Chapter 3

Ever been fucked

June's Pov

The bass was so loud I could feel it in my chest, rattling through my ribs. Lights moved red and purple across the crowded dance floor, as people grind on each other.

Some dancing, some making out right in the middle of the dance floor, while others with liquor bottles in hand were already drunk.

I sat stiffly on a barstool and turned to Roxy who was leaning over the counter, and ordering drinks for us.

She looked completely at home here, seducingly smiling at the bartender, while swaying her hips to the music.

I felt like a fish who was dropped on the wrong shore. I didn’t even know why I’d agreed to come.

I guess because I’d never stepped foot in a nightclub before. Or maybe it was Kyle’s voice still in my head, mocking me, and reminding me that I was nothing but a boring nerd who could never do half the things Hannah did.

Roxy slid one of the glasses toward me. “So… ever been fucked?” she asked smirking. I choked coughing as the burn of alcohol rushed down my throat, making my face go hot.

Roxy turned to the dance floor, watching the crowd with a small smile on her lips.

Still recovering, I cleaned my mouth with the back of my hand. “H-how do you even know that?” I stammered.

She chuckled, leaning in close enough for me to catch her perfume under the heavy mix of people's sweat and booze. “I knew the minute I saw you upstairs… lusting over your stepbrother’s ass.”

Heat flamed across my cheeks turning my stomach from embarrassment. “You’re not gonna… tell him, right?”

“Of course not,” Roxy said with mischief. “I’m not the type to go around exposing a sweet little stepsister who wants to be fucked by her soon-to-be brother.”

I swallowed hard, more embarrassed, while my fingers tightened on the glass.

“Come on, I won't tell okay” she said suddenly, taking my wrist. “But I’ve got some people you should meet.”

I followed her, along with my drink feeling alittle reassured, as she led the way up the narrow stairs that overlooked the club. The lights goes red across her hair, and the bass only grew stronger the higher we climbed.

Halfway up, Roxy stopped, turned to me, and asked casually, “So… do you want to be fucked?”

I nearly missed a step. My foot slipped, and I would’ve fallen if a strong hand hadn’t grabbed me from behind.

“Easy there, sweetheart,” a deep voice said, steadying me by the elbow.

My heart, still going fast from more than just the near-fall, glanced back at the stranger, who smiled at me before he climbed past me.

“Thanks,” I said weakly after him, my voice drowned out by the music.

“I…” I started turning to face Roxy who'd continue going up the steps, “I don’t know. I’ve tried but… it never works. The only time I actually wanted it…was when I saw my soon-to-be stepbrother inside you. That was the only time. But maybe I’m just pathetic. Maybe Kyle was right.”

Roxy stopped, glanced back at me, her lips going into that dangerous smirk like back in the Hart's pool.

“I could try,” I added quickly, surprising myself with the words.

“Great,” she said simply, then turned to keep walking. Then over her shoulder she tossed, “Because I have just the one for you.”

We reached the top of the stairs, the bass going harder up here it was like it had its own player.

Roxy pushed me toward the right, which was an opened dark lounge, where a few groups of hot people were seated across some couches.

Some hot, breathtaking guys sat back with drinks in their hands, with a few girls on their laps, making out, while a couple didn’t even bother looking ashamed, as his hand was up in his girl's skirt, her legs spread across his lap as he fingered her right there.

Her soft moans filled the lounge but were covered by the music.

I froze, swallowing, while my whole body remained stiff.

My eyes moved to the side landing on another guy who seemed to be wearing something entirely different from the rest of the guys.

Fuck.

Here I was thinking Mr. Blackwood was hot. This guy was... ten times hotter. I mean a younger version, like Mr. Blackwood if you added every beautiful sin included and every temptation into one man.

His black hair was combed back in waves, which was hotter than anything I've ever seen.

His jawline was all hard lines made of perfection too.

And his arms, veins, was everything you'd want in your own man. His black long sleeves were rolled up, showing some few tattoos peeking along his tan skin.

His shirt was open at the chest, showing his solid body underneath, and a small diamond chain catching the dim light.

A black watch was around his wrist, costing thousands of dollars, maybe more.

He sat with his legs spread wide, a glass tumbler of dark liquor balanced in one hand, and he looked so intimidatingly powerful it made my thighs press together instantly.

Who the hell wears suit wears to a nightclub? He did. And somehow, it made him look even hotter.

My sex throbbed instantly, no shame about it. I could even feel it going not only hotter, but wetter and needier than I’d ever felt in my entire life.

And watching him lounge there, with his chest open, and his tumbler in hand I suddenly wanted the tumbler gone, and his hands inside me.

I wanted him to finger me just like his friend was doing to that girl, maybe harder, until I cried out from pleasure from the feeling.

How could someone be this beautiful?

It was obvious Briarwood hills were packed with hot men which was ....very unfair?

Heat traveled down my throat, and before I could pull my eyes away, Roxy leaned in, her lips going into a wicked smirk.

“How about a game, June?” she purred. “Truth or dare?”