He quickly got up and took her to the restroom. She slammed the door shut. A few minutes later she emerged, wiping her face with a paper towel. “False alarm. I think it’s too hot in here, and I had too much whiskey.”
“Do you want me to take you home?” he asked.
She ran the paper towel down her throat. “Do you mind?”
“Not at all. Let’s go.” He flung his arm around her shoulder and walked out of the club with her. Outside, the cool night breeze felt good as it fanned over his face. “It was too fucking hot in there. You feeling better?”
Breanna had her head back, and he could see the rise and fall of her chest as she inhaled deeply. “I’m feeling a whole lot better. It was a sauna in there.”
“We shoulda gone to the backyard. In the summers, we always have a makeshift bar during parties. I don’t know why I didn’t think of it.”
“That would’ve been better. How can so few women take care of so many men? It was like an orgy in there. Doesn’t anyone believe in privacy?”
Steel shrugged. “Everyone’s used to it. The club girls get off on being watched, and some of the brothers do too. Not all the guys are into it.”
“Are you?”
“No. I like my privacy. But I’m down if another brother wants to fuck his brains out with a chick while we all watch. It’s harmless as long as both people are cool with it.”
“I guess. It just seems like all you guys do is drink and screw. I’m amazed anything ever gets done at all.”
He chuckled. “We’re a fucking amazing club. You ready to go?”
He waited for her to climb behind him, and then he took off. He pulled into her driveway and walked her to the front porch. “I had a really good time.”
She smiled. “Don’t sound so surprised. I had a good time too. Are you headed back to the clubhouse?”
“Yeah. I’ll have a few more shots, and then I’ll call it a night.” He stared into her eyes that appeared darker under the inky sky.
“Do you want to come in for a nightcap?” she asked softly.
His gaze locked with hers. “Are you sure? ’Cause if I come in, baby, I’m not leaving until morning.”
“I’m sure,” she said in a low voice.
“Let’s go inside.” He followed her into the house. When she closed the door, he crushed her to him and kissed her deeply as she flung her arms around him and kissed him back.
“I’ll get your beer and meet you in my bedroom. You remember where it is?”
“Yeah,” he breathed as he peppered her neck with nips and light kisses. She pulled away and went into the kitchen. He watched her as she took out two beers and two bottles of water. Shuffling to the bedroom, he kicked off his boots and stripped to his boxers, then sat on the bed and waited for her to come in.
She handed him a beer and sat down next to him. He placed the beer on the nightstand and drew her into his arms, kissing her deeply. “You got some sexy shit under your dress?”
“Maybe. You like lingerie?”
“On you, fuck yeah. I wanna peel it off.” He slid his hand down to the hem of her dress and shoved it up past her hips. Looking down, he sucked in his breath when her sheer gold panties revealed her smooth lips. He whistled softly. “Fucking beautiful.” He slid his hand over the top of the translucent fabric, running his fingers up and down. “Does that feel good?” he asked between kisses.
“Hmm…. Let me take my dress off,” she whispered as she tried to straighten up.
“I’ll do it.” He tugged her dress over her head and it rustled to the floor. A sheer gold bra encased her full breasts, the creamy skin tempting him for a taste. He lowered his head and lightly bit the tops of her tits, then dipped his tongue in the cleavage. Her skin was like velvet, and tasted salty-sweet. The heady scent of vanilla and apricot wound around him, making his dick pulse. With his teeth he lowered each bra strap, loving the way she gasped and arched her back, pressing her tits closer to his mouth. He slowly unclasped her bra and it fell in his lap.
With tenderness, he cupped her breasts, loving the way they were heavy yet soft. His fingers grazed across her nipple and when she sucked in her breath, the sound went straight to his cock. “You have beautiful tits, baby.” He flicked her nipples with his tongue, loving the way they turned into hard needy beads. As he played with her breasts, his hand skimmed down her taut stomach, landing on the small patch of fabric between her legs. He slipped his hand inside her panties, his fingers parting her swollen lips. “Damn, you’re wet. I like that.” Leaving her tits, he kissed her passionately before he trailed his mouth down her throat, nipping at her delicate skin.
“I like that,” she croaked. She had her hands buried in his hair, her nails scratching his scalp.
He continued to kiss a path down over her tits, around her rib cage, and over her belly, her whimpers and shivers as he touched her fueling his fire. When he nipped at the soft, sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, she pulled his hair so hard his scalp ached. “You loving this?”
“Uh… huh. You’re doing some good stuff to me.”
