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  "Bryce."

  "This is Bryce and he is my new assistant. I want you to take the night off and show him a good time downstairs. Understood?" His face never falters as I look between the two of them. She looks between him and me, but I notice her bite her lip.

  Game on. There's the sign I was looking for.

  "Yes, sir."

  "Good. You can go now," he says and she walks back toward the door she came from. When I look to Diego he is staring at her fine ass that isn’t far from playing peek-a-boo. We'll see who gets a piece of it first. I need a drink, maybe even a few.

  The three of us walk through a few offices and hallways before we come to an elevator. When we walk in I realize the back of the elevator is made of glass for viewing as it descends. We step inside and she punches in a code on the inside keypad. The doors close and I look out as it descends. It's just now that I realize we are going underground. The name finally makes sense. I'm unsure of how far under it is, but it must be pretty far.

  When the doors open Latin music instantly floods my ears. I begin to relax as I take in my surroundings. People are relaxed everywhere and clearly enjoying themselves. Angelique is leading the way and Diego is behind me. When we reach the bar she nods at the bartender and stops. She turns around, standing a few mere inches away from me.

  Damn. I want to suck those lips between mine.

  Her cheeks blush, as she looks me over. That's right, girl. Look over the merchandise. You know you want it...

  Her breathing picks up and I can tell she is trying to say something. "When we are here we are not employees. It's one of the few rules. Mr. Sanchez calls this the dungeon. Sometimes he makes us come down and work undercover, you know, to make sure everyone is following the rules. He takes this place very seriously and reputation is one of the most important. He doesn't want clients knowing who works for him besides the bartenders and the bouncers. All private staff remains private. You have to blend in, so what are you drinking tonight?"

  "Well that depends, sexy." I brush my thumb along her pouty, bottom lip and close the distance between us. "Why don't we start off with tequila shots? I want to taste you. You up for it?" I’m being forward, but she doesn’t look like she minds.

  Her breath hitches and she nods, before turning around to the bartender. I look at Diego, who is now sitting at the bar with a leggy blonde between his legs, whispering something in his ear. I don't think I have to worry about him any longer. "Hey, Dominic," she says loudly to get the bartenders attention. When he turns, she points between the three of us. "Set up night tabs; six tequila shots." I grab her waist in my hand and press against her backside. I want to feel the curvature of her body.

  Taking her hair in my hand, I brush it to one side like a curtain, revealing her neck to me. "I can't wait to see how this moves on the dance floor," I whisper into her ear and rub my front to her back. The bartender places the shots in front of us on the bar. She grabs a saltshaker and turns around. We are so close her flat stomach skims mine. She grabs my hand and turns it palm up.

  She locks those big brown eyes with mine and brings it toward her face without looking away. She slips her tongue out and wets her lips. I want her. I bet her dark skin would look good naked against mine. She licks the inside of my wrist and sprinkles it with salt before reaching for the shot and a lime slice. I know what she's fixing to do and I'm ready for it when she lines up the skin of the lime between my teeth. Placing my wrist at her lips, she licks the salt clean, presses the glass to her lips and drops her head back letting the liquid drain down her throat. She bites the lime between my lips and I catch a whiff of her perfume, sending me into a horny spiral.

  I wrap my hand in her hair and pull her back, discarding the lime wedge. “I want the after shot.” I close the distance between us until our lips are pressing together. The flip has been switched. The tequila mixed with her taste has me ready for more.

  Her tongue feels good against my skin. I continue to twirl it with hers, getting a taste of what is about to come. My body is already starting to react to her. I walk forward until her back presses against the edge of the bar. I nip her lip with my teeth before releasing her. “It’s my turn. When it’s my turn, I make the rules.” With my hands still wrapped in her hair I pull her head back, exposing her neck to me.

  I flatten my tongue against the side of her neck, wetting it, and trying to decide where I want it. She tastes good, but this isn’t the right spot. The natural curves of her breasts are staring at me, giving me an idea. I grab the shot glass and press it between her cleavage, readying it for me. I bend slightly, now eye level with her bronze cleavage. “Here’s the spot I want. I lick it and sprinkle the salt, watching some of the grains fall to the floor around us and some stick.

