Page 58 of Please Don’t Go (The Midnight Strike #1)

JOSEFINE

“You have glitter on your lips.” I lift my finger to the corner of his mouth, rubbing the shimmer away, but it only spreads up to his cheek.

“I don’t care.” He tips his head just slightly to the side and kisses my wrist.

We’re still in the dimly lit hall. There are a few people passing by, couples like us leaning against the walls, making out or talking. I only noticed them once we pulled back to catch our breaths.

We said we were going to head back to where everyone is at, but every time we move, his lips find mine. I’d stop him but I haven’t found the will to let that happen.

“It doesn’t bother you? You have it all over you.” Remnants of my lip gloss are smeared outside the line of his lips. It’s not much but enough that when the light hits him just right, it glimmers.

“Nah, it’s probably not enough.” His fingers teasingly glide up my back and into my shirt but falter. He lays his palm flat on my back and drags it side to side. “No bra?” His voice deepens. “Hmm…”

Daniel sucks in a breath, slipping his fingers around my rib cage and they rise beneath the curve of my breast.

Maybe I should stop him, considering there’s other people around, but I don’t. I let him touch me. His thumb caresses the underside of my breast and my breath hitches when his thumb flicks my hard nipple.

He keeps his eyes on me, still softly stroking me. “You look beautiful.”

My lips quirk. “Say what you really want to say.”

“I’m trying to be respectful.”

I silently laugh, squeezing my thighs. “Your hand is on my boob. I don’t think there’s anything respectful about that.”

His Adam’s apple bobs and I feel his free hand linger at the back of the waistband of my skirt. “I mean it, you look beautiful.”

“But?” I provoke, pushing my chest into him.

“But you also look really fucking hot. You’d drown me in holy water if you saw what’s inside my head right now.” Daniel clamps my nipple hard and twirls it between his fingers.

I squirm, biting my bottom lip to stop myself from moaning.

“Your body is so accessible to me. I could easily push you into that restroom. Lift your skirt and pull your shirt up, bend you over, and eat you out or fuck you. Or do both.”

I close my eyes as a faint moan claws out.

“Eyes on me, baby,” he roughly orders and pinches my nipple hard again, his blunt fingernails digging into the tender skin.

I gasp, forcing them open and shiver when he shoves his hand inside the back of my skirt. His fingers graze the top of my ass cheeks and hook under the waistband thong.

“What color is it?” he asks.

“Green,” I answer breathlessly. He doesn’t ask but I’m certain he knows I wore it for him. I wasn’t sure if he’d show, but despite today’s holiday, I put them on thinking of him.

“I bet it’s pretty.” I get caught up with the feel of his fingers on my nipple and throaty words that I don’t realize what he’s doing until I’m tensing and gasping loudly.

He pulls my thong up, the wet material wedging between my pussy lips, grazing my throbbing clit. I shudder at the euphoric sensation and bite my trembling lip, discreetly rocking my hips as he continues to pull.

“Can you come like this?” he asks, his voice a rough husk.

I attempt to shrug but my shoulders are so stiff with tension, I can hardly move them.

“I think you can.” He kisses the corner of my mouth, whispering, “No, I know you can.” He stops tugging but keeps a firm hold on my thong, leaving it lodged between my folds.

“You keep your eyes on me and keep rocking your hips,” he encourages, rubbing my nipple between his fingers.

“Yeah, just like that. You’re doing so good. You’re almost there, aren’t you?”

I break out into a sweat, feeling embarrassed and aroused as I grind myself into practically nothing. He’s hardly playing with my nipple, hardly doing anything really, but it’s enough that I feel my body tighten with anticipation.

“Y-yeah,” I sputter.

He smirks and leans down until I feel his breath on my ear. “Hurry up and come.”

“Why?” I stupidly ask, feeling dazed.

“Because I said so.” It’s so fucking arrogant and slightly demeaning, but it causes my entire body to seize and the orgasm to burst.

I drop my head to his chest, swallowing back the moan that threatens to spill out as my body spasms against him. He holds me close to him, arms wrapped around my back in a hot embrace.

I’m not sure how long we stand here but the spasms don’t stop, only become faint over time. “Oh my gosh.”

“I told you before and I’ll tell you again, you have a really needy pussy, Jos. What would you do without me?”

I weakly hum. “I’d be fine. I have my fingers and toys.” Although they wouldn’t do anything as amazing as he does.

He pulls back to stare down at me. “You have them?”

“Yeah, not many, but I do.”

He groans, dropping his forehead to mine. “I’m not going to make it all night.”

I stupidly smile and try to pry away from him, but he doesn’t let me. “Let go. I need to clean myself up.”

“Fuck that, you’re going to feel what I did to you.” He grips my hip with one hand and adjusts himself with the other. God, he’s so huge, it did nothing for him. “If another guy comes up to you, I want you to remember this and feel what I do to you. Because only I can do this to you. Only me.”

I clench my thighs from the roughness of his words, feeling how wet and sticky they are. God, he sounds so hot and possessive. “Okay, at least let me fix my thong.”

“No. You’re going to stay just like that and once we get home, I’ll help you clean up.”

I wonder how much Pen and Vi will hate me if I leave now?

