Stay A Little Longer (Kadia Club Nights Book 2)

by Nicole York

  She bit her bottom lip. “That’s good. And the door is locked?”

  “Yes, they’re always locked on the outside. You need a master key to get in.”

  Cameron swallowed.

  Cole finally faltered. Cameron felt a ripple of pleasure as he took his eyes off hers and looked her up and down. He took his time, drank her in, and reached out to rest a hand on her hip. Something deep inside her threatened to spill over.

  More, she willed. Give me more.

  “For future reference,” Cole said, “you shouldn’t ever follow a strange man into a room nobody else can enter.”

  Her heart raced.

  “You’re handing him the opportunity to do whatever he wants to you on a silver platter,” he explained.

  “Whatever he wants?” she whispered, her breath hitching.

  Cole nodded. His eyes were fixed on her lips now. His hand left her waist to cup her chin, and he ran his thumb along her lower lip. “I’ve been playing a movie in my head all night long of what I’d do to you if I got you alone.”

  Her legs suddenly felt like she’d just finished a two-hour spin class—rubbery and unstable. “Tell me what you would do.” She stepped in closer, so close she could smell his sharp pine aftershave and musk. His thumb still rested on her lip as she grabbed hold of the waistband of his jeans. “Or better yet, show me.”

  Cole got a dark look in his eyes. For a moment, Cameron thought this might be a mistake. For all she knew, he might hurt her. Nobody would hear her crying for help. Nobody would rescue her.

  Then the worry in her gut morphed into white-hot need as he grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her to him. His lips crashed against hers forcefully. His tongue slipped between her teeth and explored her mouth as he backed her up against the windows and pinned her there, the hand at the back of her neck moving to rest under her jaw.

  He kissed her as his other hand slid up the inside of her thigh to her panties. He jerked them aside and she whimpered before he even touched her.

  He paused.

  Cameron tried not to squirm in his grasp.

  “Take a breath,” Cole said.

  Cameron took a deep and steady breath.

  Cole’s fingers grazed her clit. She spread her legs. He tightened his grip on her throat in the most delicious way and she fell perfectly still for him, aching for him to use her how he pleased. Cole’s fingers ran between her folds, teasing and tantalizing her until she was wetter than she’d ever been. When she was ready, he slid deep inside her.

  She cried out with pleasure.

  Cole silenced her with another deep kiss as he began fucking her slowly with his fingers. His grip tightened under her jaw further still until she was aware of nothing but his tongue in her mouth and his fingers in her pussy.

  When he released her and her lungs filled with air, she almost dropped to her knees in gratitude. He spun her around and planted a hand between her shoulder blades to hold her against the window. The glass was cool against her cheek and breasts, which were being crushed as Cole none too gently ripped her panties off.

  Snap.

  Cameron yelped.

  Cole slapped her ass. Hard. She yelped again, and suddenly, he was there, his cheek pressed to hers, his breath fogging the glass along with hers. “Hush,” he breathed.

  She trembled beneath him as he squeezed her ass cheek in one hand. He worked his hand back between her thighs and slid his fingers in her pussy once more. She held on to the delirious cries of pleasure that wanted to escape her and bit her tongue to stay silent as he fucked her. She could hear how wet she was, and as he quickened his pace and pushed up against her G-spot, she broke apart. The cry she tried to hold on to escaped as she came. Her thighs quivered and trembled and Cole patted her pussy as she dripped for him.

  “Good girl,” he growled in her ear.

  Before she could process how quickly he’d given her an orgasm, Cole took his shirt off. She tried to turn to get a good look at him, but he held her in place. She savored the coolness of the glass against her flesh and listened as he unzipped his jeans. His pants fell to the floor. The elastic waistband of his boxers snapped. He pulled his cock out.

  God, she wanted to see him. She wanted to go to her knees for him. She wanted to take him every way he could give it to her.

  But he wasn’t letting her have any say in the matter.

