Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
The best table in the house.
It was already fully stacked, with liquor and mixers; we were served immediately. Devon had relaxed, the alcohol flowing through his system freely. We danced, hung out with people I knew, and had the time of our lives; enjoying the madness that only New Year’s Eve could bring.
“Ten, nine, eight, seven…” the whole club yelled. I turned to him and whispered, “Are you ready to start the New Year with me?”
He raised an eyebrow and gave me a predatory stare. “I’ve been waiting for you all my life.” He roughly grabbed the back of my neck…
And we passionately kissed at the stroke of midnight.
Ringing in the New Year, entirely mesmerized in each other’s arms.
Not wanting it any other way.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
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We walked out of the club at nearly three in the morning, both of us consumed with entirely too much alcohol. The chauffeur was waiting for us with the doors opened. We stepped in and Brooke nodded at him.
“The night has just begun,” she celebrated, opening another bottle of champagne; shrieking when the cork hit the roof.
I laughed. Her momentum and energy was contagious. We drank some more and made out like we were teenagers, dry humping all over the seats. The car came to an abrupt stop, and it was then that I realized we were parked in front of a house. No. Not a house. A mansion.
“Where are we?” I asked taken back and disoriented.
“At an afterhours. Ever been to one?”
“Yeah… like a rave or something?”
“Hmmm… not quite the rave crowd, more like people with a fuck load of money, looking to have a good time behind closed doors. You ready?” she questioned with a raised eyebrow.
I nodded not knowing what to say. She smiled, kissed me one last time, and exited the car with me on her heels. The door opened as we walked up, and we were led into a scene right out of some goddamn movie. They didn’t stop or even acknowledge her, and I wondered how many times she had been to this place before. You could smell the hedonism as we walked through the foyer. The smell of sex ran rapid though the air.
I felt like I had just stepped into Sodom and Gomorrah. There were people snorting cocaine off the tables, and it was obvious that drugs ran swiftly through the mansion. There were half naked people everywhere, some having sex, and others looking like they were about to. Others wore masks and just observed their surroundings.
I held onto Brooke’s hand firmer, and she squeezed back in reassurance. She led me to another room where women were dancing on poles, but it wasn’t dirty like a strip club, it was classy, sophisticated, and elegant in every way; I had never seen anything like it. The women were flawless, and the men were just as good looking. It was an exclusive club, for beautiful people.
We went into another room where people were dancing, some of the women were naked, as they provocatively danced for the partner by them. Women dancing on women, with men in the middle; it was one big free for all. I would be lying if I said my cock wasn’t hard from the sights in front of me.
Brooke found a couch in the corner, away from the immediate attention. I sat down, and she placed herself in my lap. Drinks were brought to us immediately, and I started to feel more comfortable, and less anxious. She provokingly danced on my cock, knowing exactly what she was doing to me. I tried not to touch her even though I knew it would be more than okay, if I fucked her in front of the entire room.
I didn’t know how long we were there, just enjoying the atmosphere and everything it had to offer. This woman caught my attention from the corner of my eye, and Brooke noticed it immediately.
She lay back on my chest, pushing me to the back of the couch. She turned to speak into my neck, not stopping the swaying of her hips on my cock. “Do you like her?”
I looked at her with wide eyes, not understanding the question. “What?”
“Do you want her?” she added, not missing a beat.
“Brooke, I want you,” I replied honestly.
She beamed and licked her lips. “I want you, too.” She peeked up, looking toward the direction of the girl; she was staring straight at us. “But I also want her,” she murmured.
Fuck me…
“Do you want to play?” she goaded in that familiar tone, she had spoken in all night. “It’s okay, Devon, you can say yes. I want you to.”
I didn’t know what to say, I was in shock that this was even happening. Brooke sensed my apprehension and grabbed my hand; standing me up and having me follow behind her. We made our way into a bedroom that had a mirror on the ceiling, and one as a headboard. I felt like I had just stepped into Hugh Hefner’s bedroom. She pushed me down to sit on the couch, and I looked up at her adoringly; she looked down at me salaciously. She pecked my lips, before stepping towards the bed that was displayed in the middle of the room.