Page 28 of Just Past Two

Sam smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “You remember when you used to make me guess what drinks you wanted to order? And you always told me whatever I picked was exactly what you wanted.”

“And then you figured me out.” Abby started laughing, the memory coming back all at once. “So you started ordering really horrible shit, trying to get me to admit I was lying about it being exactly what I wanted.”

“And I’d drink it all for you.” He looked younger, happier, lighter than she’d seen him in months. How had she ever thought he’d been upset about this? This game was the most fun they’d had in a while.

She drank some more of her Bellini, the bubbles fizzing up into her nose, taking increasingly long swigs until she downed the entire drink and set her glass on the bar. “Come on and dance with me.” She grabbed his hand. He tossed back the rest of his drink and did.

Of course, as soon as she moved into his arms, the pulsing beat of the music flowing through them, he pushed a button on the phone in his pocket and the vibrator started. Not high, not all the way up, but stronger than it had been, strong enough to soften her knees and make her wobble against him. He caught her, holding her close, pulling her against him. “There we go. Dance with me, sweetheart.”

Each shift of her hips, each gyrating movement, pushed the vibrator further against her. It moved with her like it was attached, stimulating her mercilessly. Was this really happening? Was she really getting teased by Sam, in a public place, where bodies pressed in on all sides and nobody could tell what was happening? She couldn’t move away from the vibration because it was snug against her, as tightly as Sam was, the music pulsing and her clit throbbing beneath the vibrator that clicked her arousal higher and higher.

“Please,” she breathed, and he must be able to see the word on her lips even if he couldn’t hear her over this music. He reached into his pocket and…the vibrator went up higher.

Fuck. She gasped loud enough that he could probably hear her, probably multiple people could hear her. His expression was so pleased, so smug, so confident. Jesus, this side of him had been here all along, hiding beneath his calm exterior, and he was going to make her come in the middle of this dance floor.

She mutely blinked up at him, all her words gone. He was watching her, watching this happen, watching what her face looked like when the climax began to build in her body. Leaning down, he brushed his lips against her ear. “I want to watch you come like this.” He dipped her back and moved against her, encouraging the rocking of her hips, the desperate desire for more stimulation that might look to anyone else just like some particularly close dancing.

She could not hold out any longer. Her muscles tensed, and clinging to Sam’s shirt, she came with a single slow, shaky exhale. Her pussy spasmed intensely, clenching and clenching around this one small toy, clit twitching beneath the relentless vibration that would not let her down. Sam watched her with his lips parted and eyes half closed, so clearly turned on. His arousal was as hot as the situation. He definitely loved watching her. He loved watching this, watching her lose control, loved every moment of this display she was putting on only for him.

He dropped his hand into his pocket once more and the vibrator stopped, giving her sensitive nerves a rest, and she sagged against him, supported by his arm. “Let’s go sit,” he murmured, unnecessarily, because she was obviously going to need to sit down.

“Holy hell.” She sank down onto one of the couches in the corner, where people gathered to talk a little farther away from the dancing. Her heart pounded hard against her ribs, thrumming, slowly regulating along with her breathing. Sam sat close by her side, his arm over her shoulders.

“That was so sexy.” He kissed her, just like that, right in the middle of the club, open-mouthed and filthy hot. She may have just come, but she was in the mood to fuck him right here if it wouldn’t get them both arrested.

“I am a mess.” She giggled against his mouth, dizzy and light-headed. “I need some air. Or water.”

“You want to go outside?” He gestured to the door.

“Nah, but maybe get me some water?”

Sam went to do so, and Abby was left sitting on the couch, getting her bearings. She looked around the club. Back when they were younger, they’d meet friends here. It wouldn’t be unusual to see someone she recognized. She hadn’t wanted to look too closely before, what with the circumstances, but now she had recovered somewhat and was able to focus on something other than her clit.

Well, fuck.

Zachary Levine sat leaning on the bar, chatting in his amiable way with the very handsome bartender. She hadn’t seen him before, but she hadn’t been looking. Had he been there the whole time? The club was crowded, and they had been caught up in a sea of people. Now, she was a direct line of sight to him, this man she hadn’t seen since college and then, suddenly, saw twice in one month.

Sam was at that same bar, getting her water, and they didn’t seem to notice each other. There were a number of people between them, so that made sense; the whole club was busy on a Friday night. Sam got her glass of ice water and another drink for himself and sat down next to her on the couch, handing her glass over to her.

“Zach is at the bar.” She tried to sound normal, casual, like she was making an observation. “Zachary Levine. From the reunion.” She took a minute to sip some of her water. Her head didn’t feel clearer now; it felt foggy, like the presence of Zach had confused her all over again when she was just starting to clear up. What the hell?

Sam followed her gaze toward the bar. He tensed up. They’d watched Zach have sex with someone at the reunion. They’d laughed and joked and told old stories, and then Zach had gone onto the porch to fuck another woman and they’d watched and both gotten hot over it. Sam had said he was okay. He’d said it turned him on. That had started this whole “share a fantasy” thing they were doing, this game that was quickly becoming more consuming all the time. Maybe Sam had changed his mind. Maybe seeing Zach was bringing up some feelings in him.

“You should go visit with him.” Sam leaned back on the couch.

“What?” She looked from Sam to Zach and then back to Sam.

Sam licked his lips. “Dance with him.”

“I don’t…” She stopped. This was weird. “I don’t have feelings for Zach like that. I’m with you. I’m married to you.”

Sam turned a little pink. It was hard to tell, with the lights in the club changing, but he was definitely blushing. What the hell?

“I like to watch you flirt,” he admitted. “It’s hot. I want to see you flirt with Zach. If… I mean, if you’re comfortable with it.”

Fuck, she shouldn’t want that. She shouldn’t want to go over and flirt with Zach. She was a married woman. She was happy with Sam. Zach was all the things she’d left behind. This wasn’t just voyeurism, this was something more, something on the verge of indecency, and the desire ramping up in her body was dangerous.

At her silence, he continued. “You don’t have to, if it makes you uncomfortable. But if you’re just worried about me, I…” He trailed off, then closed his eyes, gathering his resolve before he opened them again. “It really turns me on. Watching you, watching you flirt with him, I…I want to see that.”