Insomnia

Criminal // Fifteen

Evie and Juliette came back to the table after several trips to the bar without the boys. They let them catch up, but now they were bored and wanted them to join in the fun.

Juliette snagged James wordlessly and dragged him into the throng of people.

"C'mon, bad boy. I wanna dance with you." She said, taking one of his hands off the glass and pulling him.

"I don't dance, babe." He said immediately.

She rolled her eyes at him. "I guess I'll just find another dance partner."

Cade finished his drink and stood. "No chance." He replied, letting her guide him into the crowd. "How many drinks have you had?"

"Just enough," she told him, finding a space next to Juliette and James. Evie takes his hands and places them on her hips. She takes a handful of his shirt and pulls him closer, then flattens out her palms and runs her hands along his chest.

James caught sight of her doing that, and cursed to Juliette. "Fuck me, he lets her touch him." He says in Juliette's ear.

She looked up at her blond curiously.

He bent again to explain. "Childhood shit. A girl tried to feel him up once in a similar setting and he nearly ripped her limb from limb."

Juliette ran her hands over his chest. "I could never stand that."

James simply nods. Contact was a heady drug, one of the only ones Cade abstained from.

He looked back to them, who were all over each other. Cade had his hands in her shirt, and they were quite happily tuning out all of the noise.

"I think we accomplished." James told Juliette, and she simply looked at them and laughed.

"They just needed a push." Juliette responds.

Not that big of one, either. Cade was completely lost to time and surroundings, trying so hard just to be closer to her. His brain, swirling with inebriation, had one focus. Touch. Hold. Squeeze.

Her touch was electric. He had never let her before, but now he didn't think he would ever let her stop. There must've been something different about her hands; petite, gentle, little sharp nails. He wanted her to curl those claws into his back, for once wake up with streak marks.

She swayed, feeling the music in her blood, letting it overwhelm her head. Evie adored the feeling of his hands on her, roaming her skin.

If only I could feel his lips on mine.

Evie realized that she could have this. She tangled her fingers into his hair and pulled him down to her, melding their lips like they had earlier. He tasted like alcohol and lust.

"My criminal," she purred against him, sinking her teeth into his bottom lip.

"Your criminal?" He asks, reveling in the lingering sting of her teeth.

More petting, curling her fingers into the fabric of his shirt. "All mine."

Just like how the thought of another man touching his precious blonde made Cade want to kill somebody, now she felt much the same. Jealous.

"Sunshine, you're acting like you want me to take you somewhere private." He moved from her lips to nip at one of her small ears.

She hummed, her brain swirling. "No, I wanna be right here."

Yes, right here.

"But maybe in a few minutes." She tacked on.

Finally. Dear god I've waited so long.