Nightshade Chapter 9 Sneak Peeks!
That's right, y'all tied it! I'm in a very generous mood today so I gift you both peeks. Consume them at your own risk 👀
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"So," Jake's voice came from the doorway so suddenly I jumped, dropping his leather jacket onto the floor.
"Shit!" I yelped, turning to glare at him. "Don't sneak up on me!"
He chuckled, eyes dragging down my body, fixing on my bare shoulders, the deep plunging neckline of the dress and then finally on my leg, the one exposed by the high slit of the gown. When he finally took notice of his jacket on the floor, his head tilted. "Are you really taking time out of your dinner to sneak my jacket into my locker?"
I scoffed, kicking the jacket behind me with my heel. "No! That'd be crazy."
He laughed, nodding to the still very visible fabric. "Well go on, don't let me stop you."
Fucking… I bit my lip and bent over to retrieve it, fully aware of how he drank in the sight of my boobs threatening to spill out of the corseted top. I turned back to his locker and stuffed it inside, slamming the door shut with a grin. "Did you need something? A jacket perhaps?"
"No, I'm good, very toasty." He replied, taking a step forward, the wicked smug look in his eyes never fading. "So, the hip right?"
"What?"
"Your mermaid tattoo," he clarified, taking way too much pleasure in the way my face fell with the realization. "It's on your hip."
My hand slapped over the too high slit that did indeed showcase the tail of my tattoo. "God damn dress!"
Jake leaned back against the locker nodding to my leg. "Show me."
"No!"
"You said you would if I guessed where it was," he argued.
I shook my head, laughing nervously. "I actually didn't. All I said was you didn't know where it was already."
Jake moved even closer. "Technicality. Show it to me."
"No!"
"Oh come on, princess."
My face burned the closer he got until finally under the weight of those pretty blue eyes I cracked. "Fine, you get five seconds!"
I moved my hand and carefully lifted the slit of my gown to show the intricate mermaid that curved up my hip, tail curling a little over my thigh. In my head, I began to count. One. Two. Th- Warm fingers grazed along the curve of my hip and every thought stuttered to a half. Jake was on his knees, eyes taking in the sight of my tattoo with an appreciative gleam. I could feel his breath fan along my skin as his fingers moved to skim over the inked skin.
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“What about Lena?” Her voice carried down from the top of the stairs. Jake smirked at their coworkers, ready to spill all the filthy ways they’d expressed how they felt about her outfit tonight, but he wasn’t at all ready to admit that they were right and bite his tongue to keep from saying the exact same things they had. There standing at the top of the stairs beside the bar Lena descended and Jake’s mouth did with her.
It wouldn’t have surprised him if she’d grown wings right in front of him, wouldn’t have surprised him if she was truly an angel in disguise. She always looked beautiful and hot and everything in between but here, now, in that dress… Jake couldn’t look away. He didn’t want to, not ever.
The peach-colored dress hugged her body in a way that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Her shoulders were bare; the dress was held onto her by two drooping pieces of fabric that caressed her upper arms as she moved to take hold of the railing and the sheer will of god. The corset top was simple, though it wasn’t the top he was really looking at, but rather the deep plunge of the neckline that lifted her breasts ever so slightly and exposed them more than he was expecting. It flowed behind her as her long legs moved down the steps, the fabric bunched at her waist lifting it up to further accentuate the near hip-high slit.
Lena smiled at him as she stood in front of the bar and leaned on it causing her half-down red hair to spill over her shoulder. She tilted her head. “What about me?”
Sasha came to his rescue with a grin that was far too smug. “We were just talking about how badly we wanted to fuck you tonight, Tiger Bitch.”
“Oh,” Lena laughed, the sound only tormenting him more. “Thank you… I think?”
Ari looked at her breasts and shook her head. “No, thank you.”
Nicky shooed the group away from the bar. Jake couldn’t bring himself to move… couldn’t look away from her for even one second. Lena’s eyes trailed down, fixating on his chest. He saw her lips move, but he didn’t hear her the first time. Blinking he shook his head. “What?”
“Your tie’s loose,” she repeated.
“Oh,” he lifted his hands to try and move the stupid thing, but his mind was a blur. All he could think of was her in that dress, was that damn smell of cherries. God, pull it together. It’s just a dress. Just a damn smell. He scolded himself.
Her hands came up to stop him before he could ruin his tie anymore. He hadn’t even noticed her head around the bar. She smiled up at him, sweet and absolutely too much right now. “Here, let me.”
“You’re a guest tonight,” he said, his voice wavering slightly. “You’ll get in trouble.”
“I’ll be quick then,” she replied with a wink. God… fuck!
She was right the other night. She could have him whenever she wanted, however she wanted. Jake swallowed thickly as her bright eyes flashed up to his. He'd take her here in front of all these guests… all their coworkers if it's what she wanted. His whole body hummed at the very thought of what she’d look like, that dress hiked up to her hips, her bent over the bar or even better sitting on top of it so he could see her face. All he wanted was to hear her say the words. He wanted her to want him just as badly as he wanted her.