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“You look very handsome,” she said.
He glanced at her body, taking it all in, sniffing like some sort of Neanderthal, and then leaned over and bit her softly on the neck. He didn’t need to say the words. It was clear he found her to be absolutely edible. That nibble on her neck made her feel like a human woman contemplating her future with a vampire boyfriend. Coby’s arm slid behind her and his fingers dug into the left side of her waist as he pulled her securely to his side.
Fucking hell.
Every time he touched her, she felt herself loosen up more. Her pussy responded the same way the rest of her body did, relaxing into him, craving that tough manliness of his grasp, of his kiss, and of his cock. The man did nothing half-assed. When he grabbed her, it was full-on. When he talked to her, he said only the words needed to get his point across. When he fucked her, it was to bring pleasure to them both. No wasted time and no wasted words. No wasted pleasantries either. That was something Sylvia was hoping to fix. As much as she wanted to be needed, to be desired, she also wanted to be conversed with. She needed to meet a man on an intellectual plane too, not only a physical one.
The mood was strange at first. Sitting beside Coby with at least a foot of space between their chairs, Sylvia admired how Rafe and Kalina snuggled across the table from them. They were cute together, like high school sweethearts. Coby sat stiff and strong with his hands on his thighs, his back straight, and his eyes shifting left and right as if trying to take in all his surroundings. He had not even a moment of peace in him. It seemed he was always on the lookout, always preparing for any attack that might come. Sylvia reached out and put a hand on his leg. His head whipped left and she smiled at him.
“It’s a date,” she whispered, bringing her face close to his and planting a gentle kiss on his right cheek.
She let her mouth linger there for a second, hoping it would soften him up.
“I don’t
do so well around humans,” he replied. “I can walk among them, but this…this sitting and listening to their nonsense…I’d rather be in the water.”
“I know you would,” she said, “but can you at least pretend to be happy you’re with me?”
“With you,” he said, no question and no real statement behind the words.
If nothing else, it confused her.
“Yes,” she said. “With me. Be happy at least for a little while, okay? Let’s order you a drink.”
When the waitress came to their table, Rafe and Kalina quickly ordered beer. Coby didn’t say a word, so Sylvia took over and ordered him a whiskey sour. He seemed like a whiskey kind of guy. She wanted a piña colada. That was the kind of drink you ordered while on vacation.
Am I on vacation? Or am I adjusting to a new lifestyle?
Only time would tell. She still hadn’t decided what she would do. Sitting next to the stoic Coby, she doubted she could spend the rest of her life by his side. She couldn’t handle all that bitter silence. She was his complete opposite. Yet, she couldn’t help feeling nervous butterflies when she looked at his face. His tense jaw that she wished were clamped between her thighs. His bulging biceps that she wanted wrapped around her body. His massive chest that she loved feeling mashed against hers.
“Dance with me,” she told him.
She might have asked him to help with trigonometry homework for the look of bewilderment that became his face. His brow furrowed, and his nose wrinkled like maybe she’d asked him to smell a piece of rancid fruit.
“It’s dancing,” she whispered. “Men and women do it, you know?”
He didn’t get it or didn’t like it. She wasn’t sure which.
“You can grind against my body in front of all these people,” she purred into his year, laying her best sexy Sylvia Foxx growl on him.
After about five more whiskey sours and enough liquor of her own to make her see a permanent smile on Coby’s face when she was pretty sure there wasn’t one, she finally stood and pulled him up out of his seat. The alcohol must have loosened him up enough because he didn’t resist.
The bar was packed at this point and a DJ was doing his best to please the hodgepodge crowd. She’d always catered to an R&B and soul happy crowd when she’d been the one choosing the music to serenade late-night lovers. She couldn’t imagine what it must be like trying to satisfy a loud, drunken, mixed up group who seemed to like everything from 80s hair bands to cheesy 90s rap to modern rock. She wasn’t sure if her song choice would resonate with the crowd, but she decided to go with it anyway and asked the man in the booth to play two songs back to back that she knew would get her body swaying even if Cobalt remained gargoyle-like. Her songs of choice? ‘Let me love you’ by Mario and ‘Peaches and Cream’ by 112. She hadn’t thought about the common theme between those two songs when she’d requested them, but once they boomed through the speakers, Mario’s smooth voice said the words she’d been thinking all night. “Loosen up, you cold hearted bastard. Let me love you.”
The first song played, and Sylvia’s liquid courage forced her to ignore everyone else in the bar. She was here for one reason and that was to show this man that she liked him and that meant more than a casual fuck. She loved lying in bed with him, his body pounding her into the mattress like a hammer trying to eradicate some nails, but she wanted more than that. At least she thought she did. Of course, Kalina had made it clear that he wasn’t her only option. That if she stayed around long enough, they could find her another man, but somehow, she knew this one was the one meant for her. He needed her as much as she needed him.
“Coby,” she said as she dangled her hands loosely behind his neck and looked up into his eyes. “You need a strong woman by your side to tell you when you’re acting like an asshole. Believe it or not, you need someone to keep you in check.”
He smirked.
“Well you’re acting like an asshole now,” she told him. “Treat me like nobody else is in this bar. Treat me like we’re out on the ocean and it’s me you want.”
She realized after saying it that he might misunderstand her and try to fuck her right there in the crowded bar. That seemed to be his way of showing his feelings. Coby surprised her when he grabbed her strongly around the waist and pushed his fingertips into her, hurting her a little, but she loved it. His aggressiveness made her instantly wet. He was all man.
“Yes,” she moaned into his ear.
Her body moved to the music while his remained much like a statue, but it didn’t matter. If strippers could dance on poles, she could manage with the hot body in front of her. She was moving enough for the both of them, and she knew she was making them both look good. Her hands drifted down his body, sliding down his back, fondling his ass before making their way back up to his ribcage. She was feeling the music and the alcohol had her limbs loose. She turned her back to him and threw her hands back up around his neck. Mario crooned, and Coby’s head fell down and moaned in her ear as she pushed her ass back and rolled it around against him. Her dress did little to stop the pressure of his gigantic cock threatening to burst through his pants and rip a hole in her thin dress. She loved it. He was responding to her. She continued to enjoy the moment.
