#brett

You grimaced as you came closer to where he stood. Seeing, he left the top button undone, you swallowed seeing how good his throat looked.

“Did you have them all or did Paige have any?”

You rocked on your heels.

The rustling of the brown paper bag filled the small room. His hand fished around once more in its depths. You watched as he retrieved a black tie.

“I was nervous Brett. I only had two. They calmed me.” You said in a rush.

A jovial smirk crossed his face. He came over to you, after putting the tie around his neck.

“What could you be fuckin’ nervous about?” His voice took an edge that differed sharply from his expression.

“I, I’m worried.” You finally said, chewing on your bottom lip.

“Silly girl.” He sighed, he roughly drew your face up. Your heart you beat harder. “I usually don’t give two shits unless it affects me, Cooper and Harry; most of the time.” A bitter chuckle came from him. “I got a good thing goin. You understand?”

You nodded.

“You came swishing into Eden Lake, smelling good and fuckin pretty.”

Heat rose in your cheeks. One side of his mouth twitched upward, before he continued.

“I’m not the muggy sort but you’re mine alright?”

You felt yourself relax.

“Is that what you needed?” He rose his brows.

“Yes.” You managed as your heart skipped.

“Good, my sweet girl.” Still holding your chin, moving fast he grabbed one of your hands. “And this doesn’t lie either.” His lips curled into a triumphant smirk.

A soft moan, poured from your lips as he pressed your hand against his hardening cock.

******

Brett kept his hand on the softness of your inner thigh, occasionally, he’d drummed his fingers. You have never been more aware of someone’s presence. And yet, as he spoke with the slender man who had taken and the one who resembled a bulldog but you easily didn’t listen to what was being said. You watched as the city lights blurred in their brilliance.

At one point you and Paige shared a look but didn’t say anything.

The car came to a stop, and the two men climbed out first then Brett who offered you a hand.

You took it and you were less shaky following them onto the sidewalk in your heels.

You whispered a thank you, when the broad man spoke loudly.

“Aw, look at Brett he gets a oretty little thing and he realizes the importance of manners.” A loud chortle followed his words.

In the light of the lamppost, you could see Brett’s eyes dark, his lips twisting before he laughed himself.

“Errol, what have I been saying about taking a piss? I wouldn’t want to give you a walloping in front of everyone.”

“Don’t promise me with a good scrapping.”

They both shook their heads, sharing a brief smile before going into the club. The tall one and Ricky remained silent, you noticed.

“Where are ya? Come ere.” Brett held a hand out, a cheeky expression splashed across his face.

For a second, you glanced at Paige before reaching and taking his hand.

“She’s not ya, keeper. I am.” He chuckled and squeezed your hand.

******

The air already felt thick, the music throbbed and the lights were colorful as the people danced across the room. Dresses shimmered, light those dancing in their own little slice of the world.

It was all you had wanted to be and more as you looked about. Like a shark in the depths of the ocean; people moved. Nothing hindered Brett or Errol as the strode to wherever they had to be.

Soon you all reached a banquette, even in the garish color of the lights a man with brassy hair, smart clothes and glasses whose frames were so large that they made the man’s face look like less sharp. Nothing about him looked kind or warm. You swallowed.

Brett brought your hand and his behind his back, as you all came to stop before the man.

“Fuck, Errol who knew you actually had fuckin taste and could actually be right about something.”

The man looked at you. His cruel mouth curled into a smile but it did not give it any warmth. Only chills ran down your back as you stood there.

“Brett, told you I knew how to measure you up.”

He nodded. “My apologies. The suit is quite nice and fits as if I chose it me-self.”

“Good to see you can admit that. Good lad.”

He took a sip of the amber liquor that sloshed around in the glass that twinkled in lights. He sucked on his teeth before he placed the glass down.

“And look at you, you’re a pretty bird you are. Come from a good flock of stunners, I bet.”

You gave a soft smile briefly meeting his eyes before looking at the table once more.