“Interesting how the same color lip gloss you were wearing is now on Daniel’s face.” Vienna’s gaze darts to his face and back to me.

When we returned to the bar area, he got pulled away to play pool by a couple of guys on the team. He must feel us staring because he turns and his heated eyes collide with mine. He winks at me and turns but not before I catch the glitter on his cheeks and the glimmer on the seam of his lips.

“Yeah, interesting.” I lift my shoulder in a half shrug, shifting on my feet only to feel the lace graze my clit.

I take a sip of my drink and relish the cool liquid and how it helps me sort of mellow out. The thong is buried deep in my pussy, and every time I move, it rubs against my clit. It’s also drenched, making my thighs slick with my arousal.

It should feel uncomfortable, but I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been. I’m also restless, frustrated, and ready to come again.

“So, I’m going to pretend I didn’t see Danny’s tongue shoved down your throat.” Penelope stands between us. She scrunches her nose but grins. “I thought clothes were going to come off.”

I choke on my saliva. I knew someone was going to see us, but I didn’t expect his sister of all people.

“Look at his face. He’s practically wearing her lip gloss and he looks proud of it too.” Vi snorts. “Please, so much for getting it out of your system.”

“What?” Pen blanches. “This isn’t the first time?”

Their eyes zero on me, but I draw mine to my Irish mule. I think that’s what it’s called; I’m not too sure, but it’s a St. Patrick’s Day drink. I take a long drink, but I can’t savor the whiskey because they’re scrutinizing me.

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to,” I reply nonchalantly but my body reacts differently, thinking of all the times he’s made me come and the one time he made me squirt. I still can’t believe that happened.

“Oh my gosh, how many times are we talking?” Vienna grips my arms and shakes it. “Do tell all your filthy dirty secrets.”

Pen grimaces but doesn’t beg me to stop talking.

“Are we talking about kissing or coming?”

Both their eyes go round, but their expressions are so different, it’s comical. Vi looks like she’s on the brink of losing her shit, ready to hear every detail. Pen looks disturbed but something else lurks in her eyes. I don’t know how to explain it, but she looks almost happy…I think?

“Why are you—” I abruptly stop mid-sentence, locking in on a familiar face.

I normally wouldn’t look or care, but his face looks different. There’s a nasty slight yellowish-green bruise on the left side of his face.

The last time he looked busted up was when Daniel punched him because of Amanda. Did he do it again? Is Amanda right? Will he eventually end up back with her?

I drink, hoping it’ll numb the sinking feeling in my stomach.

I shouldn’t care. Right from the get-go I knew he might still be stuck on her. I let him use me to distract himself because in some way I’m doing the same. Distracting myself from the emptiness… though it’s been a while since I felt the aching void that felt endless, on a loop.

Who am I kidding though? I was never using him to distract myself. I did it because I liked what he did to me. I like him.

“What are you—oh.” Pen tracks my field of vision and looks a little too smug when she grins. “He deserved that.”

Does she want them back together? I’m going to throw up.

“Who are you talking about?” Vi scans the bar with a puzzled expression.

“Bryson,” she says with disdain. “Danny warned him.”

“Wait, Josie’s ex? What happened?” Vi asks a little too eagerly while I hope that I get drunk fast enough, I don’t hear. “Why did Danny warn him? What did he warn him about?”

Her curious eyes bounce between Pen and me, but I shrug indifferently, at least I hope I do.

“You don’t know?” Pen asks me.

“About Daniel punching Bryson over Amanda? Yeah, I?—”

She scoffs but her brows arc in surprise, then flit to the pool tables before she looks at me. “No, he didn’t punch Bryson over Amanda. This was over you. I can’t believe Danny didn’t tell you.”

I’m taken aback, my cup suspended in the air. “Over me?”

“The first time was a warning. The second time was Bryson fucking around and finding out.”

I reel back in astonishment, shaking my head in disbelief. “But Bryson said—I thought—are you sure?”

Her eyes narrow. “What did Bryson say?”

“That it was over Amanda. I figured it was true because they dated for a while and well, I don’t know. I figured Daniel got jealous or something.”

She rolls her eyes. “If that was the case, Danny would’ve done something a long time ago.

The worst he did when he found out she cheated was yell at Bryson, but he hasn’t done anything since then.

That’s until you. A month or so ago, he was talking shit about you in the locker room.

Daniel punched and warned him not to do it again.

The second time was on the first Friday of this month, I think.

I don’t know what was said after their game but all I know is that Danny didn’t hold back. ”

My jaw falls open. I close my mouth, but it goes slack again. “He said he accidentally punched the wall because Angel moved and?—”

“Oh, shit.” She winces. “I guess you weren’t supposed to know. Ugh, I don’t know why he didn’t tell you, but I promise he meant well. Don’t be mad.”

It must be the expression that I’m making because she studies me with caution, but Vienna has a megawatt grin on her face.

“I need to go talk to him.” I march over to him, not sure how to feel about what she just told me.

“Wait, Josie!” Pen calls behind me. “Don’t be mad!”

I ignore her and as I get closer, Daniel spots me. His lips cast downward at my face, and he stares at me with concern.

“Jos, what’s wrong?” he asks once I’m standing in front of him.

“Why did you punch Bryson?”