Page 2 of Claiming What's His

We are both dancers. My favorite thing about our friendship is that we are both confident in our bodies and we drown each other in love. We grew up in foster care together and we swore to always be there for each other. So the hell that was our childhood consisted of planning our lives as roommates in college, double weddings, and houses next door to each other.

Phase one, college roommates. We were separated once when I was sixteen. She was seventeen and aged out, but she kept in touch. As soon as she got a job and had all her shit together, I ran away and went to live with her. We have been together ever since, vowing to never allow anything to separate us again.

I had a boyfriend at the time she was away, and when she found out he hit me, let’s just say that was the first and only time because Britt took care of it. I’m not sure how, but he never contacted me again. She is less like my best friend and more like my sister.

“Are you ready?” she asks.

“Yes, let me just get some perfume on and we can go.”

We are headed to one of the biggest New Year’s parties that’s so well known, people travel to Texas just to attend. Luckily, we happen to live in the city that hosts it so we don’t have to travel far. We know that the Knights- a fraternity on our campus- hold it at their mansion. They’re a feared and well-known group, to say the least.

Excited to get the night started, we slide into the little black car that Britt ordered for us so we don’t drink and drive. Safety first, after all.

Chapter 2

Krista

Ittakesusfifteenminutes to get there when it should have taken five, but traffic is crazy since so many people are trying to make it there on time because they close the doors at 9 pm. Once that happens, no one gets in or out until after midnight. My heart skips a beat, releasing butterflies into my tummy and I’m suddenly nervous.

Britt is going to be meeting Derek- the guy she’s been dating, who happens to be one of the leaders of the Knights. The man is like 6‘3 and gorgeous as hell but he doesn’t hold a candle to his little brother. I have had a thing for him since I first saw him, but he doesn’t seem to have any interest in me.

“We’re here,” Britt says, pulling me out of my thoughts. Just in time, too, because I could think about Ryder forever.

The door opens and a gloved hand reaches in for Britt’s. She takes it with a smirk on her face, which means the hand must belong to Derek. I scoot over to get out on the same side when another gloved hand reaches for mine. The second I glance up, my breath catches, my legs instantly turn to Jello, and my heart skips a beat.

Ryder.

He is breathtaking with his dark curly hair, tan skin, and chiseled jaw. A God on earth if I’ve ever seen one. He is perfection. Taller than his brother, he’s six foot five and built like a linebacker, which makes sense because he is one. He smiles, giving me a little peek of his pearly white teeth.

Feeling a boost of bravery, I decide to make direct eye contact. The moment I do, I instantly regret it. Time stops and everything around me is happening in slow motion. Those sea green eyes have little specks of gold, and it seems as if they are staring straight into my soul, devouring me with just that look alone. I clench my thighs together, remembering all the times I have imagined those eyes peering up at me from between my legs while pleasuring myself.

He smirks, and I swear he’s checking out my tits. It’s cool out and I couldn’t wear a bra with this outfit, so my nipples are puckered. There’s no way he’s checking me out, right? I must be imagining things, so I place my hand in his and he grips it so tight that it’s almost painful. I trip on thin air, falling into his chest because why not embarrass myself in front of the only guy I’m interested in, right? For fuck’s sake, why do I feel like I’m currently in a ’90’s teen rom-com?

“Are you okay, Little Doll?”

Little Doll? Did he just give me a nickname? We’ve never even talked more than a few times when Britt and Derek hang out. Why is he calling me that?

I feel a warm hand on my hip, gripping a little.I look up, meeting those mossy green eyes once more. “I’m sorry.”

He leans in to whisper in my ear, “Don’t be sorry, Little Doll. I like your breasts pushed up against me.” I gulp at his admission and all he does is chuckle a little. “Let’s go.”

I straighten up and realize his hand is lower, near my ass now. My face heats and I know I’m flushed. I risk a glance at him and he is just looking straight forward as we walk with my arm linked in his. This doesn’t feel real.

Chapter 3

Ryder

Kristalooksfuckingdelicious.She doesn’t know it yet, but tonight I am claiming her. She will be mine. I have wanted her for months now, ever since I noticed her dancing. My brother sent me to drop off a package to Britt and when I went into the building to find her, I saw Krista through a window of the dance room. The glass is a one-way mirror. I was captivated by her body, the way she moved, it was like magic. Like she was born to dance. She seduced me without even trying to, hypnotized me with those hickory eyes.

I look down at her as we walk into my mansion. Those hypnotic eyes stare at me all innocently. She is fucking stunning. I can picture her dancing like it was yesterday, the thigh high fishnet tights, the ripped booty shorts, the white t-shirt cropped and torn showcasing her smooth skin. My cock stirs in my pants, just like it did then, too. I remember stroking it as I watched her dancing to “Call Out My Name” by The Weeknd, which couldn’t be more fitting.

I’ve watched her silently and quietly since then, stealing little peeks at her when I can. We aren’t in the same circles, so other than hanging out with my brother and his girl, we don’t cross paths. Naturally, anyway.

I move her in front of me while still holding her hand from the back. I can’t help but stare at her plump ass and the way this dress sits just below the curve of her cheeks. Such a tempting little thing. I wonder if she is wearing panties because I know she doesn’t have a bra on.

She seems confused at our sudden close proximity. What she doesn’t know is that I sneak into her room and touch her. Fuck! I want to stick my dick inside her pussy so bad that it physically hurts sometimes. I know she is a virgin, but I don’t know if she’s ever fucked around with anyone. I’m sure she has, and I won’t hold that against her. Sex positivity and all that, but I’m so fucking happy that my dick will be the first and only one to ever be inside her.

She looks over her shoulder at me.Those fucking eyes.They call to me and all I want is to drown in them.