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I couldn’t say how long we danced before Taylor reached up a hand and wiped the sweat off her brow. She mouthed the words,I’m thirstyup at me, and I gave her a nod and took her by the hand, leading her out of the dancing crowd, toward the bar. My cock was rock hard, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t the only one sporting a bulge in a place like this… and with the dim lights, it wasn’t like it was totally visible.
We made it to the bar, but the bartender was on the other side of the bar, refilling someone else’s drink. I leaned against the counter, trying to get the guy’s attention, but he was too busy flirting with a pair of girls who wanted more drinks.
After a while, when the dude still wouldn’t look over at us, I told Taylor, “I’ll grab him. Stay here.” It was only a twenty-foot walk, but you never knew. The last thing I wanted to do was lose sight of Taylor in a place like this. It’d take forever to find her again. Or, at least, it’d feel like forever.
As she nodded at me, I left her side, zigzagging around the people who were talking near the bar. I leaned on the counter near the pair of girls the bartender was flirting with, and I spoke loudly, “Hey man, we need a drink down there.”
The bartender was younger than me; it had to be why he let the pretty faces of girls in the club distract him from his actual job. He told the girls he’d be right back, and then he stood in front of me, saying, “Sure, man, what’ll you have?”
“You got any Dr. Pepper or Cherry Coke?”
“I got that D.P.” Trying to be cool, I guess, but only sounding weird to me. He probably wasn’t used to anyone ordering anything that didn’t have alcohol mixed in it, somehow.
“Give me one, and a glass of water too. We’re down there.” I pointed to the other end of the bar, where Taylor was—except I saw Taylor wasn’t alone. A pair of guys had come up to her and were currently trying to talk to her.
I literally couldn’t leave her alone for five seconds in this place. I mean, come on. What the fuck? My jaw ground, and I pushed away from the bar counter as the bartender got to work getting our drinks. I headed back, my hands clenching into fists at my sides.
I knew she’d get too much attention in that dress. Even when I was right beside her, that didn’t stop anyone from checking her out. The fucking gall of these guys.
“Sorry,” Taylor was busy saying when I came upon her and the two guys, “I’m with someone—” You could hardly hear her voice over the music.
The two guys were plain. Neither particularly handsome or well-built. Neither one intimidated me. Still, they saw me walking up and one of them had the balls to say, “I don’t mind. Just one dance.”
I set a hand on Taylor’s lower back, staking claim on her without saying a word. My eyes turned to size up the two guys before her, and I frowned at them. She turned her head toward me, noticing my unhappy expression right away. The two guys, on the other hand, either were oblivious or chose not to care. Both were mistakes on their part.
“She’s with me,” I told them, narrowing my eyes at them. “Now why don’t you two leave while I’m still feeling nice?” I practically growled out that question. Anyone who was sane would hear the danger in my tone, would understand that I was not to be trifled with.
But they were dumb. They didn’t take the not-so-subtle hint. The one puffed himself up, like he could make himself appear bigger and I would back down. Neither were as tall as me, though, and neither were as fit. I could take them both down without breaking a sweat. Hell, I bet I could do it without blinking.
I moved to step in between them and Taylor, leaning over them with a sneer on my face. “I suggest you find another girl to occupy your time with,” I growled out, “because I’d rather kill you than stand back and watch your fumbling attempts at picking up my girl.”
The one I’d spoken the threat to let out a chuckle—but it was a mirthless sound, joyless, like deep down, he knew I was being serious and he shouldn’t take me lightly. The other guy took a step back and pulled on his friend’s sleeve.
“Come on, man, it ain’t worth it. There are other girls,” his friend said.
“Your friend’s smart,” I whispered. “You should go.”
I could tell he didn’t want to move, didn’t want to leave and give up whatever claim he thought he had made on Taylor in the short time I was gone, but in the end, he did just that. As he and his friend walked away, mumbling something under their breaths at me, I turned back to Taylor.
She was busy reaching for the drink the bartender had placed before us: the Dr. Pepper. She took a sip, eyebrows furrowing as she asked, “What did you say to them?” She didn’t hear me, which was good. Threatening strangers was something she wouldn’t approve of, I’d bet.
I took the glass of water and downed half of it in two gulps as I shrugged. I couldn’t tell her that I’d threatened him, but I didn’t want to lie to her, either. So, I would settle for simply not telling her.
As we stood there and drank, refueled, I couldn’t stop myself from eyeing her up. In that tight little black dress, Taylor was hot. The hottest girl in this club, without a question. It wasn’t a wonder why those guys had come up to her the moment she was alone, hoping against all odds she’d give them the time of day.
But she wasn’t a free girl. She was claimed. This one was mine, and she always would be.
Taylor set down her glass after taking another sip, and she inched toward me, leaning her head against my chest. “You’re the only one I want,” she told me, slow to lift those green eyes up at me, the words of affirmation good to hear.
I was still beyond annoyed at those guys, but she had a way of calming me down. Still, though… there was something I had to do before we left this club for the night, something that would make everyone—the guys especially—know that Taylor was not a dish for them, that she wasn’t on their menu.
She went to take another sip, but I grabbed her wrist instantly after that, cutting the sip short. I pulled her along, not stopping when I heard her yell, “What’s going on?” I tugged her away from the bar, to the dancing crowd. We moved through the people, my goal the deepest part of the club, in the dark corners of the place, one of the few spots where no one danced.
It was closer to the DJ’s booth, so the music did get louder. If Taylor said anything else after that, I didn’t hear her. I didn’t need to. I knew how to read her body, knew that certain parts of her could be more articulate. Sometimes you didn’t need to use words.
I pulled her around me, pushing her back against the wall and pinning her there. We were only ten feet from the corner of the dancing crowd, but it didn’t matter. With the low lights, with my back to them, they wouldn’t see much of anything—however, those that did see would know exactly what we were doing.
I brought a hand to Taylor’s jaw, tilting her head back. I leaned down, pressing my lips on hers in a rush, kissing her just as hard and as fast as the beat of the song playing in the speakers. She came to life, those ridiculously soft lips melding into mine, accepting whatever I would give.
