Rampage (A Night Fire Novel Book 4) (3 page)

Chapter Three

I wasn't sure if Evan and Jaxon would follow us to a night club. They didn't seem the type to dance. However, I was wrong. Really wrong. Not only did they follow us, but they joined us on the dance floor. And boy, could they move. I had always tried to be a person that would never judge a book by the cover, but clearly I had been. I naturally assumed that they wouldn't or couldn't dance by the way that they dressed. Bad boys. Ripped jeans, tight shirts, piercings, tattoos, hair that looked like they rolled out of bed and did nothing else.

The music was loud, the dance beat booming across the dance floor. At the back of the room there was a DJ scratching out the thunderous beat. The bar lined one wall and on the other wall was a few high tables and bar stools. Overhead was a balcony that circled the entire floor except over the DJ. There was a glass floor there. Charming. On the balcony were more tables and chairs, wait staff mindlessly serving customers. The only light came from a vast wall behind the bar that lit up the alcohol bottles, a faded blue tone and the flickering of the strobe lights. Hanging down from the ceiling was strands of crystal or glass, I don't know, something. The strobe light flickered through them, bouncing off them and around the room. It looked amazing.

It was on the dance floor, packed in between the hot and sweaty bodies that I was able to get close to Evan. So close that his hands found their way around my body. Mister green eyes has a new name, octopus. Not that I cared. This would help in crossing off item number six. Get laid. I wrapped my arms around his neck, his hand found its way to my backside and pulled me against him.

The music pounded heavily as the people danced around us, both of us had stopped dancing.

In those few seconds, it was like we were the only people in the room, he leaned down and kissed me. It had started off as slow and sweet, then it turned heavy and needful. This guy was a great kisser. I wasn't one to kiss and tell, but I could tell the difference between those who knew what they were doing and those who lacked skill. He was, without any doubt, definitely not the latter. He gently tugged on my bottom lip as he pulled out of the kiss, leaving me wanting more.

Several hours must have passed as we danced, drank and kissed a whole lot more. We were at one of the tables, resting for a brief moment. I was on a stool, Evan was in between my legs, one hand wrapped around my waist. His fingers were nestled under the band of my jeans, the other hand held a firm grip around his beer. When he was done with it, he found my neck, kissing and gently nibbling. His other hand finding its way under my shirt.

My head was swirling with alcohol and lust. The smell of his aftershave, the beer, the sweat. It was driving me crazy. My back was to the wall as we kissed, it was getting heavier by the second. Evan was nearly on the seat with me, pushing me back into the wall. His hand got higher and higher and then found its way under my bra. I groaned in the kiss as his fingers toyed with my nipple.

Far out, this man has the magic touch. We were rudely interrupted by my sister who was wanting to go to the restroom. I groaned as I got off the stool, dragged around the corner by my pain in the ass sibling.

The restroom was glaringly white. White tiles, white walls, white vanity. It appeared clean and sterile. A little bland, but it served its purpose. The long fluorescent lights over the vanities were the brightest white light I had ever seen and in between each of them was an ultraviolet light. The same was over the toilets. Huh. Strange.

“What's with the ultraviolet lights?”

“Stops the druggos.” Seph murmured as she washed her hands. “We're going to move this on, yeah?”

“Sure.”

She puckered her lips at the mirror as she reapplied her make up. A group of women walked into the room.

“Oh my god, are you..?”

Okay so I guess the change of hair color wasn't going to help me hide.

“Do you mind if you?” she asked as she held out her phone to Seph.

“Yeah sure.”

She passed her phone to Seph, all of them gathering around me. I didn't mind this side of fame, if they were nice about it. It was the rude ones or the crazies that did my head in. Seph took the photo and grinned at me.

“Thanks.” she gushed.

“No probs.”

I flicked my head to Seph, trying to mentally communicate to her that I wanted to go. Powers of telepathy... failed.

“So how long you in Vegas for?”

“Couple of days.”

I opened the door, no longer waiting for my sister.

“Nice to meet you.”

“Yeah, you too.”

Seph followed me, quickly finding our new friends, we found our way out of the club before our presence was made known.

It was almost gross to watch, my sister was all over Jaxon. They couldn't even wait to get into the suite before they started pawing each other. I leaned back against Evan's chest, his arm wrapped around my chest, his fingers gently caressed my arm. As the door opened to our floor, I could hear her.

