper stiffened behind me. I could tell that the guy was also becoming tense with his gaze on Jasper.

“If you’re just a friend, I don’t see what the problem is.”

“My problem,” Jasper spat, enunciating each word, “is that you have your f*****g hands on her hips, and you’re grinding your f*****g d**k against her ass.” My cheeks heated at the clear anger in his tone. His voice, normally like honey and sugar, was now all steel. Before I could say anything to ease the tension, Jasper grabbed my hand in his and pulled me along to trail after him. I couldn’t even look back and apologize to the guy for Jasper’s behavior because all I could focus on was how my small hand felt enveloped in his. How the callouses on his fingers and palm tickled my skin and made me wonder what it would be like for those hands to run down my body. I didn’t even realize where he had taken us until the chilly night air kissed my overheated face.

The moment we were out of site of curious onlookers, he whipped around to face me, his ice-green eyes flashing. “What the hell was that?”

Confused, I frowned. “Dancing…I was dancing.” He scoffed and ran a hand through that dark, wine-colored hair that almost looked black under the lights of the city.

“That was not dancing. That was you begging to be f****d by that guy.” I sucked in a sharp hiss of air.

“I don’t know what’s got you so upset, Jasper, but how I dance with other guys is none of your concern.” It wasn’t like I hadn’t had s*x before, but normally, each time I did, it had been with a boyfriend who each time I had hoped would make me feel that extra something. Kind of like now….how I had imagined it would feel to have Jasper’s hands on my body.

“It does f*****g concern me. I don’t need any images of my friend grinding up suggestively on other men’s dicks.”

My heart stuttered with pain, and it took everything in me to hold back my tears. I knew he had only seen me as a friend and nothing more. This only confirmed it. I guess watching me behave in that way would make him uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry,” I breathed. I attempted to bring the edges of my blouse together. He probably didn’t like seeing this much skin on me either. His eyes followed my movements and I noticed his breathing hitched and became slightly uneven.

“Are you okay?” I asked, concern written on my face. He must be so mad he’s having a hard time breathing. As I opened my mouth to suggest he take me home, he surprised me by taking a step closer to me. His chest was now inches away from my face and I could feel my fingers itching to touch those muscles. To run my hands down the planes of his abdomen…lower..Jasper’s hand lifted between us and I watched entranced as he ran a single finger down the middle of that valley between my breasts, effectively stopping my attempt to hide myself.

My thoughts were flickering in and out of focus, unable to really form any coherent thought at all. His touch….it felt so good and I wanted more.

“You’ll let just about anyone touch you, won’t you,” he said hoarsely. Not a question, but a statement. Fact. And it wasn’t a fact. “Typical Kenna. Always wanting to please. Always wanting to think the best of others.”

His words stung, and I could feel that heaviness I’d been feeling for the last year fall hard. I felt so tired. So…vulnerable.

“Take me home please,” I whispered and took a step back. The loss of his touch made me shiver. He had been warm…so warm.

“Yeah, whatever. Let’s go.” It took everything in me not to let the tears go. But I managed. As soon as I was home, all alone…I’d cry then.