And we were all looking at her like she wasn’t sixteen.
“Well, you know what I say?” Damon chimed in, blowing out a stream of smoke. “As long as they’re old enough to crawl, they’re in the right position.”
Will scrunched up his face. “Aw, you’re sick!” he said, laughing.
I shook my head, ignoring the stupid remark. Damon was fucked up.
Sure, he was joking.
But there was also always some truth to anything he said. Women were as inanimate as rocks to him. Something to be used.
Will and Damon finished off a few more beers, and people came over to say hi and catch up. Since I’d been away all summer, training and traveling, I hadn’t seen anyone in a long time. Hopefully spirits were higher now with the Devil’s Night festivities to give everyone a small high and remind the team who they used to be.
I set down my drink, listening to Will and Kai talk to a few people standing around the booth, but when I glanced up to check on Rika on the dance floor, I instantly grew uneasy, seeing that she was gone.
Scanning the area, I found her friends still dancing, looking like they were getting pretty hot, and then I turned my head, finally spotting her climbing the stairs to the next level.
Just then, she turned her head, locking eyes with me over her shoulder as she continued to climb. I stood up on the seat and hopped over the back of the booth, landing on the floor.
I kept my eyes on her back as I followed her up the stairs, past loiterers standing about, and turned right, making my way up another set of stairs. The space was now completely empty of people and prying eyes.
The metal grate flooring under me led to a large window near the left corner, and I saw her standing there in the dark, gazing out into the night with the music and noise two stories below and far away from us.
What the hell was I doing?
“I like my house from here,” she said quietly. “You can see the lanterns. It looks almost magical.”
I came up to stand behind her, looking out into the darkness. Sure enough, you could make out our homes in the distance since they sat at a higher elevation. The houses weren’t visible, shrouded in trees as they were, but the estates were well-lit and clear. In reality, it was about a half mile between her house and mine, but from here it looked like only a few inches.
“Thank you for tonight,” she offered. “I know it doesn’t mean anything, but I felt good for the first time in a long time. And excited, scared, happy…” She trailed off and then finished in a quieter tone, “Powerful.”
I looked down at her, shadows of rain dancing across the light hair on top of her head.
Rika was a lot like I was a few years ago. Confused, caged, and corruptible. The most valuable lesson anyone learns in life should be learned as early as possible. That you don’t have to live in the reality someone else had invented. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. Ever.
Redefine normal. None of us know the full measure of our power until we start pushing our boundaries and pressing our luck, and the more we do, the less we care what others think. The freedom feels too good.
I breathed in the hint of perfume her body still held, feeling high with need. God, I wanted to touch her. It had been building all night.
“I wonder what it’s like to be you sometimes,” she admitted. “To walk into rooms and have respect. To be so loved by everyone.” And then she turned her head to the side, looking up at me with those big, blue eyes, begging me. “To want something and take it.”
Jesus.
“You were watching me on the dance floor,” she whispered. “You never look at me, but you were watching me tonight.”
Pain twisted my gut, struggling to resist, but it was no use. I slid my hand around the front of her neck anyway and pulled her back into my chest, holding her tighter than I should.
“How can I not?” I breathed in her ear, squeezing my eyes shut. “You’re getting very hard not to notice.”
She whimpered, arching her body and pressing her ass into my cock. I opened my eyes, seeing her tits jut out, and I couldn’t take it.
Moving my hand into her hair, I fisted it at the back of her scalp and pulled her head back to me, her full, parted lips begging for mine.
She moaned, sending all of my blood straight to my dick.
I should tear away. She was only sixteen.
Fuck.
I hovered my lips over hers, sliding my other hand over her chest and feeling her jerk when I cupped her breast with my hand.
“Michael,” she groaned, breathing hard and squeezing her eyes shut.
“So soft,” I whispered over her lips, feeling the warmth of her breath as I kneaded her in my hand. “My brother thinks you’re his… and all I ever did was try to deny that I wanted you for myself.”
She licked her lips, trying to dart up and catch mine, but I pulled back, hiding my smile
as I played.
“Michael,” she whined, sounding desperate.
“Is that true?” I pressed. “Are you his?”