“I have a list of my own.” she purred in his ear. “The pool, the bed, the lounge, the elevator.”

“The elevator?” Jaxon frowned.

I opened the door to the suite, the glass elevator right there in plain view.

“Awesome.” he grinned. “Yeah, I'll fuck you in there.”

“Charming.” Evan scoffed.

Again, my sister had no qualms about her body as she began to disrobe. Jeez Seph...

I frowned at her, taking Evan's hand and pulled him around to the media room. Luckily we had made a pit stop at a bottle shop so there was no need to go to the bar, the bar that was right near where my sister was blatantly walking around in her birthday suit. And now fucking Jaxon. No need to be quiet about it dear little sister.

It was Evan's idea to do body shots. He had begun to line it all on the coffee table but then realized that we needed a few things.

“I'll go.” I sighed.

I quietly padded through the suite to the bar, hoping not to see something so very unnecessary. Luckily they were in the pool. I grabbed the supplies and went back to the media room. He was waiting on the lounge, looking oh so very sexy. Damn. Snapping out of my incoherent state I sauntered over to him, hoping that I might just look a little bit as sexy as he did. An eighth of it would be enough.

I knelt down by the coffee table and began to chop a lemon, Evan moved behind me, kissing my neck. His shirt was tossed aside and his warm hands found my waist, the hem of my shirt lifting upwards. Off it went, cast aside with his shirt.

He could have me, I would have begged him to take me then and there, to not worry about the stupid body shots. Sadly his hands left my body and he poured the tequila into the shot glasses.

“Who is going first?”

I shrugged as I put the knife down.

“Okay then, hop on.” he said as he patted the lounge.

He was kneeling beside the lounge as I laid down, the salt shaker appeared over my body. Little grains of salt rained down in between my breasts and over my sternum. He then took a wedge of lemon and put it in between my teeth.

“Ready?”

His voice was low and husky, I swear I could have pushed him to the ground and had him. He was driving me crazy and I think he knew it. I nodded, unable to speak because of the very sour lemon in my mouth.

Evan giggled as he licked in between my breasts, flattening is tongue over my skin. He was moving at a very languid pace, in no hurry to leave. His hand cupped my bra, gently squeezing the lace and my breast. Then he threw back the shot of tequila and climbed up onto the lounge, kneeling in between my legs. He pushed them apart and nestled himself in between my legs, his arms either side of my head.

I could feel him as he pressed into me, even between two layers of jeans, I could feel him. Oh dear god, it felt amazing. He leaned in slowly and sucked the juice from the lemon, never taking it from my mouth, staring into my eyes the whole time. I think I might have just melted into the lounge. How was I going to top this? How in hell could I beat this? This was such a turn on.

It was like a lightning bolt struck me as the idea came to me. I chuckled with delight as he took the lemon wedge from my mouth.

“What?”

“Oh, you'll see.”

“Is that right?” he said as he smirked.

“My turn.”

We swapped places, Evan put the wedge in his mouth, waiting with eager anticipation. I shook the shaker all over his lower abdomen, opening his jeans slightly to allow the grains to go lower. Of course my hand didn't deviate from its path, finding how much suffering I could give him. He groaned from under the lemon wedge, a grin curled into his mouth.

“What's the matter?” I press a little harder. “Something wrong?”

He chuckled and shook his head, lifting it slightly to watch me kiss the outside of his jeans. A muffled
oh god
emanated from under the wedge. Then I licked the salt, making sure that I parted the zipper a little more to lick a little lower. He must have been going through hell because my chest would have been pressed against him, rubbing against him. When I had found every single grain of salt I took the shot glass. Instead of throwing it back I poured a line up the center of his torso and then licked all the way up. Lapping it up, occasionally sucking the clear liquid from his body.

When all of it was gone, I straddled him and took the wedge out of his mouth, squeezing it into the dip in his neck. Again I licked, running my tongue up his neck. I could see him close his eyes as he enjoyed it. It was certainly a good feeling to know I could do this to him.

I sat up and took the tequila bottle, a swig was as much as I could take at that point. Evan sat up and removed my bra, kissing me when I finally stopped drinking. His hands found my breasts, gently caressing me. When I took another swig, his mouth sought my breasts as his hands pressing me harder into his open legs.