  The top curve of her right breast is ready for my tongue. I lick from one end of her breast to the other, transferring the salt to my tongue. It only makes me want more, but now is not the time. I grab the lip of the shot glass between my teeth and free it from the confinements of her breasts, turning it back at the same time. The burn of the Tequila burns the back of my throat. I bite the lime wedge and then kiss her, sharing the remainder of the shot with her.

  Hell, now I'm getting an erection and I’ve only been here fifteen minutes. Without further thought, I grab a second shot and then a third.

  She watches me as I down the liquid and grabs her own, throwing it back. The tension is so thick I want to take her right here at this bar. I have no idea where it’s coming from, but my body has entered into a full on fuckfest mode. I down the last shot and the bartender replaces them with four new. A few more in and the alcohol is now coursing through my bloodstream, taking its effect. My mind finally feels at ease; not having to think and I like it. I don't want to have to think about anything tonight, from my actions to the consequences.

  Downing the last shot at the table I whisper to her, "Dance with me." You can see it in her eyes that she is intoxicated just like me.

  She grabs my shirt in her fist and pulls me into her. I'm a little unsteady, but I catch myself with the edge of the bar she is leaning against. She wraps one leg around mine and her heel rests on my calf. Her lips are so close to mine I can smell the tequila on her breath. "Y luego llevarme a la cama (And then take me to bed)."

  I hope she speaks Spanish when she's screaming out my name in bed. I don't understand what she says, but I love the way it sounds rolling off her tongue. I take her lips against mine, and search for her tongue. I roll mine softly against hers and then suck her bottom lip between my lips. "Say something else. You keep it up and dancing won't be an option any longer."

  "Eso es lo que estoy contando con georgeous (That's what I'm counting on, gorgeous)." She kisses my neck and walks around me, taking my hand in hers. I'm so horny right now I may not make it to a bed. I'm completely drunk, but I follow as she pulls me out to the middle of the dance floor. I look around me and see several couples drenched in sweat from salsa dancing.

  She pulls me behind her; plastered to her backside. "I don't know how to salsa. Will you teach me?" She grabs my hands and places them on her hips as she begins rolling her body against mine.

  She leans her head back on my chest. "I will teach you whatever you want to learn, babe. We will be seeing a lot of each other, yes?"

  I can't concentrate on what she's saying with her rubbing against my dick. "Yeah, I guess we will. How old are you?" She doesn't look much older than me, but I really don't know how old I am. I guess it's time to choose a number just like a name.

  I sway my body in a slow rhythm, but let her do most of the work. She lifts her arms and runs her slender fingers through my hair. "Twenty four. How old are you?"

  I can tell by the way she is moving; neither of us is going to be here very much longer. She is letting the music lead her body and it's hypnotic to watch. "I'm twenty one." She's older than me. I don't say anything else.

  That's when she turns around. She has lust written all over her face, her eyes are tel
ling me she wants me just like I want her. Her voice is soft, but strong. "Age is just a number, baby." She kisses me and closes her lids lined in thick black lashes. She flutters them open. "I don't usually get intimate with someone I just met, Bryce, but I like you and I want you. I want you to take me to bed. Hazme el amor (Make love to me)."

  If I had any second thoughts before, the closing line in Spanish sealed the deal and I don't even know what she said. I'm drunk and horny and I need a release. "Where?"

  As I look around public displays of affection are completely normal, but I want privacy. I have a lot of aggression built up and her tight little body is fixing to be the one I take it out on. "Follow me, lover," she says and leads me to the hallway I noticed earlier.

  We come to the entrance and a bouncer is standing guard. "Necesito una habitacion (I need a room)," she says to him. He looks between the two of us and turns to the rack of keys behind him. Grabbing the one with a ten on it, he hands it to her and pulls back the curtain blocking the entrance.

