Page 29 of Just Past Two

Sam had said some pretty filthy things in the midst of Kink Night last week, stuff about seeing another man fucking her. She’d chalked it up to dirty talk, but maybe there was some truth underneath it all. And if he wanted her to flirt with Zach? Fine, all right. Tonight was about his fantasies. She could do it. If he regretted it afterward, that was on him, not her.

Please don’t regret it afterward.

She’d had only one drink, and then a glass of water, so her legs were steady as she made her way across the dance floor to slide onto the barstool next to Zach.

Zach took a moment to place her, and then his whole face lit up. He was beautiful when he smiled, beautiful no matter what. The desire bubbling up inside her felt dangerous, like playing with fire, but if Sam wanted to see her indulge, she would indulge. “Abby!” He leaned in to give her a hug, a bit awkward across their barstools. “What the hell are you doing here? Where’s your husband?” He looked around, his brow furrowing.

“He’s over there on the couch.” She gestured over to Sam, who raised a hand in greeting, looking casual as can be. “It’s great to see you again.”

“Same. You know, I thought once I moved back, I might be running into people I knew, but this is a much more pleasant surprise than I expected.” Zach’s eyes sparkled.

“I didn’t know you knew how to salsa dance.”

“I learned in Florida.” Zach winked. “It’s a great place to pick people up.”

The song changed, a pulsing beat mimicking her heart rate. “Do you want to dance?” she asked.

Zach paused, then looked over at Sam, who was still watching them with a placid expression on his face. “Your husband is cool with that?”

Oh, to tell him the truth. “Of course,” she said, smiling. “You and I are old friends.”

“Well, then.” Zach slid off the stool and held out his hand. “I suppose it couldn’t hurt.”

Apparently Zach was not worried about offending Sam. Now that he had her on the dance floor, he swept her up against him, holding her right against his warm body, and moved with her like they had been born to it. He was easy to follow, shifting with the beat, guiding her along. He’d be like this in bed. The thought slipped into her mind unbidden. People fucked the way they danced, and Zach danced with easy confidence and grace.

“You come here often?” he asked, and it was so much like a pickup line, she laughed.

“No, we haven’t been here in years. What about you?”

“First time back since I moved. Seems like it’s a night for coincidence.” He smiled at her, white teeth flashing in the light, and suddenly a jolt of vibration raced up through her clit and made her breath catch in her throat. Zach didn’t notice, spinning her around and pulling her back into his embrace. Abby caught Sam’s eye over on the couch, and he was smiling wickedly, his phone in his lap. Holy shit. He lifted his chin, a bit of challenge, and the vibration turned up a whole additional level.

Only with extreme concentration could she keep her wits about her. Pressed up against Zach like this, if he moved his knee between her legs, shifted minutely to dance more intimately with her, he would feel the vibration. She couldn’t let him know. She had to hide this spiraling pleasure, the buildup to climax that, if she was very careful to ignore, she could probably keep at bay.

“How come we never dated back in college, Abby?” Zach stepped back, giving a few respectful inches between them.

“We were never single at the same time?” Abby shifted her hips, rocking the vibrator against her while she kept time to the music. “Ahhh…um…and I didn’t know if you were into me.”

Zach laughed. “Come on. How could I not be? Look at you.” He backed up, holding her at arm’s length, eyeing her curves.

Abby blushed. But Sam had wanted her to flirt, and she wanted to flirt, so she spun around and looked at him over her shoulder. “How about this side?”

“Abby Wood If She Could.” He pulled her back against him, crossing her own arms over her belly with his grip on her wrists. Every line of him pressed against her own softness. “You’re teasing me something crazy.”

His lips were only a centimeter from her ear. If she leaned one way, he could bite her earlobe, tease that sensitive spot, kiss her all the way down her neck. Fuck, she wanted this, and she shouldn’t, shouldn’t want anything like this. But then, the vibrator turned up all the way, a sudden spike of can’t-escape pleasure racing up through her body. This was going to happen, with Zach’s body pressed right against her back, his arms wrapped around her, Sam watching from the couch, and she bit her lip for silence as this pleasure built.

And then…it stopped. She wobbled, short of an orgasm, the desperation so fresh in her skin it burned. Oh, God, what was she doing? Did she really want to come here, in Zach’s arms? She straightened, catching the rhythm of the dance again, regulating her breathing as her clit throbbed, unfulfilled.

“Easy there.” Zach placed a kiss on her cheek, right on her jawbone, and spun her around to face him. Her arousal was ebbing back to something normal, the simmering desire beneath her skin, and the vibrator lay silent between her legs. She caught her breath. Zach was looking at her like he wanted to take her into his arms and kiss the breath right out of her once again.

Fuck, this was already going too far. She forced a smile as the music changed. “Thanks for the dance. I’m gonna go check in with Sam.” She let go of his hands and wobbled on shaky legs over to the couch.

…

Sam could not wait to get his hands on Abby again. He’d known it would be hot to see her dance with someone else, just like it was hot imagining her with someone else in his fantasies. But he’d had the vibrator. He could tease her, and then do more than tease her. As he had watched, she’d pressed back against Zach, closed her eyes, her mouth falling open, and approached her orgasm…but he’d stopped her short. He could have taken her all the way. No one else would have been able to tell, but he didn’t want that, not exactly like this.

He wanted more.

She came over to him and sat beside him on the couch, and he kissed her hard. She tasted like alcohol and sin and everything he wanted to devour. She shivered in his arms, soft, pliant, receptive. She’d been brought near the edge, and arousal must be burning her veins. She wasn’t the only one: his cock was hard enough to burst the seams on his trousers. She brushed against him, her hand skimming up his thigh and then not so innocently touching his length, and he gasped against her mouth.