Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 40969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
TWENTY
Celeste
My hands are above my head, hips are shaking. Tyra is in front of me, both of us dancing to the beat of a song. The deejay is playing Just A Lil Bit by 50 Cent thrumming through the speakers. There isn’t a care in the world for either of us, and after the week my best friend has had, she deserves it. We decided to grab food on our way here. Consuming carbs before drinking is always a good idea, helping to curb the hangover that would surely come tomorrow had we started on an empty stomach. We’ve done that a few times in our younger years, too stupid for common sense. Clearly, we’ve gained some knowledge as well as smarts.
“Celeste!” Tyra yells over the music. I move closer so she’ll have a voice tomorrow.
“What’s up?” I reply, not having to scream, thankfully. Tyra has her phone in her hand. It’s lit up. The amount of texts Mace has sent her is astounding.
“I have to go. Not sure what’s up, only that Von spiked a fever. Mace can’t get it down no matter what. I’m going to grab a car and head to his place,” she states. I must have really been in my element, eyes closed, hips swaying, and enjoying the music.
“I’ll go with you. Let’s go cash out.” I’m already grabbing her hand to guide us through the throng of people on the dance floor.
“No, you stay, enjoy your night. Text me no matter what, though, okay?” I stop. We have a buddy system. Leave no sister behind. There’s no way I want her walking through the lobby alone or waiting for a car.
“I’ll walk you out, see that you get into the Lyft, and then call Wylde.” She nods her head. Making our way through the people is easy. My eyes are on the bar. Usually, we wouldn’t start a tab, just pay as we go through the night, especially since it’s a more-than-one-club type of night.
“I think I’m about to have other plans for the night.” We’ve barely made it off the dance floor when he's standing before me, eyes locked on my form, sweeping his heated gaze from head to toe, his tongue slipping out to glide along his lower lip, a wicked grin tugging on his mouth.
“I’ll say. I’ll, uh, just leave you two be. Text me later.” I don’t let her pull away, though. No freaking way am I letting her walk out by herself no matter how busy and how safe it is.
“Wait.” It’s a statement, not left open for interpretation, and I hold on to her tighter because I know my best friend; her mind is on Von. Not that she could get hurt and never make it to him.
“Wylde, can you walk with us to grab her a car? Tyra needs to get to her car.” I hate that I’m breaking up the desire written all over his face, which once Tyra is settled will definitely be acted upon. It’s my turn to give Wylde a taste of what he’s given to me.
“What’s wrong?” he asks. His head moves to the guy beside him. One of the staff security guards, judging by the black shirt and black jeans, arms crossed and waiting to see what Wylde needs from him.
“Von is sick. She needs to get to him, but I won’t let her leave alone.” The laid-back man who was standing in front of me isn’t there any longer. The seriousness of this situation has all of us on edge, but no one as much as Tyra. She moves her hand into mine, squeezing it to let me know we’re wasting precious time.
“Sean, escort Tyra to a car. Make sure she’s in it and pay for the fare. Don’t leave her until you see the taillights. Tyra, text Celeste the minute you make it, so we know you’re safe and sound.” A sigh of relief leaves my body, knowing someone is taking the reins.
“Thank you, Mr. Hayes. Celeste, I’ll text you later. I’m hoping it’s a virus and something that will just run its course. Love you, girlie.” She pulls me in for a quick hug then walks towards Wylde and squeezes his arm.
“Call me Wylde, Tyra. Sean, don’t fuck around.” Wylde moves towards me. I watch until I can’t see my best friend, biting my lower lip, feeling bad that I’m not going with her. I know her enough to know to not push her when she’s in momma bear mode.
Wylde’s hands grip my hips, pulling me closer to his hard body, the heaviness between his legs in particular. “Dance with me.” His husky voice shivers up my body. He’s walking me backwards as I wrap my arms around his shoulders, holding on while still keeping up with his strides as I nod, willing to go anywhere with him. The song in the background is deep, heavy, has pure sexual awareness vibrating through our bodies, Blinding Lights by The Weeknd. I never realized the lyrics in this song until now, until Wylde has us in a different part of the dance floor, the vibrant colors still gliding over bodies, ours just being dusted by them. I spin around, ass grinding against Wylde’s cock, feeling his hands on my bare skin at the open cut outs of my dress. We let the heavy beat take us over as he keeps up with the way I’m moving, the tightening of his grip telling me the effect I’m having on him.