  I follow her down the long hall until we come to the door marked with a ten. She slides the key in the slot and turns it, unlocking the door. When she opens it we walk into the spacious room that houses a bed. I guess the alcohol has taken over my brain, causing me to talk stupid because the first thing I think to ask is, "Is it clean?"

  She shuts the door and locks it. "Don't worry, babe, the sheets are cleaned between each guest. Mr. Sanchez is very sanitary." She tugs my hand pulling me in the direction of the bed. I make a quick glance around the room. In one area is a shelf lined with toys, new in the boxes. The bed is covered in white cotton linens similar to a hotel, but more expensive. Beside the bed is a bowl filled with condoms. At least I know I'm protected. She doesn't seem like a whore, but I don't know where she's been.

  She stops when the backs of her knees touch the edge of the mattress. My mind is completely numb. I can't think of anything but what's in front of me, staring me in the face. I'll have to admit that it's the sexiest thing I've seen since I've been here. "Kiss me," she says. She wraps her arms around my neck and plays with the hair that curls out at the nape of my neck.

  I do as she asks. I place my hands on her ass and what an ass she has. When I find the bottom hem of her dress I pull it up slowly, revealing her body to me. Hot damn, it's even better than I expected. I continue to kiss her as I unhook her bra and let it fall to the floor. I release my hold on her lips and take her in. Her tanned skin is standing naked in a pair of black heels and aqua, lace thongs. "Undress me," I say as my eyes scan the silhouette of her body.

  She grabs the bottom of my polo and begins inching it up my torso until she reaches my underarms. I lift them above my head, allowing her to remove it completely. "Su cuerpo es hermoso (Your body is beautiful)," she says and kisses my chest. I grab her breasts in my hands, thumbing over her nipples while she unbuckles my belt followed by my jeans. I remove my shoes at the same time she inches my jeans over my butt and they fall to the floor along with my boxers. She takes in my size and her eyes widen.

  "You like what you see?" She nods. I slide my hands underneath the waistband of her panties and turn her around. I want it rough. I dip my hand beneath the front and lower it until I feel the button I'm looking for. I dip my finger inside to lubricate it. She's wet and ready. I spread it over her clit and begin rubbing in a circular motion to get her started. When she starts to moan I inch down her panties with my other hand until they fall to the floor. "Keep the heels on."

  I continue to stimulate her so I can listen to that beautiful voice, as she gets more and more ready for me. I need her wet to accommodate my size. Placing my other palm between her shoulder blades, I push her down until she places her palms on the mattress in front of her. I'm hard as a rock. I release her to reach inside the bowl beside the bed and take out a condom. Tearing the package with my teeth, I remove the condom and toss the wrapper on the floor. I roll it on my dick until I'm covered fully. Grabbing my shaft, I position it at the sweet spot I’m about to enter.

  I roughly thrust inside and she moans as I fill her. Fuck, that feels amazing. Grabbing her hips, I begin thrusting slowly allowing her to stretch, but quickly change pace. Nothing crosses my mind, but the pleasure at hand. I increase speed, ramming it each time I pull out. I need to be deeper. Her black curls rest on her back and I can't help but to wrap them around my hand for support. "Damn, you're wet, girl." I grab her shoulder in my other hand and continue. The faster and harder I go, the louder she screams.

  I feel like I could go for hours. It's probably the alcohol talking. I need a change. Pulling out, I get on the bed and pull her limber body on top of me, straddling me. "Ride me."

  She grabs my dick in her hand and lowers herself onto my shaft. As she does the noises she makes are completely erotic. She grinds herself against me as if she can’t ride it hard enough. She grabs my neck and pulls me into a sitting position. "observarme mientras me paseo que (Watch me while I ride)." I really need to learn the language, but right now she could be saying fuck you and I wouldn't care.

  She grabs onto the back of my neck for support and squats in a straddling position over me, standing on her heels. Her other hand is palm down on the mattress. She arches her back and begins her ride, rolling her body like she was doing on the dance floor. Watching her ride is as much of a turn on as the way it feels being inside her.