  Cole lifted her right leg, holding it up with one hand under her knee. She braced herself on the glass as his cock pressed up against her swollen, throbbing pussy. She reached down between her thighs and stroked him.

  He was fucking huge.

  “Take it easy on me,” she whispered.

  Cole grabbed a fistful of her hair and craned her head back, forcing her to look at him. “Is that really what you want?”

  Cameron saw fire and ice in those eyes of his. “No.”

  He released her hair, thrust his hips up, and pressed inside her.

  Cameron saw stars. Bright, wonderful, euphoric stars. He gave her all of him, right up to the hilt, and she was shocked she was able to take him. She was that turned on.

  He fucked her deep and slow at first. She struggled to catch her breath and stay quiet as he reached around in front of her with his free hand to rub her clit. The combination was exquisite. A man had never made her feel this way before. Her body responded of its own volition. Her buttocks tightened and her spine curved. Her toes curled and she felt herself tighten around his cock seconds before she came.

  Cole growled in her ear. “You’re so fucking sexy, baby.”

  She wanted to say something back to him but she couldn’t find her voice. It was all she could do to stay on her feet as he pounded her mercilessly against the glass. She came again, harder this time, and after her third orgasm, her knees buckled. Cole held her up and ran a hand up the inside of her dress, tracing her spine.

  “Take this off,” he demanded.

  It was a struggle, but she managed to pull her dress off over her head. She wore no bra, and as soon as she was naked, Cole cupped her breast and pinched her nipples until she squirmed.

  “Come one more time for me,” he said. “I want to feel your pussy tighten like that again.”

  Cameron sighed breathlessly. Her eyes rolled back in her head.

  Cole grabbed her chin and turned her face to him. He pinched her ear between his teeth and worked his way down, nibbling and kissing at her neck. “Come on, baby. You know you want to. Give in. Give in.”

  “Fuck,” Cameron whimpered.

  He pressed his thumb in her mouth. She suckled. He groaned.

  The sound of his pleasure pushed her over the edge. Her body spasmed and another orgasm consumed her, leaving her reveling in an afterglow as Cole pulled out and came on her back. Their labored breathing synced up and he stepped back. Cameron, however, remained where she was, bracing herself against the glass in fear that if she moved away from it she would topple over.

  Her thighs continued to tremble and she closed her eyes, willing herself to find her composure.

  14

  Cole

  Cameron hadn’t moved away from the window, so Cole fetched a towel from the basket on the floor by the sofa and wiped her back. She thanked him with a meek voice and managed to turn from the window.

  He got his first real look at her in that moment.

  She was backlit by the club lights, which were muted flashing shades of pink and blue on the other side of the tinted glass. Her body was incredible, all long, lean lines of muscle and supple flesh. Her body had felt taut in his hands, her breasts full and firm, her ass perky and just the right amount of squish when he squeezed it. Her hips were full and strong, her thighs powerful, her shoulders a bit wider than he initially realized and somewhat out of proportion, but lovely nonetheless. Her waist was dainty and small and a silver hoop hung from her navel.

  He nodded at the piece of jewelry. “I didn’t expect you to be the sort of girl to have a belly-button ring.”

 
; She smiled and bent over to pick up her dress. She also retrieved her ruined panties, which she held up while scowling at Cole. “These were one of my favorite pairs, you know.”

  “There’s always collateral damage.”

  She smiled and tossed them in the garbage by the liquor cart. “I pierced my belly button myself when I was sixteen,” she said. “Pauline and I got it in our heads that it was a good idea, so at a sleepover I pierced both of ours. It was a terrible mistake. We both got infections that we had to hide from our very conservative parents. Thank God for school nurses, right?”

  “The only time I visited a school nurse was when I got out of a fight and needed splints or something.”

  “Of course.” Cameron smiled. She pulled her dress on over her head. The silk fell magically over her curves. “I feel compelled to tell you that I’ve never been fucked like that before. That was… that was…”

  Cole arched an eyebrow, waiting for her to find the right word.

