Everything She Needs (The Everything Trilogy) (24 page)

I explained
that Alfie and I were now together, but we didn’t want our relationship known to everyone. “You let him in again? After all the shit you told me? Why him, Lily?”

Will’s tone was a combination of hurt and anger. “I thin
k he could be my everything, I’m in love with him Will.”

He snorted, “Seriously? He’s what you need?  He left you in tatters at Christmas.”

Will’s words stung, but I wasn’t going to let someone that didn’t understand it from my perspective tell me how to feel. I blamed myself for what happened with Will, but the more I thought about it, the more I began to wonder if he was really the friend I thought he was.

He was responsible too,
but he didn’t take that responsibility for our friendship, or what happened either. “I’ll call you when I’ve spoken with Alfie.  I just want to make sure he hasn’t got other plans for us for tonight.”

Will told me what club they were meeting at and as we were finishing our call, a call came in from Alfie. I cut Will off to take it. “Hey, are you okay?” I had been so worried and relieved to hear that he was safe.

“Yeah, I had to move them temporarily until I make sure it’s safe for them to go back.”

What he was telling me made
Kara’s situation very real. “Where did you go?” I was met with silence.

“I’d rather you didn’t know, Lily.” I was shut out again, just like that.

He told me he had some stuff to take care of, and we discussed Will’s invite to go dancing. “Are you going?” His voice was clipped, and I imagined his jaw was twitching when he asked me that.

“Well, I told him I was waiting to hear what you wanted to do.”

He sucked in a deep breath.  “I can’t help how I feel about the guy, if I’m honest Lily. He was the one dude I felt threatened by with you.” I digested what he was saying.  He felt Will was his competition.

“Alfie, if I could have a do
-over, it would never play out the way it did with Will. I’m asking you to trust me on this. He isn’t a threat to you.  Alfie, you have to believe me for us to go forward.”

Alfie inhaled deeply
. “Right,” he said softly, “I guess we’re going dancing tonight.”

I closed my eyes slowly, very thankful for his trust. “Thanks for having faith in me.”

I wanted to make a special effort for Alfie when we went out. I had a short, black, leather skirt on and some amazing fishnet stockings, not everyday wear; but with the ruby red tank top, detailed across the cleavage area with silver and red crystals, it was perfect for dancing at a club.

I added my red four inch heels and finished the outfit with a soft black shrug. I left my hair curly and wild, and applied kohl to my eyes to give them a smoky appearance.  I glanced in the mirror and wondered if Alfie would like it. He always
seemed to appraise my outfits.

I picked up my cell and stuffed it inside my bra with five one hundred dollar bills. I was going dancing.  I didn’t want to be taking care of my purse, and for that to be a distraction when I was dancing with my man.

I smiled at that thought, switched the lights out, and left my apartment. I pulled my door closed with a soft click as I walked towards the elevator.

I had ordered a cab to drop me downtown at the club. Alfie was already standing outside waiting for me and leaned over to open the cab door as soon as
it drew up alongside him. His eyes widened as he checked me out, and he groaned.

Bending
forward, he kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear. “Fuck, how am I gonna keep my hands off you in the dark wearing suspenders and leather.”

He growled and snickered, raising one brow at me.  His eyes were already telling me the effect my choice of clothing was having on him. I think it was a hit.

He put his hand low on my back and guided me into the club. We were already on the list as Alfie had played at this particular club many times during the past few years and was on first name terms with the co-owners, Jake and Freddie.

When we cleared the cloakroom and began to walk down the stairs to the main floor, Alfie swung me
around by my arm and pushed me flush against the wall, his body connecting with me from head to toe.

He pressed his jean clad hips into me, his front sliding across the leather of my skirt. “So, sexy, I love the way you’re dressed.” He groaned and wrapped his hand in my hair, pulling it to the side to expose my neck.

He licked it from my collarbone to my ear, making me shiver and moan loudly. He chuckled and widened his eyes, then winked at me.

He pulled back and gave me another shit-eating grin
. “You’re pussy’s wet now, huh?” He rubbed his finger along my arm, chasing the goose bumps he’d caused with his sensual attack on one of my erogenous zones.

I lowered my eyes because his hard stare could have gone either way
, and I could have found myself back in a taxi on the way to his place and back in bed before I could blink.

I wouldn’t have minded that one bit
, but to be fair, it was important that Alfie and Will faced each other, and I’d rather we all did that with Mandy and Neil there. I figured it would be more controlled that way. 

Besides, I
wanted to dance with my man; he looked way too amazing not to show him off and make all the women jealous when he rubbed himself all over me on the dance floor.

I pushed Alfie back and swatted his arm, and began to make my way downstairs.  He caught up with me as we reached the bottom. He smiled down at me and laced his fingers in mine, then lifted them
and planted a kiss on the back of my hand.

When our eyes met I smiled back. He dipped his head and planted a chaste kiss on my lips then licked his.
“Mmm, cherry, my favorite!”

Mandy saw me first. I was busy looking around for them when she launched herself at me
, flinging her arms around me and pulling me in for a hug. “Damn you’re as cute as a button, but in a sexy-whore type of way,” she said, raking her eyes over my outfit. I giggled at her description, but I wasn’t dressed for anyone except Alfie tonight.

I had been a little concerned about being seen in public with Alfie, especially when he was a mentor at university. 

He assured me that the professors were the only people we needed to be guarded around, so campus was definitely the place we couldn’t be seen together.  We would always be leaving college separately and have little interaction there.

As far as the students were concerned, Alfie had managed to hide his mentor status under the guise of being a student so that it didn’t inhibit the artists.

