Chapter 15 Chapter 15 After Party
Gemma is holding my hand as we head through the casino crowd toward the club. Alek and Sergey trail somewhere behind us with the rest of the guys—Colt, Vince, Matt, Andreas, Nick, and Dustin. Andreas’ girlfriend is behind Tish and Erika. Ashley is here too; Vince said he couldn’t get away from her—she took the night off from the residency. She is a doctor. Yeah, he is never letting her go. There was no hope for Vince and me; it was never going to happen.
I glance back at Sergey. His eye contact is intense. I feel like prey and he is hunting me. My heart skips beats, my breath turns erratic.
Todd greets us at the club doors and guides us in. They take our coats; he gives me a quick hug and sends us upstairs to the VIP area.
“The server is there already awaiting your drink order!” he smiles. “Have an amazing night!”
The music is blasting. This DJ is good—he isn’t mixing the music into an unrecognizable mess. Everyone takes a seat. The guys try to talk to Sergey about the fight, but he isn’t paying attention. His eyes stay on me as I speak with the server. Meg is one of my favorites; I am so glad Todd assigned her to us.
I tell her to bring me top-shelf alcohol only—we are celebrating—and I hand her my card for the tab.
Then I feel his warm hands on me. Sergey moves my hair over my shoulder. His hand slides along my lower back and inside my dress, around to my abs, resting right under my belly button. He leans down and kisses my neck.
“You can’t touch me like that. The night just started and you are trying to end it.”
“You smell amazing, and you look beautiful—and this dress…” he pauses, his voice dropping low, “I love it. I can’t wait to take it off of you.”
“Excuse me—who said the dress is coming off? You are jumping ahead of yourself a little, don’t you think?” Gemma bursts into laughter listening to us.
“Please. You made up your mind about sleeping with me the day we met.”
“So cocky, Russian fighters. Just because you are good-looking and knocked a guy out doesn’t give you access into my panties.”
“Have a drink and relax, big boy! I am taking Elle to dance!” Gemma says, dragging me away.
Meg brings bottles and shot glasses, juice to make mixers.
“Elena? Have a shot with me!” says Sergey.
I turn around and walk over to where he is sitting, next to his brother and Vince, Nick beside them. Meg pours shots. I grab mine and clink it with his. “Na zdorovye!” Cheers in Russian. Sergey smiles at me. We drink and slam the shot glasses back on the tray.
Then I let Gemma take me to the dance floor—but not before catching Vincent’s sad-boy face. I do enjoy torturing him so much. He knew I was going to let this boxer destroy my body tonight.
Two songs later, Sergey is on the dance floor with me and the girls. The other guys sit there watching us. His big hands go around me, sliding up and down my body. Heat takes over. He grinds on me, then spins me away, then pulls me back in, flush against him. I can feel him—every bit of him.
“I’ve been like that since I laid eyes on you tonight. I didn’t even touch it when I showered.”
“That can’t be safe!” I giggle.
“I hope you are ready, because it’s going to be like this until you beg me to stop.”
“You are too much, Sergey!” Then I get a stupid idea and say it out loud like an idiot. “How many girls can you handle?”
He laughs, glancing over at Gemma—she is giving him the eyes. “I only want you, Elena.”
Relief washes over me at his words. I don’t ever use my given name, but when he says it, I kind of love it.
We continue to dance on one another, his hands resting over my ass, my arms around his neck. He stays close, whispering filthy things to me in Russian. I am glad I understand most of it. I can already tell from his movements he is going to be a softy—the tough ones always are.
Gemma drags us all back up to the VIP area. She drops coke on the table. Tish and I refuse—we play sports and get drug tested all the time. I want a clear head tonight. Alek refuses, and so does Sergey.
I have one mixed drink that tastes more like juice than anything. Sergey does a few shots with his brother, while everyone else is wiping their noses.
Tish is sitting in Colt’s lap. Nick, next to us, sips on a drink. Gemma is all over Alek on the dance floor. Vincent is dancing with Ashley.
I am next to Sergey. His hands wander in my dress, moving over my ribs and gently touching my boobs. I lean into him, his chest hard against my back. Sergey lifts me up, and I am on his lap. I feel his hand under me—his fingers push past my dress and find their way to my entrance.
“Trakhni menya!” spits Sergey.
“I have not heard that one before—translate!” I say, leaning back and kissing his cheek.
“Fuck me! You are bare. I… I don’t know how I feel about that. That’s porn bare!” he says, sliding his fingers under me, driving me mad with lust.
Colt slides his hand under Tish’s dress, and his eyes go wide too. “Fuck me! Did you guys get waxed together?” His face buried in her luscious hair. Tish and I just laugh. Nick smirks as he sips his drink.
I reach back and unzip Sergey. My hand is on his dick. He is so hard, his veins full—I can feel his pulse. I raise up just enough to slide him inside me. He throws his head back and groans loudly. I close my thighs tight and flex my pelvic floor. Sergey’s hands go to my hips. I grind slowly. He is going crazy behind me, gripping tight, digging into my skin. I am throbbing, my orgasm right on the edge.
“Fuck, I am going to blow. What are you doing? I… I’ve never felt that before. Fuck!” he whispers, dragging out the last word as he spills inside me.
I look over at Vince as I release. His eyes are red. He is standing there watching, Ashley dancing on him. Nick is scooting away from us, shaking his head. Tish pushes Colt’s head in the other direction—he had been watching us.
I lean back on Sergey and let my body melt over him.
We hadn’t noticed Jones and his crew in the club. They are chatting with Alek on the dance floor. Gemma is biting her lip. I can see her clearly from where we are, even though it’s dark.