  She shivered. “That was worth the wait.”

  “Now it’s time to go.”

  Cameron blinked. “Oh? Just like that?”

  Cole nodded. What had she expected? This was a sex room, not his apartment. It wasn’t for dilly-dallying and making small talk after a hookup. It was for fucking and that was all. And they’d fucked.

  They’d fucked like they were born to make each other come.

  “Just like that,” Cole said, pulling up his jeans and zipping them up. He retrieved his shirt from the floor and shrugged into his jacket.

  Cameron watched him quietly for a moment. “Should we grab a drink or something? I wouldn’t mind another one of those fog things. What did the girl call it? A Fog on the River?”

  “It’s time to leave, Cameron,” Cole said a little more forcefully. “Kadia isn’t the kind of place a girl like you should hang around. I still have business here. I can’t just leave or indulge you in more drinks and small talk.”

  Her eyes widened with surprise.

  Cole sighed. He wasn’t trying to hurt her feelings but he had to make it clear what this thing was. “Kadia is no good for you and neither am I,” he said. “You have to be able to see that.”

  “I’m free to pick and choose what I want. And only I get to decide what’s good for me and what isn’t. I’m Wayne White’s daughter.”

  “I know, I know. You’re the spoiled rich girl who always gets what she wants. Well, that won’t open any more doors for you in this place.”

  Her eyes narrowed. “That wasn’t what I was going to say.”

  He waited expectantly for her to continue. She didn’t.

  “Well?” he prompted. “What were you going to say then?”

  She rolled her eyes. “I was going to say I’ve spent my entire life being told by men what I can and can’t have. And for a stupid fucking second there, I thought you weren’t going to do that to me. But lo and behold, here you are, another asshole who thinks he knows how to make my decisions for me. Well guess what? You don’t. I make decisions for me. You hear me?”

  Cole took her scolding with a blank expression. Then he shrugged. “Suits me fine, so long as you don’t want me.”

  Cameron reeled.

  Cole didn’t give a damn. He still had some form of a moral compass even though Kadia and Marcus were slowly beating it out of him. He knew for certain that Cameron could do—and deserved—better than the likes of him. He was bad for her. Hell, he was probably bad for anyone. He didn’t want to pull her into this life because he knew he was never leaving it.

  Not alive anyway.

  “I’ll walk you out,” he said.

  “That’s it?” she barked, fuming. Her cheeks were red. He wasn’t sure if that was because he’d fucked her until her soul left her body or because she was furious with him. Maybe it was a combination of both. “You’re a fucking prick, you know that?”

  “Yeah. That’s exactly what I’ve been trying to tell you.”

  “You should have let me leave with Pauline.”

  “You were the one who wanted me to take you up here, not the other way around.”

  Her cheeks turned an even darker shade of red. “How dare you?”

  Cole rolled his eyes. “Come on. Let’s go.”

  “I’m not finished with you yet.”

  “Well, I’m finished with you,” he growled, rounding on her. “And I have shit left to do tonight. I will not indulge another minute of this foolishness. Move your ass out that fucking door or so help me God, I’ll carry you out.”

  Cameron folded her arms under her breasts and glared up at him from beneath her brows like she hated him. Maybe she did. “I’m not going anywhere.”

  His temper pulsed at his temples. “Suit yourself.”

  Cole bent at the knees, wrapped an arm around her waist, and straightened as he flipped her over his shoulder.

  Cameron shrieked. “Put me down!”

  “I gave you your options. You chose this one. Now I’m taking you downstairs. I’ll get you a cab, you’ll leave Kadia in the rearview mirror, and you won’t come back. Understood?”

  Cameron wailed on his back and shoulders as he carried her out of the private room. As they made their way to the stairs, Cole offered an apologetic nod to one of the servers who was sweeping up broken glass from under a table. She gave him a sheepish smile and shook her head as he disappeared on his way down the stairs.

  “You fucking asshole!” Cameron bellowed. “Put me down!”