No one so far had questioned his ability or his eagerness to help those with the most talent or those with talent but poor self-confidence.

He felt that the term mentor implied that he was better than they were. He probably was, but he was humble and always respected the efforts and talents of others.

Will looked awkward and shifted from foot to foot, before leaning forward to hold me by my arm and kiss my cheek. Alfie scowled at him, and his jaw twitched just as I had imagined it would.

This was going to be really awkward unless I managed it somehow. What better way than
signaling the bartender to bring us some shots. The bartender lined up five shots and left the bottle on the counter.

I watched as Alfie licked his middle finger and rubbed it on the back of his hand. He sprinkled salt over it, before he dipped his finger
in his shot, and wetting the back of mine. He offered me his hand and took mine, so that we were licking the salt off of the other’s hands.

When he licked my hand before downing his shot, his eyes never strayed from mine. It turned me on to see his tongue on my skin. When the rest of us threw back our shots, mine stung my throat and stole my breath for a second before I recovered and bit into the sour lime.

We repeated this several times, and I could see both Will and Alfie begin to visibly relax. Alfie ordered himself a dirty martini and a vodka and cranberry for me. The alcohol gave me a warm feeling, and I heard the intro to Ed Sheran’s ‘Give me love’ begin to play.

I took Alfie’s hand. “Dance with me, I love this song.” He gave me a half smile
.

“Thought you’d never ask
,” he said. His voice was low and husky as he spoke into my ear.

He grasped my wrist and swung me into him, his chest felt warm and hard
, and he smelled fantastic.  His clean, familiar odor mingled with tequila and mint.

I reached up and my fingers tangled into the back of his hair, his hands slid
lower down my back. His fingers slid over the top of my ass, and he pressed me close to him.

My hands moved from his hair and crept up inside his shirt as I raked my fingers lightly over broad shoulders. He shuddered and growled into my ear. We swayed together, his head dropping to rest on my shoulder, his mouth pressing in the crook of my neck.

Trent Reznor’s voice began to sing, his band Nine Inch Nails hit ‘Closer’. Alfie’s hands glided round to my hips, he spun me around so that he was behind me, and his hand slipped under my tank top and across my bare belly.

His fingers dipped into the
waistband of my skirt and just skimmed my black lacy panties. He pulled me in close and began to grind into my ass as we moved to the music.

I settled my arms behind his neck as I melded into his chest, my head rolling to the side. As I did this, his mouth was on my neck. I felt a smile on his lips. “Perfect, you were made to do this with me.”

His voice was barely audible above the music. The dance floor was packed tight, but it didn’t matter, we were very economical with the space we were taking up together.  Alfie was singing the bridge of the song in my ear. The words were crude and blunt, but with him singing them, he turned me on like nothing else.

I turned and stared into his eyes
. He was still singing, but I was watching the words coming out of his mouth at me. “I want to fuck you from the inside.” His stare was boring into me, like he could see my soul.

“We need to sit down.  I need you on me, come sit on my lap
,” he growled, dragging me away hurriedly through the crowded dance floor and over to our booth.

He slid in and turned himself along the bench, his legs outstretched along the seat. He pulled me on top of him, placing me with my back against his chest, with my legs running down his. 

He dropped one of his legs to the floor and pulled me up tighter against his erect cock, perching me higher on him so that my ass was completely hugging his bulge. I could feel his desperation.  He wanted to be much closer.

Alfie began to grind himself up into me.  Swiping my hair away from my shoulders and kissing the nape of my neck. He bit lightly into the space between my neck and my shoulder. The sensation
instantly sent messages to the core of me, and I could feel the slick, moist arousal seep from within to my panties.

The familiar goose flesh broke out on my skin. I turned to look at him
, and he cupped my chin, sinking his tongue deep into my mouth. I moaned and the sound vibrated between us.

It was a dark corner
, and Will was dancing with Mandy; we’d passed them on the way back. Neil was deep in conversation standing about six feet away, his back to us. “I want to fuck you, Lily. I need to be inside you,” he whispered into my ear before nibbling it. 

I turned my head and looked around me. “Not here, Alfie!  That’s just not going to happen.” I smiled softly at him, shaking my head.

He grinned and huffed into my neck. “No? I think you underestimate how easily I get what I want, Lily.” His hand reached down and skimmed my thigh beside his leg and mine.

He adjusted himself, and slipped his hand between us and under my skirt.  It slid in between my thighs until his fingers grazed the wet lace of my panties. His hips instantly
raising in reaction to the wetness he found and what he was making me feel.

His fingers grazed my
panty leg, and he dragged one across my wet heat, rubbing my little bundle of nerves hard. He pulled his hand out and drew it up to his mouth. I moaned when he slipped it inside, and his eyes widened in delight.

“Fuck. Now, I need you, right here, right, now, or we need to leave
,” he hissed and ground himself up into me, his hips moving in circular motions. He felt so hard under me.  My core ached with the torture of the fabric barrier between us.

I turned and must have had a look of disbelief on my face. “I’m not kidding, toilet and panties off now, or I’ll rip them off here.” He looked completely invested in carrying out his threat, but his words just turned me on even more.

He pushed me away, nodding in the direction of the restrooms, “Do it,” he ordered. I crawled off of him and hurried to the toilet to strip the soaking wet panties off. When I came back, Alfie was sitting on a stool, at the end of our booth. As it was in the corner, it was quite secluded, but we could still see everyone on the dance floor.

“Here, sit on my lap.” He pulled me on his lap and slipped his hand under me, between my thighs. I turned
, and he kissed me sensually, one hand rubbing over the front of my belly, just above the band of my skirt. He pulled his shirt off.  He was wearing a blue tank top underneath.