The Prince is Having a Ball

Part 12

Part 12

SANG:

Gabe looks at me, looks at Pete, the tall thin drug dealer with his arm around me, looks back at me again, and gapes.

Like I'm the one in this scenario that's out of my mind. I was in the middle of getting information about Pete when he got distracted by a commotion through the crowd. Lo and behold, the commotion was Gabriel in some scuffle with a guy wearing a fishnet shirt, making me self-conscious of my stockings.

"What's up, D? You good?" Pete asks the mesh shirt guy, his arm wrapped around my neck like I'm his or something. I literally met the guy eight minutes ago. Already he's told me his name, where he went to school, his hangout spots, his phone number, and how he's the point man for some new drug ring around town. Seriously. The guy's a moron. Who likes me, apparently.

Gabe's jaw ticks, and I know he's seconds away from lashing out, but I can't have him ruin my cover.

"Do I know you?" I ask him, squeezing out of Pete's hold. "We met at that party last weekend, didn't we? You're cool."

Gabriel's eyes focus on mine, and I know he's thinking how lame that was, but whatever. We can't all be master thespians. When I'm put on the spot I'm not going to be Shakespeare.

"Yeah. You're cool too." Oh my God. I know he's teasing me when he replies, but I do my best not to giggle.

"Wait, you two know each other? And what do you mean he's cool? He's obviously not cool if he was messing with my man, D." Pete's arms are crossed over his chest, and he's clearly annoyed that I'm not giving him the undivided attention I was a couple of minutes ago when I was trying to get information for my boys.

"This guy's crazy, man." "D" says to Pete. "I was this close to knocking him out."

Gabe huffs. "You were what now? I'm pretty sure I could've had you licking my Italian leather boots, bitch."

I can't help but smile. Is it weird that this badass side of Gabriel is turning me on? I quickly interject as I see both Pete and D bristle. "No, Petey, it's totally fine. He's cool, really. He was on something last weekend, he's probably feeling down right now--making him a big Meanie. Maybe he would want to get happy?"

Pete stares at me for a long moment--almost too long. I'm starting to sweat, thinking maybe he's onto me. Did I come on too strong? Does he think I'm a narc? My saccharine smile starts to feel like it's plastered on. It might as well be.

"Yeah. Yeah, okay." Pete nods at me then looks to Gabe. "Fifty bucks a hit. Special price for the pretty boy with his Italian leather."

Gabe's nostrils flare slightly as he takes a deep breath to keep calm. "This better be the happiest fucking bliss shit in the universe." He pulls out a bill and holds it discreetly in his palm with his thumb, waiting.

Pete gives a wolfish grin then pulls me backward, spinning me around and pasting me to his body. When I say he's freakishly tall, I mean it. Okay, maybe he's not as tall as Silas, but his wiry frame makes him seem like a pole. I might weigh more than him, and I'm a wafer. He's oddly stretched.

Pete's hands skim down my body and I force myself not to flinch away from his touch. I feel one of his hands shove into the back pocket of my cut-off jean shorts, and he pinches my buttcheek as he deposits a pill in my pocket.

I guess I've just become his drug mule.

Pete spins me back around and pushes me toward Gabe. I close the gap between us, feeling exponentially better near him than the drug dealer.

Gabriel grips me around the waist with one arm, flipping the bird to Pete with the other. Then he pulls me against him, taking my mouth with his. His lips are rough and firm, his tongue plunging in and flicking against my own, rubbing the roof of my mouth seductively. I can't help but moan when his hands mirror what Pete's had done earlier, sliding down my body, plunging his hands into my back pockets. One drops off the money, the other pretends to grab the tiny pill.

Gabe doesn't remove his lips from mine through the entire process. I know he's making a point to Pete--that I'm completely and totally his. I love feeling so possessed. The boys are always so accommodating to each other, it's kind of nice to feel like someone's being protectively jealous over me. It feeds my inner vixen.

Knowing Pete and D are watching and waiting, I start circling my hips, rubbing against Gabe's crotch. He bites my bottom lip, probably in warning, but I don't even care. I'm feeling alive!

Gabriel rips his mouth from mine and turns my head to the side so he can kiss and lick up the column of my throat. He stops at my ear, hissing, "You're seriously teasing me twice in one night?! Twice? Trouble, Trouble, Trouble!"

I feel his body shake as he chuckles, and I giggle along with him. Then I push away from him and he pretends to take the pill, flipping off Pete again for good measure.

"Well, shit. That made me horny as fuck." The drug dealer's eyes skim up and down my body. "C'mon, blondie, let's get out of here."

I reach back and squeeze Gabe's hand, letting him know I'm okay. I also know this will be the perfect opportunity for the boys to bust Pete without an added risk of the massive crowd inside.

I return to Pete's side, where he unceremoniously wraps his lanky arm around my neck again, and sneak a glance back at Gabe. He's already got his phone out, face pissed yet determined.

He's gathering the troops.

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Okay, this part was a little bit longer than last time. Woohoo!

What'd you think?

--Is Sang completely out of her mind to go off alone with Pete? (Seriously, don't try this at home).

--Are guys attractive when they're jealous? I think there's a fine line between hot possession and obsessive possession... Thoughts?

--Sang the drug mule... LOL 

xoxo, SB