Mad Boys (Blue Ivy Prep, #2)(8)

Three days—well, three nights of haunting the latest clubs trending on all the too-hot-to-miss sites. Each night I’d come up empty-handed, so I stalked the gossip sites. Finally, it hit me that I was an idiot and I drove out to her mother’s place to stake it out.

The Beverly Hills mansion boasted those fancy gates. Wouldn’t keep me out on foot, but at least my Mercedes blended in just fine. I parked just before sunset and waited. My patience paid off in hour three when a car cruised up to the gates, parking just outside them.

I narrowed my eyes at the blonde, who climbed out and circled the car to wait. She appeared out of the shadows from between two trees, just coalescing like some creature of fantasy coming together.

My cock went hard as stone when I got a good look at the outfit she had on…or didn’t. A leather skirt hugged her ass and the tops of her thighs. I wasn’t even sure it covered her panties—and she better be fucking wearing panties in that. The top was more like a halter-bikini cupping her breasts and leaving everything else bare.

The vibrant blue of her hair was missing under a cap, and she wore a pair of knee-high boots that made me want to strip her out of everything but them. The guy who was waiting straightened at her approach.

From this angle, it was hard to see his face, but I didn’t have to imagine the lust there. Fuck, lust was strangling my dick, and I wanted to punch this guy in his. He put a hand on the small of her back to usher her in the car.

She was letting him touch her. I flexed my hands on the steering wheel. I gave them a solid thirty seconds to pull away before I followed. It wasn’t long before we were in traffic, and I was free to stalk them.

Soon they were pulling up at a club and her guy handed his keys over to the valet before he took her arm and they strutted inside, past the line to get in.

Yeah. Money talked.

I checked my wallet and found more than enough cash. The valet were rushing to get my door after I pulled into the slot. One perk of the car, it more than said I belonged. I handed the guy a fifty and told him to keep it near the door.

Another guy opened the red rope for me without a second glance. Look like you belong and people got out of your way. Once I was in the club, it took me a moment to let my eyes adjust.

I scanned the lower level. The club had four of them. She could be on anyone, so I would have to take my time to find her. The hunger I had for a good look at her grew more ravenous with each passing moment.

I found her on the third floor, where the hard rock pulsed the speakers while letting the guitars cut loose and scream out their notes. The music throbbed through me as I cut out onto the floor. Hips swaying and arms up, she held me riveted as she moved.

The night we’d danced at the Halloween party had been a revelation. Of course, she had rhythm, but fuck me, watching her had nothing on holding her or feeling her writhe against me.

My erection grew stiffer, if possible. This was what I’d been missing all summer.

Ace.

The music changed to something a little more classic. Hands came up and began to clap in time to the beat. Oh fuck yeah, I liked this song. Fortunately, the walking dead man who brought her to the club was nowhere to be seen. It didn’t look like she was dancing with anyone.

Good. I could savor her before I had to deal with the fucker putting his hands on what didn’t belong to him. When I slid up behind her, I sucked in a deep breath of her.

Cedar woods. Crisp snow. Just a touch of something citrus with the barest hint of cloves. It transported me back to the woods and the day I threw her in the pond. The fury in her eyes and the impudence had been even sexier than her defiance.

Fuck knew what possessed me to cut her damn bra off, but I’d wanted to see those tits. I wanted to see her. No persona for armor or stage makeup. Goddamn if I hadn’t seen her.

Once would never be enough.

Her ass brushed my erection. A groan stole out of me as I dropped my hands to her bare arms. “Fuck, I’ve missed you, Ace.”

She jerked at the contact, but I pulled her right to me, hooking an arm around her waist to keep her back to my chest as I followed the hip-rolling booty shake she had going. It was going to drive me mad and I was all in for the damn trip.

When she tried to turn, I allowed it, dragging her up so we were chest to breast, and I drank in the sight of her under the pulsating lights. Sweat gleamed against her skin. The cosmetics were super light, but they definitely didn’t hide those stunning eyes of hers.

Even under the strobes of red, flashing purple, green, and blue, I wouldn’t mistake her eyes for anyone else. There was only one thing missing… I tugged off her cap and her cascade of blue hair appeared to my delight.

Savage satisfaction flooded me as she glared up at me. Her hands were on my chest and I slid mine to her hips as we moved. Her mouth moved, but the music was too damn loud to make out the words. Fortunately, I managed to dodge her knee and slid a hand right under her ass as I picked her up to rock against me.

“What the hell are you doing?” She all but yelled right into my face.

“Dancing with you, Ace,” I answered. The confusion flickering through her eyes wasn’t a rebuke at all. I kept one arm banded around her so she didn’t get away as I fisted her hair in my free hand.

Her breath against my lips was the drug I’d been jonesing for for the past two months. It had been too long since I had last kissed her. She’d made it fucking impossible those last couple of months of school, but at least I’d been able to see her then.