Only For You

Misunderstanding - 31

It was certainly impressive, and ten times better than the little parties I went to during high school as Meg had promised.

There was already a large crowd on the dance floor. It was a blur of colours, a single mass moving in harmony to the music, drinks in hand and laughing with their friends.

I was disappointed as I surveyed the crowd and didn't see those familiar deep blue eyes.

However, I was desperate to join. I pulled Meg into the throng of people, we got pushed and dragged into the middle of the crowd. We danced together. We dance with other people. At one stage a circle formed around us, cheering us on as we moved. It was thrilling and riveting, the music felt to be part of me, my dance partners just another limb.

After an hour, I was tired, my feet sore, but I wasn't ready to stop. I still hadn't had a drink yet so I made my way over to the bar and ordered a 'sex on the beach' cocktail. I grabbed the glass and made my way over to Elijah and Meg who were waiting at the base of the stairs leading to the mezzanine.

"You really want to go up there?" I asked brows raised.

"Yes, and you are coming with us." Meg grabbed my hand and started pulling me up the stairs.

"Are you sure you don't want to be up there alone." I smirked nodding me head towards Elijah. He didn't seem to hear me but Meg did as she slapped me across the shoulder, I could see her trying to contain a smile.

"No, you are coming, maybe you will be able to see your suitor." She teased.

I reluctantly followed the two up the stairs, as I reached the top the smell of sex, weed and alcohol hit me immediately. I scanned the small crowd slowly.

There were couches and pillows scattered across the floor, curtains lined the wall, one was open revealing an empty bed inside. I tried not to imagine what was going on behind the closed ones.

A lump built in my throat as my eyes finally found Hunter and settled on his face, which was currently getting licked by a dark skinned beauty. There was a red head on his other knee who was trailing kisses across his neck.

Hunter was sitting in a relaxed position, legs sprawled wide, his arms around the two girls and his head thrown back.

"Fucking idiot." I heard Meg murmur from behind me.

"Who cares." I replied, trying to make my voice sound steady. Instead it came out in a pathetic, strangled whisper.

It wasn't a big deal, I told myself, we were never really together and he had never told me he actually had real feelings for me.

He looked fucking hot and that was the problem, he was wearing black trousers, his muscles tightening the fabric. He had on a black button up, the top few buttons were undone, one of the girls hands currently inside the shirt. The sleeves where rolled up to his elbows and I could clearly see the muscles in his forearms, the veins racing there way up his arm.

I kept on watching as he looked up, his eyes settling on mine, they widened as he realised the view I was currently seeing, the widened further when he saw Meg standing next to me. He then scowled when he saw Elijah on my other side.

How many emotions just ran through his fucking head, I laughed to myself.

"Girl, go over there and tell them to fuck off." Meg insisted.

"I don't think so, it's not like we were ever together." I said to her, yet I kept my eyes on Hunter.

"Trust me, he'll love it." Meg said.

I thought for a second, the heat that was between us, the rawness of the sex we had together, the truth that he had spilled with me.

"Fuck it." I breathed.

I walked over to Hunter, swishing my hips. I could feel Hunters eyes stare down every inch of me, as if he was devouring me from afar.

I stopped directly in front of Hunter, crossing my arms.

The two girls sitting on Hunters lap looked at me as if i were dirt on their shoe. I smiled.

"Thank you for keeping my seat warm for me girls." I said sweetly at them. They looked at Hunter, expecting him to tell me to fuck off, he just kept his eyes stuck on me, I saw a smile try to stretch across his lips.

The girls grumbled under their breath as they stood from Hunter's lap and walked away.

I stood for a few seconds, Hunter and I staring at each other, no words spoken.

"Are you going to sit?" Hunter drawled. "You did. just scare off my company with your menacing looks, the best you could do is provide me with something better." There was no warmth in his voice.

I sat down on Hunters lap, mainly for show. Hunter and I still had un-spoken words that lingered between us as I leaned back. His arm snaked around my waist, the other rested on my bare thigh. He leaned towards me.

"This is where you want to be right. My lap, no one else's." Hunter whispered into my ear. I felt my body heat up at his words. I put my arm around his neck, turning towards his ear.

"I would prefer to be on the ground before you." I purred, my lips grazing his lobe. My other hand pushed against the hardness pressing through his pants.

He grunted into my ear at the pressure. His grip on my thigh tightening.

"So you and Elijah?" He asked, jealousy was written across his face, it made me smile slightly.

"God no." I replied, shocked. "There is something going on with him and Meg." I hastily added.

"Seriously?" He said, surprised.

"You've lived with them your whole life and you've never noticed." I said brow raised.

"I suppose I was too focused on someone else." He whispered. I felt a shiver as his words caressed the shell of my ear.

"Did I forgot to tell you that i'm not wearing underwear." I purred.

He jolted slightly in shock. "Your kidding." He said.

"Do you see anywhere I could hide the straps in this dress." I said innocently, pointing to the part where my hip bent. His hand on my waist slipped down as he slid his fingers through the chains.

"Is this commando business going to be a usual occurrence?" He said as his fingers circled my hip.

"Yes." I breathed.

"Good." He said as his hand on my thigh slid up high until it reached the wetness pooling at my core.

He gave me a predatory smile as he swept me in his arms and walked us towards one of the curtained off beds.