Chapter 2: Playboy on all Fours🥵

[Kyla]

The bass vibrating through the floorboards of the abandoned warehouse was so heavy I could feel it in my teeth. The air inside was suffocating, thick with the smell of alcohol, sweat, and expensive perfume.

Jax handed me a sleek, black half-mask at the door. I slipped it over my eyes, the leather cool against my skin.

The moment the mask was on, a wild rush of adrenaline hit my bloodstream. The warehouse was bathed in deep, blood-red lighting and shadows. No one knew who I was. For tonight, I wasn't Kyla the star quarterback. I was just a guy looking for a release.

Jax slapped my shoulder, already eyeing two girls in lace masks grinding against the wall. "See you on the other side, Ky," he yelled over the music, instantly disappearing into the crowd.

I waded through the sea of writhing bodies. The deeper I went, the wilder it got. People were openly hooking up on couches and in dark corners, hands wandering without a single care. I spotted a few gorgeous girls casting looks my way, but every time I thought about approaching one, a frustrating restlessness crawled under my skin.

I blamed the heat. I blamed the alcohol. But if I was being completely honest, my mind kept flashing back to the locker room. I kept feeling the ghost of Leo’s hands gripping my hips, his chest flush against my back, the sheer size of him making me feel completely caged.

"Fuck," I muttered, aggressively rubbing the back of my neck. I came here to forget about Leo, not obsess over him.

Needing to clear my head, I pushed away from the crowded dance floor and wandered down a long, pitch-black hallway where the bass was muffled. The air was cooler here. I leaned against the wall, tilting my head back to take a deep breath.

I never even heard the footsteps.

A strong hand clamped hard onto my shoulder. Before I could react, I was violently yanked forward and then slammed backward into the wall. The impact knocked the wind right out of my lungs.

A towering figure stepped flush against me, caging me in. He was wearing a dark mask that hid his face, but his sheer size was terrifying. His broad shoulders blocked out the dim red light from the hallway. His chest was a solid wall of muscle, pressing so hard against mine I could feel his heart hammering.

"Hey, what the…"

My words were cut off as a large, rough hand clamped firmly over my mouth. The stranger leaned in, his hot breath ghosting right over the sensitive skin of my neck. He shifted his weight, pinning my hips to the wall and pressing his lower half firmly into mine. A thick, rock-hard bulge ground directly against my thigh, sending an involuntary, electric shock straight down to my toes.

Panic spiked in my chest, but it was immediately swallowed by a dark, filthy wave of pure arousal. My body reacted instantly, completely betraying me.

Before I could even try to push him away, the stranger’s other hand dropped to my waist, gripping my hip with an iron, possessive strength. He hauled me off the wall and dragged me backward down the hall. I stumbled, my boots scrambling on the floorboards, but his grip was unrelenting. He was handling me like I weighed absolutely nothing.

He kicked open a door at the end of the hall, shoved me into a pitch-black bedroom, and slammed the door shut behind us.

The lock clicked with a sharp, terrifying snap.

Total darkness.

Before I could catch my balance, his strong hand grabbed the back of my shirt and hurled me forward. I hit the edge of a mattress, sprawling out on my stomach and gasping for air. I scrambled to push myself up on all fours, my heart threatening to burst right out of my ribcage.

The mattress dipped heavily right behind me. A large, scorching hot hand clamped down on the back of my neck, forcing my head down and holding me completely still in the dark.

I was trapped. And God help me, I didn't want to run.