“Damn you're beautiful.” his eyes grazed up at me as his tongue licked my nipple. “So damn fucking hot.”

“You're not so bad yourself octopus.”

He chuckled. “Octopus huh?”

I nodded. “My sexy octopus.”

“Why?” he frowned with a grin, taking the bottle from me.

“You're all hands.”

He was taking a swig of the drink when I answered him, making him choke with laughter.

“Might get that tattooed somewhere. Got a pen?”

“Uh there's one in my bag...”

Before I knew it, he had me over his shoulder with his hand on my ass, the other holding the bottle.

“Shit.” I gasped, the blood rushing to my head.

I'll be lucky if I don't puke everywhere.

“Which way to your bag?”

“Upstairs.”

A few seconds later we were at the top of the stairs, moving to the bedroom.

“This your room?”

“Yeah.”

Evan set me down and the world swayed for a few seconds. When I was right I found the pen. He had already found himself a nice spot on the bed.

“Why do you want a pen?”

“Octopus.”

He gestured to a vacant patch of land on his body.

“Climb on board baby.”

I sat on his lap as he laid there watching me draw on him. How strange. Of course I stopped on occasion to have another swig of tequila. So did Evan. We were both really drunk. Check item number four. Ready for item number six...

Chapter Four

Evan liked his octopus. It was a very bizarre picture but he said he liked it. It was kind of cute. I have to say I can draw reasonably well, though being drunk kind of made it difficult. Things were a little blurry. He sat up leaning back on his hands, his eyes looked like they had darkened as he stared at me. Maybe it was just the room. I didn't think it was possible that eyes could change color like that. He took the pen off me and clicked the lid shut, tossing it onto the bed beside him.

That look on his face god damn, a girl could get off to that alone. He was oozing sex, I bit my bottom lip thinking that this was crazy, he was crazy hot.

“He wants you baby, don't make him wait.”

I couldn't help but smile as I tugged his jeans off, leaving him in boxers. They found the floor soon after and I was left staring at him, naked and stunning.

“I think I might have a new nickname for you.” I murmured as I knelt at the edge of the bed.

“Oh?”

I took the pen and wrote his new nickname just above the waistband line. Tripod. Evan laughed hard. He definitely liked his new nickname.

I inwardly sighed, my mouth was going to be sore. But having him go to pieces, enjoying the pleasure that I was giving him, it was like nothing else. The look on his face as I ran my tongue up him, it was like no woman had ever given him this, ever. He liked it when I gripped him firmly, teasing him with the tip of my tongue.

Apparently watching my lips move over him as I drew them closed was the best thing ever. I wasn't there for very long, he couldn't handle it. It was too much for him, he'd been close to finishing several times.

He pulled me up from the floor, undoing my jeans. As they fell to the floor with my g string his eyes poured over me. I stepped out of them, he pulled me to him, wrapping his arms around my body. As his hands moved over my lower back and down my legs he kissed my stomach, my hips.

Evan gently lowered me to the bed, kissing all over my body. Slowly his fingers circled around my lower abdomen, going lower and lower. I gasped when he sank his fingers into me. It wasn't like I was a virgin but it was unexpected. His tongue swirled around my nipple, gently sucking on it as his hand cupped me, exploring and caressing. He kissed down my stomach, feather light kisses all the way until he reached my navel.

Then he moved to kneel in between my legs. I would have liked to have watched as he buried himself in between my legs but it was too unbearable. It was absolute heaven as his tongue slid along the edges, little nips of kisses as he pushed my legs further open. My body shivered with his warm breath on me, his tongue teasing me, slowly swirling around.

The sensations built fast, it hadn't taken very long before my body writhed with the most intense orgasm I had ever had. My head was filled with waves upon waves of sparking pleasure as I vocalized how good he was. Oh dear. Maybe a little too loudly. He chuckled as he kissed up my body, it was so sensitive that I shivered again.

Evan lowered his body onto mine, laying in between my legs, his hands either side of my head. I could taste myself on his tongue as we kissed, he pushed hard against my body making me groan with pleasure.

“You are absolutely fucking gorgeous when you orgasm.”

