The Prince is Having a Ball

Part 5

Part 5

 

NATHAN:

I can’t help but smile as I watch North lead Victor and Sang into the club. Victor’s carrying Sang piggyback style and she’s giggling. North pulls out some cash to give the guy at the door for their cover, and Victor lets out a shocked bark of laughter as Sang appears to bite his earlobe. That girl is getting more and more confident with us, and I fucking love it.  

What I don’t love is how the bouncer stares at her like she’s a juicy steak that he’s about to tear into. North doesn’t like it either, and he glares at the guy. Sang reaches out and grabs North’s head, running her hand through his short dark hair, probably using her nails--he likes that rough shit. This seems to appease him though, because he starts into the club, toward me. The Victor/Sang piggyback duo follow.

North punches me lightly in the shoulder--his way of saying hi, he’s a man of few words--and Victor smiles and nods. Sang slides down Victor’s back before quickly sidestepping him and launching herself at me.

“Nathan!” she shouts gleefully, and I catch her midair.

She wraps her legs around my hips and her arms around my neck, and I cup her ass, pulling her tightly against me, not caring about the punks around us watching.

“Hi,” I have to shout because of the loud music.

“Hi!” she shouts back.

“Come to work?” I ask.

She shakes her head, biting her lip, “I came to play!”

I laugh and then lean forward to kiss her. She leans back, denying me, eyes twinkling. I try again, this time she turns her head so I land my lips on her cheek. She’s giggling, teasing, and I play along. I turn my head away from her this time, snubbing her, ignoring her, and it works. She comes to me.

Sang’s hands leave my neck, trusting that I’ll hold her up. One weaves its way through my hair at the back of my neck while the other tries to turn my face back to her. I allow it. Once I’m facing her she slowly leans in, brushing her lips to mine. I don’t move my lips, don’t give her anything, teasing her right back. This only intensifies her efforts, and soon she’s tracing my lips with her tongue. When she gently takes my bottom lip into her mouth and sucks, I can’t hold back any longer, and I finally kiss her back, deeply, intense, and it’s paradise.

Suddenly Sang’s being ripped away from me, and I’m frustrated and confused, ready to fight, until I see Kota with his arms on her shoulders. He’s looking at me, though.

“Nate, you’re supposed to be watching the door,” Kota’s tone is annoyed, and I immediately feel a bit guilty, although I don’t regret anything.

I clear my throat, “Yeah, sorry, bro.”

Sang’s looking at me with a tiny smirk on her lips and I want to wipe it off her mouth with my own. The little minx. Gabe mentioned earlier that she was a She-Devil tonight, and now I completely agree with him.

“You good to go?” Kota asks sternly, brows furrowed. He and Mr Blackbourne are wearing contacts tonight, because Gabe said that glasses aren’t very punk, so there’s no avoiding seeing his annoyed expression.

I think he’s extra annoyed tonight because it’s been a while since he’s had alone time with Sang. We have a schedule, which leaves a day in between guys for just Sang, because Dr Green says we don’t want to wear her down, or annoy her with our constant presence, so it’s been a while.

Nine guys, every other day, add in her stupid period, and it can be hard. The good thing, though, is that we’ve been finding ourselves working out a lot more, spending extra time at the Diner getting paid, and learning new skills. In the past year we’ve known her, I’ve mastered three new martial arts styles, and learned sixteen new weapons. Still, I would probably trade that for having her tight, wet, hot--

“Nathan!” Kota shouts, “Are you even listening to me? Watch the door!”

“Christ, okay! Sorry, sorry!”

Sang waves at me, smiling, as Kota pulls her away. Victor and North dutifully follow.

I turn back toward my position, trying to casually adjust myself in my pants. I wish I was off tonight. Technically, Mr B had Sang last night, so Sang’s on her own. Any one of us could be the lucky guy if she so chose to skip her personal day. Shit, probably all the others have figured that out, too. May the best man win.