Best friends, again?

“Holy Shit” I hear Jordan mutter and I have to suppress a grin from stretching out of my face. Taking another sip I hold the bottle to the group of men
“Anyone wants a sip” I ask with a sweet smile playing on the corner of my mouth and it takes them a second to realize that I actually said something.
With a little shake of his head Olli walks forward and takes the bottle from my hand, taking a sip he looks me over
“All right, who are you and what have you done to Lily?” He grins at me and I swat his chest
“Oh stop it, it is just a dress”
“Yeah, a damn hot one that is” Mike, one of the Techs, says and looks me over. Suddenly I feel uncomfortable under his leering eyes and start to regret my choice of dress but right on time I feel Nicholls arm around my waist, pulling me against his side, offering some kind of shelter and security
“Well are we going to stand here all night or are we going to a paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaartey?” He asks and we all chuckle on the very teenage girl scream he uses to say party.
“Let’s go” Tuck says turning to see the cabs arriving. Matt Nicholls leads me to one and we get in with Olli and Malia. Telling the cab driver the name of the club we are going we settle into the back seat and I take the bottle from Oli and continue trying to forget my problems for one night.
Once we are at the club and the bouncer lets us in we are handed VIP bracelets that also pay for our drinks for the entire night
“How the hell did we get VIP access and free drinks?” I exclaim happily turning to the guys
“My cousin’s the owner” Jamie shrugs and walks off towards the bar
“Want to go sit down?” Matt Nicholls asks me, his band and the two techs that didn’t run off like the rest did. We all agree and walk up the bouncer that is in front of the VIP sitting area and show him our wristbands identifying us as VIPs. We quickly settle on one of the boots in the back, overlooking the dance floor and walk up to it. Nicholls sits down first pulling me down next to him. Just as Mike was about to sit next to me Olli squeezes himself in front of him and sits down
“Ya, don’t mind mate do ya” he says sweetly but it is clear that he won’t move an inch anyway. I shoot him a thankful smile and quickly down the tequila shot that was put in front of me.
***
“Dance with me” I half yell – half slurred into Matts Ear, taking his hand and pulling him out of the booth and into the direction of the Dance Floor where the DJ just drops “I’m sexy and I know it” having both Matt and me burst out into giggles.
He turns me around and puts his hands on my hips, pulling me close. I arch my back to be able to put my arms around his neck, pressing myself against him waving my hips to the beat, feeling Matt pull me closer and closer. After a couple of songs we walk back to our table.
“I wanna be the next one you rub on” Mike slurs at me and I pull myself back into Matt who tells Mike to shut the fuck up and sits down, pulling me into his lap. I take out my phone and shoot a couple of cute pictures from me and Matt Nicholls doing funny faces and stuff.
I choose the one I find the cutest, one that shows of my dress, where Matt possessively wrapped his arms around me and kisses my cheek. I post it on Instagram with
‘tour ‘ontour #outwiththegals #friends #clubbing #tournightout #cuteblackdress #cheekkiss #besties
And link Matt to it. Within minutes my phones nearly explodes with all the notifications and I don’t bother to even read the comments as I really don’t want to read how I am not good enough for him or anything. Right now I just want to enjoy the good feeling he gives me and not think about anything but tonight.
“Just drop it will you” Matts angry growl brings me back into reality and I look up from my phone to see him glare at Mike. Looking from one guy to another it becomes obvious that I had missed something. Matt tightens his grip on my hips and pulls my back flush against his chest.
“Look Mate I am just saying” Mike tries to say but Matt interrupts him, his eyes shooting Daggers at him and one of his fist clenches into the fabric of my dress.
“Just get lost” he pressed out through his teeth. I put my hand over his fist, squeezing it reassuringly. Slowly he unclenches his hands and laces his fingers through mine, putting our intertwined hands on the table, clearly showing off his territory. Normally this would totally annoy me but I somehow understand that he needs that reassurance right now. I squeeze his hand and lean back into him, giving the corner of his mouth a little kiss and finally Mike huffs and leave the booth leaving only me and Matt behind. Before I can even say something Matt has me turned around and crashes his lips on mine. I have kissed him before, this has been building up the whole tour but this feels different. Usually our kisses are innocent, stolen little kisses, most of them even closed mouthed, before a set when we thought no one was watching but this is need and lust.
His tongue is grazing my lips and I willingly part them, granting him access to my mouth where our tongue battle for a short time until Matt simply takes the dominance and kisses me with full force, making me melt into his arms. His hands wander from my hips to my ass and he pulls me against him, making me feel his hard on through his jeans.
Panting I lean a bit back, smiling at him before I give him one last sweet little kiss on the lips before he reluctantly lets me climb off his lap, pulling me right into his side, his hand possessively wrapped around my side.
“What was that about?” I ask, throwing my legs over his and cuddle myself into his side. The kiss was really hot and intense; too bad we had to stop.
“Nothing” Matt says, shaking his head “I just don’t want him to talk about you like that”
“He is just jealous” I shrug deciding not to let it bother me to much
“Yeah, I don’t know why though, he’s got a girlfriend”
“He does?” I ask shocked and Matt only nods
“Fucking dickhead” I curse under my breath but Matt starts to chuckle so he must have heard me
“You got that one right but what made you realize it just now?” he asks me, playing with some of my hair, one of his hands running up and down my thigh
“He hit on me on the first night of the tour. I got a strange feeling about him and tried to ignore it” Matts hand clenches on my thigh as I tell him about how Mike approached me and continued to hit on me for the night until I told Tuck to tell him to back off so I turn myself around and whisper in Matt’s ear:
“He never got to do this though” and connect our lips once again, feeling Matt smirk as he eagerly response to the kiss.
Soon after we stopped kissing to catch some breath, both the Bullet and Bring me guys come back with three other rounds of shots and a beer for everyone.
When I pull Matt to the Dance Floor again I am quite possibly drunk. I turn around to face Matt and press myself against him, rubbing my hips against his crotch leaning up to kiss his jawline, leaving a trail of kisses up to his earlobe, nibbling on it, before he grabs my jaw and forcefully kisses me on the middle of the dance floor.
“You want to get out of here?” Matt pants in my ear and I nod, grabbing his hand and pulling him to the door.

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