I couldn't help but grin, he was very complimentary. Maybe that was a seduction tool. He rolled off me, fishing through his jeans for... oh okay. Yep, wished I'd thought of that. Condom. Seph had them all in her bag.

Mister lightning fast reflexes had it out of its packet and on in no time. Was this a sign that he has done it so often that its done without thought or that he's just desperate to have me? I'm hoping for the latter. When he was done he was kneeling in between my legs again, bent over to kiss my stomach. He kissed his way around my stomach to the edge of my rib cage then dragged his tongue up the gap. Stopping short of my breasts he frowned.

“What?”

“I can't decide.. left or right?”

He bit his lip with a grin, both hands cupping each breast as I tried not to laugh. Failed of course. He decided on left, swirling his tongue around, gently sucking then moving onto the other side. When he had his fill he moved upward softly kissing all over my neck, nuzzling into me. His hand moved down my body and in between my legs.

“Damn girl.” he sniggered as his fingers caressed me. “Ready?”

I nodded, still very flushed from my post orgasm state. He adjusted himself into position and slowly pushed in, which I was rather grateful for. I gasped with an almighty grin. Evan breathed out heavily, his eyes momentarily closing.

“You feel so fucking good.” he breathed heavily. “Even with a stupid condom. God damn girl.”

When he opened his eyes he began to move slowly, savoring every single movement. Our eyes locked to each other, gazing with goofy grins plastered across our drunk faces. As I wrapped my legs around him Evan lowered down to me, kissing me passionately. I groaned with every single movement, even from within the kiss. Another orgasm was building faster than the first one, seconds later I gripped his back hard as my body shuddered with pure pleasure. His breath was heavy in my ear as he stopped, a hand moving to my breast he gripped it and forcefully caressed me, spurning the orgasm on. It was so sensitive as he licked the nipple.

“Why did you stop?” my voice was rather breathy as my head tried to fight the orgasmic haze.

“Your muscles clenched tight, if I kept going I would have been done.”

“Oh.”

“Trust me, I would have loved to have kept going, it was insanely intense.”

I gasped as he pulled out, the movement could have started another orgasm. He laid down onto the bed and pulled me over.

“Permission to come aboard captain.” I cheekily said before taking a swig from the bottle.

“Permission oh so very granted.”

He took the bottle and had a drink, putting it aside as I readied myself for... him. If I thought that my body was sensitive before, I was clearly mistaken. As I slid down onto him I closed my eyes, feeling the sensations. Pleasure, a little bit of pain. I knew instantly that I would be feeling it tomorrow for sure. 

By the look on Evan's face, this wasn't going to last too much longer. He was in absolute heaven. I moved slowly, not wanting to cause too much pain, I wanted pleasure. My hands started at his shoulders, gripping his wide and firm frame but then found a path over that glorious taut body. Both of his hands took hold of my breasts, gently tugging on the nipples. My head flicked back with the pleasure as I moaned louder. His hands then moved to my backside, gripping me hard as he made me move faster.

“Come on baby, give it up.” he growled in my ear.

I gripped his shoulders again, kneading the skin as my orgasm peaked. It went off like a cracker in my body, lighting a path from the pit of my stomach all the way to my head. As I called out his name in a pure heady orgasm I felt his breath ragged and heavy on my chest, he had found his pleasure too. I slowed wrapping my arms around him, his head on my sternum he murmured my name.

Carefully he laid me onto the bed, probably knowing that I needed it. I was a little sore and a whole lot drunk. Warmth wrapped around me as a sheet slipped over my body and arms encased me. Darkness dragged me into a blissful sleep.

Sunlight peeked through the curtains as the soft padding of footsteps crossed the floor. 

“So, I guess item number six can be scratched off.”

I rolled over to see my darling little sister sitting at the end of the bed. The warm body that had nestled in behind me rolled over groaning something about too much sun. Seph gave me a big cheesy grin and tossed the bit of paper at me, leaving the room. I sat up in the bed, finding a pen in the bed sheets and scratched it off the list.

“Why is there a pen in the bed?”

“You drew on me last night.”

“Oh.” I said mindlessly as I pulled the sheet up around my body and laid back down. “Uh, why?”

Evan rolled over and showed me the octopus and where I had written tripod. I giggled.

“Man, how drunk was I?”

