Free I'm Nothing (The Family Book 2) by Sam Crescent Page B

and
suddenly it was slow, sensual. It wasn’t the kind of music in a disco. This was
for grownups.
    He saw a guy intending to grab Zara, and Tonio pulled
her close, placing a hand at the base of her back.
    “This is kind of sexy.”
    “Yes, it is.”
    “I like your hands on me.”
    He moved her hands so they were on her shoulders, and
he started to dance, sliding a leg between hers. Her pussy pressed against his
leg, and he wondered if she was wet. The fabric of their clothes separated
them, making him yearn for her.
    It had been a long time since he’d had sex.
    To him, Zara was a beautiful woman.
    She was also pure, and he didn’t want to deflower
another virgin.
    This would be willingly.
    His father was fucked up, and he’s made a deal to make
real life porno movies with his teenage son. At night, his father would take
him down to the basement where the camera was set up. Whatever was going to
make the most money depended on what he had to do. Some nights, he fucked
random women and girls. On other nights, he beat the shit out of guys.
    He didn’t want to even think about the times that his
father made him mix it up. Snuff movies was what they were called. Those were
the worst kind. Actually, everything he did in the basement was the worst kind.
He hated it, and hoped he’d never have to do it again.
    “Where have you gone?” Zara asked.
    “What?”
    “You’ve stopped dancing. Keep on dancing.” She grabbed
his waist and started to move him to the beat of the music.
    Everything else faded out, and Tonio got lost in her
blue eyes. The drinks had made her cheeks flush, and the clothes she wore hung
from her body. She used to be a lot bigger, he remembered that.
    “What is it?” she asked.
    “Not a lot. I’m just remembering a lot of crap.”
    “Do you want to talk about it?”
    “No. This is the kind of crap I’d not like to
remember.”
    “You know you could talk about it.”
    “Not tonight. It’s about getting fucked up.”
    “It is!”
    The music went back to being loud, and Tonio got lost in
the music, dancing with Zara as the time wore on. When she was thirsty, she
tugged him back to the bar where they were throwing back drinks.
    Tonio, for the first time in his life, actually felt
happy. Once they finished a couple of drinks, they moved back onto the dance-floor.
    “There’s a redhead at two o’clock. She’s been eye
fucking you for a long time,” Zara said.
    He glanced over, and indeed there was a woman staring
at him. She was holding a drink to her lips. Sure, she was a sexy looking lady,
but Tonio wasn’t interested. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end,
and with the alcohol he’d been drinking, he didn’t know why.
    “You should go over and talk to her.”
    “Not going to happen. We’re here together.”
    “You’re going to not get laid because of me?”
    “No, I’m not getting laid because I don’t want to get
laid. You’re a strange girl,” he said.
    “Yep, that is me, strange.” She shrugged.
    “Maybe we should find you a guy for the night.”
    She scrunched up her nose. “No, you’ve not got a
chance of that happening, babe. Tonight, I want to party and have fun. Pretend
that you’re my friend, and that everything is totally awesome.”
    “I am your friend,” he said.
    “Oh, you are?”
    “I don’t go protecting women from just anyone, Zara.
You’re a friend, and I care about you.”
    She paused, and they were both still on the dance-floor.
Everyone was dancing around them, and he found that there was a beauty to Zara
that may not be the conventional one, but to him, she was.
    “You are?”
    “Yes, I’m your friend. I’ve never opened my home to
Donnie, Luiz, or Jake.”
    “We barely know each other.”
    “I know more about you than you might think.”
    “Oh yeah, like what?”
    Tonio grabbed her hand, leading her back to the bar.
To get into this, he needed another drink. The bartender was already waiting
and ready.
    She sipped at her