Reckless (Thoughtless, #3)(113)

Griffin looked around the room, then at the wall of shifting bodies on the other side of the glass. “We need chicks,” he muttered.

The owner instantly gave him all of his attention. Snapping his fingers at the remaining waitress, he asked Griffin, “Do you prefer blondes, brunettes, or redheads?”

Griffin smiled; it made me nauseous. “All of the above.”

The owner returned Griffin’s sickening smile. He lifted an eyebrow and glanced at Kellan. “I’m assuming nothing less than a perfect ten?”

Griffin nodded, his eager grin growing. The owner gave the “perfect ten” waitress beside him a quick glance and she turned to leave. Griffin called out after her, “I need at least a dozen!” She nodded and disappeared.

I narrowed my eyes at both Griffin and the sleazy club owner. I didn’t realize you could order women as easily as you could order drinks. Kellan and I settled into a velveteen couch as I struggled to control my stomach. Kellan whispered into my hair, “We can leave any time.” I nodded, but I knew that wasn’t really true. I wasn’t going to leave my sister’s boyfriend here in Easy Hookup Land.





Chapter 20


Enough





Our champagne arrived and was dramatically poured into fluted glasses. Kellan and I clinked ours together right as the “entertainment” arrived. Much to Griffin’s delight, a parade of hot women streamed into the room. They all seemed to be models in tight shirts, tight pants, or tight skirts. Maybe there was a convention in town? Tittering and giggling, the colorful assortment of eye candy floated around the room like cheap perfume. A handful stopped by Sienna’s lounge chair, one or two sat with a disinterested Evan and a red-faced Matt, and a half-dozen flocked around King Griffin. The rest made a beeline for Kellan. In a rather aggressive move on my part, I hopped onto Kellan’s lap, slinging my arms around his neck. Back off, bitches. They didn’t, but they kept a greater distance than they probably would have if I hadn’t. As the girls were handed glasses of alcohol by the waitresses, Kellan leaned in and told me, “I like you possessively sitting on me. Maybe we should hire the girls to follow us around everywhere?”

I made a face at his comment, but I couldn’t hold onto it; his grin was just too darn provocative. In answer to his ridiculous proposal, I shifted my weight on his lap, grinding against him in all the right places. His eyes lit up. Grabbing my drink, he placed it on a waitress’s tray as she walked by. “We need to dance,” he stated. He stood up, and I had no choice but to stand up with him.

Several of the girls around joined us in the center of the smooth hardwood floor. Facing Kellan, I ignored them; he ignored them too. Hands low on my waist, he pulled our hips together until we were straddling each other. We moved together in intimate ways that spoke volumes about our true relationship. None of the visiting girls seemed to catch on that Kellan was taken though—at least, not by me.

Some of them kept looking between Kellan and Sienna, but since Sienna was merely watching Kellan with hooded eyes and not throwing a diva-sized tantrum at his seductive dancing, the girls felt just fine being flirtatious with him. As much as Kellan’s hands were all over me, their hands were all over him. I had to remove wandering palms from his chest more than once. Kellan shook his head as he batted hands away from his ass. You would think he was a lucky charm by how often he was being stroked. Well, I suppose he was, in a way. I felt lucky being with him.

The thumping beat filled the low-lit room. While I melded my body to Kellan’s, I kept an eye on the other boys. Matt and Evan weren’t an issue. They were animatedly having a conversation between themselves. Matt was showing Evan guitar chords in the air, while Evan nodded, a wide smile on his face. It wouldn’t surprise me in the least if the two were dreaming up a new song. The girls around them looked at a loss as to how to get their attention. I wanted to walk over and tell them to save their time and just enjoy their free Cristal. Matt and Evan weren’t going to do anything to hurt their beloved girlfriends.

Slightly to the left of the two D-Bags was Sienna. When she wasn’t staring at Kellan, she was flirting with a couple of boys that looked straight out of an Abercrombie ad. I guess the owner thought it was only fair to bring her a couple of treats too. She flicked her hair over her shoulder, exposing her elegant neckline. I could see her laughing, her eyes roving over the boys’ bodies, as she fostered their hope that they had a chance with her. But her gaze always returned to Kellan. Always.

Threading my fingers through Kellan’s hair, I pulled him a little closer to me; our chests were touching now too. Kellan’s smile turned devilish as he focused solely on me. He smelled incredible, and his lips were so tantalizingly close. His hands were making patterns on my back—up the sides, around to my neck, down my spine, over my backside. I thought about having those hands on my bare skin and felt the rush of desire tingle me. Remembering that we had a hotel room waiting for us, I considered his offer of leaving this strange, private party. Then I remembered why I couldn’t.

With trepidation, I looked around for Griffin. I found him tongue deep in some blonde. I immediately stiffened as pure venom seeped through my veins. Anna pours her heart out and this is how he repays her? What a prick! Kellan and I stopped dancing as I stared at Griffin cupping the girl’s ass in front of him, while two more women hung off his arms. A vibrant redhead had her hands inside his pants. I was so pissed I could hardly see straight. I broke away from Kellan to give Griffin a piece of my mind, but Kellan yanked me back into his arms. My eyes bored holes into Griffin as Kellan’s lips touched my ear.