“You were drinking tequila straight from the bottle.”

“Oh, I guess that explains the thumper.”

He nodded with a knowing smile and took the list from my hand, sitting up against the headboard he read them out loud.

“One, check into an over the top, way too expensive hotel room. Two, get new hairdo.” he frowned.

“What color is it normally?”

“Sandy blonde.”

“Oh.” he nodded, not looking overly concerned. “Three, get a tattoo. Four, get hammered.”

He chuckled as he turned to me.

“You're doing pretty well on the list so far.”

I shrugged with a soft smile.

“Five, go dancing. Six, get laid. Seven... whoa. I definitely want to be around for seven... and eight jeez.”

I could feel the heat rise in my cheeks.

“I should have read this list last night, we could have combined the three.”

God, he had that insanely cute smirk on his face as I flushed red, hard. He cleared his throat.

“Seven, go to a strip club. Eight, kiss a girl. What's wrong with Seph, you related or something?”

I nodded.

“My little sister.”

“Huh.” he frowned. “She is legal, right? Cuz you both look rather young.”

“Yeah, she's twenty five.”

“She's twenty five and younger... how old are you?”

He pulled the sheet higher, pooling more around his waist. A soft grin crossed his face as I sat up, forgetting I was rather naked underneath the sheet. I was too hungover to care, wearily I rested against the headboard beside him and let him have the free perv. It's not as if he didn't see it all last night.

“Thirty.” I responded, remembering he asked a question.

I needed something for this hangover. If my stomach didn't settle down it might just be a toilet bowl.

“Wow, you look so much younger.”

“Thanks.” I murmured, the red still flushing in my cheeks.

“How old are you?”

“Twenty eight.”

“Oh man, you're the same age as Goose. Jeez.”

No doubt the little bastard will give me shit for it. Maybe something like I was a cougar now.

“Who is goose?”

“My brother Maverick.”

“Huh. Well, I'll be twenty nine soon, so you know...” he shrugged. “It's not that bad, age means shit these days.”

I watched as he read the bit of paper, talking as if he wanted something more than a one night stand.

“Nine, drink champagne in a bath tub. Ten, go shopping and waste an obscene amount of money.”

Evan frowned again as he turned to me.

“You've never done any of these things before?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Been typecast.” I shrugged. “Told to maintain an image for my job. Getting drunk when I wrote that list was hitting the border line. I've already had my manager cracking it because I slipped out of LA for a vacation.”

“How can your boss tell you what to do on your vacation? What do you do?”

I grinned, holy hell, he doesn't recognize me.

“Not my boss, my manager. I have a public image to maintain.”

“Harmie!” Seph called out from the hall. “We're ordering breakfast, what do you want?”

“Ooh... pancakes with strawberries and maple syrup, what about you?”

“Yeah sounds good.”

I got up and wrapped the dressing gown around me, seeing Seph scamper back down the hall. At least she's wearing clothes. It had to be a bonus. 

I had managed to avoid the question. I didn't know where I wanted things to go with Evan but avoiding my fame and fortune at the beginning of something is always wise. Breakfast had arrived and smelled divine. Seph was sitting on Jaxon's lap at the dining table, giggling like a pair of teenagers. She was wearing a dressing gown and I dreaded the thought of where his hand was. It wasn't above the table, it was below. Gross.

“Get a room.” Evan muttered as he sat at the table.

“We did.” Jaxon grinned cheekily.

Seph's eyes darted from him to the table then to me, a faint smile traced her lips.

“Oh god, you fucked on the table, jeez Seph.” I groaned.

She giggled as she got up from his lap, making sure the dressing gown covered the necessities. Thank the stars.

During breakfast we decided that we would skip straight to number ten, spending the day shopping. Jaxon and Evan didn't like the thought of going shopping and decided that we should meet up in the afternoon.

Jaxon said something quietly to Evan, he just frowned at Jaxon and I couldn't help but wonder why. The mood shifted slightly after that, Evan seemed a little lost.

When Seph was done with her meal, she dragged Jaxon out for one last encounter before they parted company for several hours. This time the bed was the lucky culprit. In the quiet of the room Evan and I discussed the evening ahead. After a tiring day of shopping surely I would need that bath and he would be here to make sure I didn't drown from drinking and passing out. How sweet.