“What happens when I give it up to you? Will I go back to being nothing in the morning? I’m not ready to deal with that kind of shit yet, Hero. I need to know that I’m not just another notch on your bedpost before I just open my heart and body to you like this again. “
Dani slams the door as she exits and leaves me on the bed wondering what the fuck I did wrong now.
I don’t know what came over me to bolt like that. I was just about to surrender everything to him when my brain finally kicked back in after a mind blowing orgasm. Jesus, I didn’t know I could feel that way with anyone but my battery operated boyfriend. Hero skyrocketed to the best sexual experience of my life with just using his tongue and a finger. The thought of the addition of his dick into the mix makes me quiver all over again. Stop thinking about it, Dani. He’s not ready for what you have to give yet.
Until he can prove to me he wants more than a one-night stand, he’s never getting close to my pussy again. Watching him break down in the shower must have affected my brain to give in as far as I did. I meant what I said about being tested. Taking one good look at the girls in this club and knowing his sexual drive, it’s a wonder his dick hasn’t rotted off already. The newest development in our tumultuous relationship doesn’t bode well for living in the same room with him. I just need to avoid him as much as I can and stick to being around him in large groups.
Walking down the hall to my old room, I notice it remains unoccupied. The door still needs to be replaced, but I’m so damn tired that I just don’t care if anyone walks in on me. Settling into my old bed, I drift off to sleep quickly. My screaming orgasm exhausted me, and if I am going to continue to battle head to head with Hero, I am going to need my beauty rest.
The feeling that I’m being watched awakens me a few hours later. Seeing two bright blue eyes staring at me startles me and I fall out of the bed.
“Shit, Bubbles. You need to wear a bell or something. Next time, don’t fucking sneak up on me, okay?” I tell her, panting with the adrenaline coursing through my veins. “A girl can only take so much after first waking up.”
Bubbles giggles uncontrollably as I try to pick myself up off the floor. “Did you need something or were you just in the vicinity and wanted to make me pee my pants?” Bubbles continues to laugh until she’s nearly in tears. “Stop laughing at me!” I yell.
“Sorry,” she says between breaths. “I didn’t expect you to react like that. I thought you were just pretending to be asleep. Why the hell are you in your old room? Trouble in paradise with Hero already?”
Narrowing my eyes, I think about what happened earlier. Knock that shit off, Dani. Do not think about Hero’s face buried between your legs. That’s a no-go. Yes, he knows how to use his tongue like the devil sweet talking a saint, but he’s not the guy for you.
“I don’t want to talk about Hero. I would like to know what warranted my odd wake-up call. Did you need help with something? Another bar fight you’d like me to start?”
Bubbles’ smile fades at the mention of the bar fight with Trax. I still partially blame her for lying to me and getting me into that mess. She knew better than to bring a woman without a patch into a club party. Deep down, I think that maybe she did it on purpose to win favor with Hero. Nothing screams pick me over her than watching me heel stomp a man’s balls. Just thinking about watching Trax scream in pain brings a sick smile to my face. Jesus, what has this club done to me? I used to be a good girl.
“I am sorry about that, Dani. I didn’t know what to do, and I needed help. I guess I didn’t think about you not being well-known with the other clubs. It’s entirely my fault for that. Will you forgive me?” she pleas.
“Yeah, it’s water under the bridge at this point. Hopefully Trax’s balls will heal okay. I’d hate to have left a lasting heel impression in his crown jewels.” Bubbles looks almost relieved that I easily forgive her but quite frankly, she’s one of the few friends that I have here. If it weren’t for her or Ruby, I’d have no one to talk to besides Hero, and that’s out of the fucking question right now. I know neither one of them is happy about the room arrangement with Hero, but it wasn’t my choice. If Hero were the only person I had left to interact with, his smooth voice and mouthwatering body would just charm me out of my panties, and I’d be back to square one again. At least I’ll always have Slider. The bastard still thinks he can charm his way into my pants with the smolder. He’s watched Tangled way too many times to think that would work on me.
“I was wondering…” she asks nervously.
“Out with it, Bubbles. I’d like to go back to sleep before dawn.”
“I was wondering if you wanted to join the old ladies and us in a girls’ night out party. Now that the war is over, we want to go out and celebrate their win and the lifting of lockdown.”
She can’t be serious. A night out at a bar, dressed up as a hooker, with sloppy drunk old ladies and literal hookers? There’s no way in hell that even remotely sounds like a good idea. Knowing how they acted at Red’s the night I met Hero, I can only imagine what they would do without male supervision.
“Nah. I think I’m going to pass and catch up on my sleep. Thanks for the invite, though.”
“Oh come on, Dani. You need to live a little. Besides, if you stay here, you might want to know that Raze hired some strippers to entertain the guys while we were out. I’m sure you don’t want to see that spectacle.”
Shit, she had me at strippers. I didn’t need to see what those men would do with women that were paid to like them after seeing how they acted with the regular girls. Why do I always get talked into this shit?
“Sure, how long do I have to get ready?”
“Oh, don’t worry, Dani. I brought something with me. Just the thing in case you said yes. Nothing says ‘torture Hero’ like a mini dress and fuck me heels. You’ll have him begging for forgiveness for whatever the asshole did now. Come on, let’s get you dolled up and ready to party!” Bubbles screams for joy and begins the beautification process.
Between her and Ruby, they paint my face, style my hair, and stuff me into a dress two sizes too small and about six inches too short. Add in the six-inch death traps strapped to my feet and I am modeling the look to interview for the newest club mama at Heaven’s Rejects. Ricca would be proud. Damn, I miss her. I hope she’s okay. Walking down the stairs is near impossible to do without holding onto the railing. I think Bubbles and Ruby picked these shoes out specifically to off me. In fact, I’m sure of it. Finally landing on the first floor, I quickly walk to the door so no one sees me in this getup, but I’m caught just inches from the door.
“Whoa there, Dani baby. Looking good, doll face. You sure you want to go out looking like that? You could always stay here with me and have a little fun, “Voodoo cat-calls. “I’d much rather have you on the stage tonight than these washed-out strippers.”
Hero walks into the room just as Voodoo finishes hitting on me. Anger fills his face as he stalks over to me and hauls my ass outside. Pressing me against the closed door, he pins me from escaping.
“What the fuck, Dani? Who dressed you like this?”
“Bubbles and Ruby,” I admit. “I thought you’d like me dressed like one of your whores.”