Page 37 of Stone: The Precursor

I grab her arm and pull her closer. “You were kissing him on the side of the house? Jace’s house!?”

She grins like a Cheshire cat. “Yup. He lifted me right on the side of the house, with me dressed in a full gown. I wrapped my legs around his waist and hung on, and Jesus Christ, can the man kiss. I was melting just from his lips and tongue.”

“What happened?” I’m feeling tingles imagining it.

“I was ready to go to pound town, my panties were to the side and his fingers were right about to dive right in, but your brother started beating that asshole to a pulp and Riggs rushed inside. He hasn’t touched me since.”

“At least he kissed you,” I grumble.

She frowns. “Sexy Stone hasn’t touched you?”

“Nope. Well, no, that’s a lie. He touched my face for a second. And we talked for a moment at the wedding, but other than that. Nothing. He watches me, but that’s about it.”

“Yeah,” she whispers, “He’s watching all right. He hasn’t stopped looking at you.”

“Then why won’t he do something?” I hiss, annoyed all over again.

“Fuck if I know. Men are weird. Maybe it will happen tonight?”

“Fingers crossed,” I reply.

“Well, I’m going to try and get some dick of my own tonight. It’s been a dry month, even with me masturbating like a savage. Wish me luck.” She moves towards the tall blonde man leaning against the wall of the club. He crosses his arms, and his face is predatory. Jesus. He is hot, not as hot as Stone, but I can see why Jacks was willing to let him fuck her against a wall.

“Hey, sexy.”

The hand cupping my ass makes me blink in shock. I spin around and spot a tall man, a man who is not the one I want touching me. I lean away in disgust. It’s the same guy from before. I thought I got rid of him and his foul breath.

“You ready to dance? Teasing me worked, baby. I want you even more.” He puts his hands on my hips and pulls me toward him. I slap them away, not wanting to feel his dick or have his hands under my short skirt. He chuckles, as if my refusal is funny. Puffs of air hit my face. My nose twitches at the smell. Again with the stinky breaths. He looks just as ridiculous as he did before with the fucking lobsters on his shirt. He’s even more drunk now, slurring and spitting on me when he talks. “Feisty! I love it!”

“I wasn’t teasing you!” I yell over the music. “Back up!” He ignores the push on his chest and keeps crowding me, making it difficult to get away. Seconds later, Stone is next to him. Holy shit, that was fast. He crowds Lobster Boy, and the look on his face is downright evil. Lobster boy looks like he’s in pain. Stone whispers in his ear, and the man’s skin pales to a sickening shadeof white. What the hell is he telling him? Onyx appears next to Stone and says something to his friend. I can’t make out a word, and Onyx’s lips barely move. The next thing I know, Onyx is leading out Lobster boy, who looks like he’s having trouble staying upright.

Stone approaches me. Those dark eyes lock on mine, and when he’s inches from me, I look up into his face. He’s so fucking sexy, my eyes feast on his tattoos. I still haven’t had a chance to catalog them all. The small black heart under his eye and the other small designs on his face add to his appeal. My favorite is the small dagger by his temple. I’ve never met anyone like him, and I want to know everything about him. Where he got them and why they are on his face. My eyes shift again, taking in his scar. That scar is one of the best things about his face. The mystery surrounding how he acquired it and why remains on my mind forever. It missed his eye somehow. However he got it, it was a serious injury, that much I’m sure of.

My lungs expand when he leans down close to my face, a smoky, fruity smell on his breath hooks me in, and I want to taste it on my tongue. He’s like a drug.

“Don’t let him stop you.”

“What?” I whisper. “Who?”

His eyes are trained on my mouth, and his face angles down to my ear. I shiver, feeling his warm breath. I swear his lips touch my lobe. “Dance.”

It feels like he’s saying to dance for him, and I watch him walk back to the wall, and I do just what he says, feeling even more turned on when he moves into the dark corner. I can’t see him, but I know he can see me. I move my hips, feeling powerful and sexy.

Chapter 19

I light my cigarette and watch from my dark corner, inhaling another lungful of smoke. I’m not supposed to smoke, but no one approaches me; the mean look on my face most likely keeps the other people away.

She’s laughing again, whispering to her friend. They are lost in their own world, twirling, giggling, and shaking their asses. So fucking young.

She leans over and, son of a bitch, her ass cheek is visible. There are no panty lines. It could be a thong. The thought that she might not be wearing panties is explosive. That flash of skin was quick, but it was enough for me to be on full alert. I should spank her ass for that bullshit. That glimpse of smooth skin belongs to me.

My eyes meet Riggs, and he smirks, smug bastard. He looks at Jace, who is preoccupied with his woman, cuddling her pregnant belly, rocking with her. When he starts kissing her, a surge of envy envelopes me.

I turn away from it and go back to watching her. Always her.

Riggs catches my eye again, and I shrug. My behavior is no secret to him. And he’s doing his fair share of watching. Thebeautiful Black woman, Jacqueline, gives him what he wants, but he lets her see him, while I have to stay in the shadows because I can’t let others see me watching her. I never know who’s watching, not to mention her brother. The target on my back is always visible for those who may know who I am. Wearing my cut is risky. Flashing club insignias could put all the people here with us in danger. The Mestizos’ reach is broad and deep, like an octopus, tentacles wrapped around all echelons of life, including the rich, the entitled, and yes, even the politicians.

I almost crush my cigarette between my fingers when I notice lobster shirt douche threading his way through the crowded dance floor towards Camryn. The moment he touches her ass, he’s dead. It doesn’t matter that Camryn is holding her own and pushing him away. He leans too close, not heeding her message. The stupid fucker lost his chance. She saved him the first time, but now he won’t be so lucky.