  She is spread open before me, teasing me to touch it. I reach between our bodies and press on her clit, causing her to scream out from the multisport stimulation. I begin to rub and watch her face change while I pleasure her. I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling that is taking over my body. I'm getting close. Grabbing her hip I lift up and meet her thrust for thrust.

  I pull out and turn, laying her on the bed. As I slip back inside, her eyes roll back in her head. "Cogerme (Fuck me)." I place my hands on her hips, lifting her off the bed. Her feet are now flat on the bed. Kneeling, I begin a rhythm at a fast pace. I angle her slightly to hit the spot I know brings her to release. I watch her face for signs she is where she needs to be. She screams out my name mixed with jumbled Spanish and I know she is getting the release she needs. I continue at a fast pace until I can feel the tightening begin, initiating my orgasm. When I feel that first spurt of my seed, I pull out and let myself finish.

  I lay beside her as the alcohol is beginning to overpower my body and sleep is coming more easily. Just before I pass out in a drunken stupor, that beautiful voice fills my ears one more time. "Seras mia (You'll be mine)." I don't know what it means and I don't care. The only thing I care about is that for the first time I have nothing on my mind: no pain, no visions, and no confusion. I think I have found my escape, her. As everything begins to fade, she scoots beside me and wraps herself around me. For once I’m not going to bed lonely. The darkness takes over as I pull her into my arms and fall into a slumber.

  Chapter 9

  Kinzleigh

  The bell rings signaling the end of the day. I've managed to make it through most of April without anyone at school discovering I'm pregnant. Natalie has kept her word and not told anyone, but my belly is becoming more and more swollen. Being a small person doesn't help me hide it. My clothes are getting tighter and it's getting too warm to wear jackets and school hoodies. The one good thing is that I'm not nearly as nauseous now as I was in the early weeks.

  I stand from my desk in World Literature, but not before I look at Breyson's empty desk in front of me. No one's sat in it since he's been gone. I pick up my book bag from the floor and place it on my back. I'm doing better, but I still cry every day. It helps that I see him every night in my dreams. Those big blue eyes are always just as beautiful as the last time I saw them. I'm the last one out of the door, as usual, when I notice Adalynn standing beside the door. "Hey girl," she says and I instantly don't like the look on her face.

  "Hey...what's up?" It gives her away that she's not with Braxton. Since football practice let up they have been inseparable. She usually comes over
at night after they've had their couple time.

  "We need to talk." She has that look in her eyes that I'm not going to like what she has to talk about. She means business. "People are starting to talk, Kinzleigh. Everyone around school is asking if you're pregnant. I think it's time you come out. With Breyson being gone rumors are spreading like wildfire through the halls. You don't want people to think someone else is the father. Briar has already been suspended for the rest of the week for knocking a stupid prick out in Chemistry. He wouldn't shut up running his mouth about you. Now the baseball coach is pissed, because he's the starting pitcher and has to miss a game. You know the guys are protective of you, but they refuse to say anything until you give them the green light. They know it's Breyson's, but they can't really do anything until it's out in the open."

  I lean my head against the wall in defeat. This isn't what I wanted. I was just starting to be able to make it through the school day without breaking down and now I'm going to be the center of the drama once again. I don't really care what people think of me. I know how it looks with Breyson being gone, even though it's obvious if they would do the math. I can't do this right now.

  Pushing off the wall with the bottom of my foot, I begin walking in the direction of the doors. I can fend for myself. I don't want anyone having to get involved in my personal affairs. Briar and Braxton shouldn't have to deal with my crap. "I'll talk to you later, Adalynn. I need some space to think."

  I don't even turn around to see if she is following me. I have more important things to do today. My life has become predictable and on a schedule. That is the way I cope with everything. It's time to go visit Breyson. I step outside the door and walk straight for my car. Most of the kids have already left school. As I approach my car, I see one body that didn't dissipate with the rest of the student body: Simon. He's standing against my car door in his baseball uniform with his hands crossed over his chest. His eyes are narrowed at me and I can see him working his jaw from here. He should be on the field getting ready for tonight's game; one that Breyson should be getting ready for since he played both sports.