Fuck me—is this heaven?
Chapter Four
Jenni
Have you ever had the feeling you’re being watched? Now imagine it times five. That’s what I’m experiencing right now. The instant Emily and Nicole left to get a drink, the feeling of a lamb being sent to slaughter overwhelmed me.
While my eyes float over the dance floor, I continue dancing to Marshmello’s hit song “Friends.” My heart rate increases when I spot several pairs of male eyes gawking at me. Don’t get me wrong, I like attention just like any other girl, but it’s unnerving when eyes of all ages and sizes are staring at you like you’re their last meal.
Just as I'm about to wander off in search of Emily and Nicole, my exit is blocked by a black shirt-covered chest. “There you are, baby cakes; I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” declares a voice from above. Even with music blaring from the speakers, his deep timbre rumbles through the club.
Before I can advise him he has the wrong person, a set of warm lips seal over mine. I freeze, equally shocked and excited. I’m being kissed by a stranger, but my first thought isn’t to pull away.What the hell is wrong with me?
When the mysterious stranger withdraws from our embrace, I’m quickly mesmerized by a pair of dark blue eyes. While standing frozen in the middle of the dance floor, I drink in his handsome face. His shaggy blond hair hangs loosely on the top of his head; his blue eyes are surrounded by thick lashes, and his lips are full—and for the quick second they were pressed against mine, they tasted delicious.
I watch him in reverence when his narrowed eyes dart around the bustling space. When I follow his gaze, I notice the handful of the men who were closing in on me are backing away. He didn’t speak a word, yet his slit gaze was enough to send them packing.
Happy the men have gotten the hint, the stranger wraps his arms around my waist. My skin grows clammy when he tugs me into his fit, athletic body. When he swings his hips in rhythm to the music, my jaw drops. I’m stunned at how well he dances.He must do this regularly.
Suddenly clued in to what he’s doing, I whisper, “Thank you.”
I’m more than grateful he saved me from a pack of hungry wolves. I felt seconds away from being massacred before he entered the picture.
His breath flutters against my ear when he replies, “You’re welcome.”
A shiver courses through my body, his sexy voice too splendid for my body not to react. Noticing my childish reaction, he chuckles, but that’s as far as his conversation goes.
In silence, he spins me around the dance floor Emily, Nicole, and I only arrived at a few minutes ago. For the past two months, we’ve frequented the dance clubs in our hometown of Erkinsvale. Emily and Nicole have had access to their sisters’ ID for months, but since I’m an only child, we couldn’t hit these types of clubs until I was legally old enough. I did consider getting a fake ID, but when your parents are well-known lawyers, there aren’t many people willing to accept money for an illegal service.
Our trio has an agreement that we are to deny any offers to buy us drinks, and we only dance with each other when we visit establishments like this. This guy didn’t request permission to dance, so technically I’m not breaking the rules. Furthermore, he did save me from being slaughtered, so it's only fair I dance with him for a song or two to show my appreciation, isn’t it?
As we dance, the stranger’s hands drift over my body. He takes in my curves, but not once does his groping go over a PG rating—unfortunately.
As if he heard my private thoughts, he spins me around to grind his crotch against my backside. Images of my favorite classic movieDirty Dancingflash before my eyes. This guy—who still remains nameless—has all the moves like Patrick Swayze did in that movie.
“Nobody puts Baby in the corner,” I murmur to myself, my mood picking up.
When my gaze lifts to check on the location of Emily and Nicole, I’m shocked to discover Emily dancing with a man in gray trousers and a white business shirt. She hasn’t stopped talking about a guy she met months ago called Noah. I thought part of her reasoning for the mini makeover we did today was to impress him, so I’m somewhat surprised she's dancing with a man who appears several years older than her.
Guilt for breaking our girl-code lessens when Emily seduces the good-looking businessman. Her flirty dance moves free me to enjoy the sensuality you can only experience when dancing with someone as equally captivated by music as you. I lean in deeper to my dance partner, making sure my backside is firmly planted on his crotch, before bringing out my best moves.
Within minutes, the heat on the dance floor becomes stifling. Sweat from my drenched hair rolls down my neck unchecked as my body temp triples. I’m about to wipe away the mess on my neck when the rigid bumps of a tongue lap it up.
Oh my, did he just lick me?
My pussy pulses with desire when the stranger’s first lick is quickly followed by another. And another. And another. From the erection digging into my ass, I can easily perceive I’m not the only one aroused by his wickedly sensual moves.
I don’t know how many licks occur before I spot a concerned Emily pacing my way. The man she was dancing with is nowhere in sight, and she looks genuinely upset.
When I twirl to face my dance partner, his closed eyes flutter open. “I’ll be back,” I inform him, praying he knows this is only an intermission in our exchange, not the end of it.
I wait for him to nod before closing the distance between Emily and me.
“I’m not feeling very well, so I’m going to take a taxi home and jump into bed,” I overhear Emily telling Nicole.
Knowing Emily wouldn’t leave without a good reason, I say, “We’ll come with you.”
I hate that I’m leaving just as things are getting exciting, but Emily means more to me than a nameless sexy-as-hell guy. Besides, another one of our rules is that no one leaves alone. If one goes home, we all go home.