“Thank you sir.”

You knew when to show to show respect. You had been to many a dinner with men who were either colleagues or those whom your dad wanted to impress, you learned how to be for any given situation.

“You had best not let her fly off.”

You just barely saw as he smiled once more.

“Seeing her now and after what you shared; this one, is worth killin’ for.”

You looked at him then, Brett’s hand tightened its grip on your hand that he held.

“Thank you.”

Your voice shook. No one ever spoke like that. You hoped he had not heard the tremble, or if he had was not keen to be offended.

“You’re welcome. You get in trouble; you best call and tell Errol who will tell me.”

Errol turned to you from the other side of Brett. “We’ll handle you, sweetheart.”

You wanted to assure them Brett could handle it.

“Not you as well sir. But believe me; I know how to handle and protect her;” You heard the edge, make his words sharp. You bit the inside of your cheek. “From louts like you Errol.” He chuckled, his tone softened.

“Happy to hear it my son.” He gave a half smile, before making motion that could only be seen as being waved off. “Go on now have fun before the sun begins to raise.”

Brett nodded and together you moved to walk away. Ricky and Paige did as well.

“Nah, Ricky you two stay here. I gotta bend your ear and have a few words with you.”

You heard as you both began walked away.

Brett’s hand settled on your lower back. His breath was warm when you heard his voice clearly in your ear.

“Follow me.”

You nodded.

******

It felt oddly cool in the darkened corner; where you and Brett stood. The club was alive with those warm, fuzzy with drink or on the hunt of seduction or pulled into the beat of the music that circled and enveloped them all.

Annoyance, anger came off Brett. His hand just above you, his eyes never leaving yours. His words of anger were a jumble and low enough that they only reached your ears.

“Fuckin takin a piss in front of my girl, fuckin joke.” His lips were twisted, his nose flaired

You did the only thing you could think of because in the end despite the foulness of his mood; you found him incredibly attractive. You reached up and cupped his cheek. It was aflame with his anger.

He paused.

“Kiss me.”

He lounged at you. It was angry, hungry his hands matched the brutal nature of his lips and teeth as they met yours. It pulled a moan from you. It fueled him to deepen the kiss.

He was breathless when he broke the kiss. You felt flushed yourself, you felt as you heart beat throughout your body. He slammed a hand against the wall near you.

“Gotta straighten myself out, can’t be going on with my head loose.”

You couldn’t tell if he said it more to himself than you. You didn’t say a word.

He reached into his pocket. He brought his hand to his ear, shaking it; he smiled. His eyes met yours.

“Do you trust me?”

You immediately nodded. “Yes.”

Even if you had wanted to, you would not have. But deep down, you did. What could possibly go wrong.

“Open that pretty mouth of yours baby. Stick out your tongue.”

Your stomach churned and knotted but you did as he asked.

“Fuck, I want to feel that along my cock. But not now, later.”

The knots in your stomach electrified at his words. Watching his hands you watched as whatever he had been holding onto he popped open.

He dropped a small pill onto his palm, his eyes met yours before be placed it on your tongue. “When I tell you, be the good girl I know you can be and I need you to bite down and swallow. Alright?” His lips twitched upward.

You nodded.

He popped one into his mouth.

His teeth were around the pill. “Now.”

You closed your mouth and did watch he said. You gasped. Your eyes opened wider than ever before. You shook all over. Everything, felt realer more present. You blinked and grabbed him and kissed him like he had kissed you moments before. His arm wrapped around your middle, feeling like it was grounding the two of you. He met your kiss answered it. Your face tingled, his dark mysterious taste filled your senses.

He broke the kiss with a soft chuckle. “Aww, that’s my girl.” You could actually feel as his eyes moved over you. “Let’s get a drink, wash this down and then I’m taking you out onto that fuckin’ dance floor.”

“Please.” You practically whimpered, you needed, no you craved more.

“That’s what I want to hear.”