  “I’ll put you down when we get outside.”

  She let out a furious growl of a sound. They reached the second floor. There, in the corner, stood Marcus and Zak, both of whom watched with mirth in their eyes. Cole caught Marcus slap Zak in the shoulder and they both descended into a bout of laughter together, most likely at Cole’s expense.

  Can’t wait to hear about that later, Cole thought as he made his way down to the first floor.

  It wasn’t any better down there.

  Behind the bar, Keesha, Dean, and Vance all watched him pass with humor dancing in their eyes. He usually wasn’t the guy escorting a woman out. That was usually one of the others. Most famously, it had been Marcus before Keesha came around. He’d have four or five girls a night if he wanted to. Sometimes all at the same time.

  He was never berated for it.

  Cole pushed out the main doors and emerged on the sidewalk. The street was dead at half past four so there was nobody around to be their audience as he put Cameron down.

  She wound back to slap him.

  He caught her wrist and gripped it tightly as she seethed. “Don’t you lay a fucking hand on me,” he warned.

  “But you can lay one on me?” she challenged.

  “For your own good.”

  “Maybe you need some sense smacked into you for your own good,” she spat.

  “You couldn’t hit me hard enough.”

  “Want to find out?”

  They glared at each other. Even in a state of rage, she was beautiful. He wondered if she’d blow her top if he said that to her. He decided against it and turned to the street to hail a cab.

  Cameron’s mood continued to sour behind him. “I can’t believe I let you inside me.”

  “Don’t get your panties in a bunch about it.”

  “How could I? You ruined them, remember?”

  He tried not to laugh as he hailed a cab. The yellow car began changing lanes to meet them at the curb and he faced Cameron. “Look, I’m sorry, all right? I didn’t mean to slight you. I thought you wanted the same thing I did. But I’m not the guy you think I am. This shit is real life, not the movies. I’ve done bad things and I know there are worse deeds still waiting for me on the horizon. You don’t want any part of this life. Trust me.”

  She swallowed and looked away. “Whatever.”

  The cab came to a stop. The brakes squeaked.

  Cole opened the back door for her and Cameron brushed past him, clipping his shoulder with hers. She slid across the back seat and
told the driver her address. Cole passed the man a fifty-dollar bill and told him to get her home safe.

  Cameron put her seatbelt on and Cole leaned over to look in at her. “Don’t come back here,” he said. “Nights at Kadia never end well. You were lucky I happened to have eyes on you at the right time tonight.”

  She scoffed. “You and I have very different definitions of lucky. Now close the door.”

  He straightened and closed the door. The cab pulled away. He didn’t stay at the curb to watch the taillights leave. He went back inside, prepared to face the scathing jokes at his expense from his friends.

  15

  Cameron

  The cab driver checked his rearview mirror continuously as he drove Cameron home, as if he half expected her to lose her cool in the backseat over some half-witted, smooth-talking, back-stabbing, blond-haired jackoff.

  No, she wouldn’t crack because of Cole and how he’d done a one eighty on her.

  “No good fucking bodyguard,” she seethed.

  The cab smelled like cigarettes and body odor. It was certainly not the luxury ride she was used to. She wished she’d had the foresight to order a personal car to pick her up at the club. Then again, she hadn’t really been sure in which capacity she’d be leaving. Part of her had been naive enough to think she and Cole might leave the joint together to head back to his place and make each other’s heads roll some more.

  She’d entertained that line of thought right up until he said she had to go and that he was no good for.

  “Men like you aren’t good for anyone,” she said as she pulled her phone out of her clutch. “Good for vaginas? Maybe. But aside from that? No way, buddy.”

  “Are you all right back there, miss?”

  Cameron glanced up and locked eyes with the driver in his mirror. “Yes, sorry. I just had a terribly awful evening and I tend to talk to myself when I’m angry.”

  The driver nodded and accepted her reason. His attention went back to the road as she dialed Pauline, knowing full well she was likely going to wake her friend up.