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I glanced downstairs toward the club’s entrance. The bouncer Holmes used for insurance was not-so-subtly escorting four guys in leather pants toward the door. I grabbed the pitcher and refilled my glass.This is going to be a long night.
All the ladies were whistling and cat-calling while the guys walked around the room like they were auditioning for Magic Mike: the musical. Apparently, no one cared that Operation Banana Hammock had been infiltrated by the enemy. Ashton tilted his chin at Hendrix who smiled, then walked over to Kacey and guided her to one of the purple velvet chairs. The other two guys stood on each side of her while Hendrix stood with his legs shoulder-width apart right in front. He started rolling his hips and inching his t-shirt up his body.
I’d seen that move before. I knew that hip roll like I knew the way from my bed to the toilet without ever turning on a light—by heart. I’d seen him hypnotize more girls than I could count with that move alone. Magic. Pure magic, I tell you.
Two years.
I hadn’t seen him in two fucking years, and the first time had to be like this.
Oh. My. God.
The wink.
He planned this.
That cocky prick.
If it wasn’t my best friend’s bachelorette party, I would have throat punched him for doing this to me.
His tanned skin glowed reddish orange under the club lights. He slowly pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor by his feet, revealing a Designed-By-Crossfit set of chiseled abs, broad back and shoulders. Kacey licked her lips while Holmes and Lexi stared at him like it was their first time ever seeing a shirtless man.
Amateurs.
Then he did this…this…thing. And as soon as he did it, I lost all sense of rational thought. During one of his intoxicating hip rolls, he pulled his pants down to expose his butt cheeks—not the reason my brain turned to mush. I’d seen Hendrix’s ass almost as much as I’d seen the hip roll. When we were teenagers, he had this running joke he liked to callScratch my Back. He’d pretend he had this unreachable itch, and the minute I lifted his shirt to actually scratch his back, his pants would be pulled down. I’d like to say I stopped falling for it eventually, but the truth was I always “fell for it.” I never got tired of seeing his ass, so we played that game until one day we didn’t anymore.
As nice as his ass was, it wasn’t the even butt cheek reveal that got me. It was the thing that cameafterthe butt cheek reveal. He angled himself just enough to the left so that I caught a glimpse of a dark smattering of hair right below the lowered waistline of his pants. That whisper of hair was a like whiff of bacon and coffee on a Sunday morning, the opening line of a really good book, that gentle morning breeze the first time you open your door to look outside. It was the hint that there was more to come, and damn it was going to be good.
Still, it wasn’t the glimpse at the evidence of Hendrix’s manhood that got me either. Although it hadn’t hurt, that was for sure.
What got me—really got me—was the thingafterthe glimpse, when he grabbed a handful of Kacey’s hair in his fist and tugged her head back. Then he did this other hip thing, this new and never-before-seen-by-me hip thing. It wasn’t a roll at all. It was more like a thrust, like he was fucking butnotfucking Kacey’s mouth with a cock that was still one hundred percent neatly tucked into his pants but that I could imagine with every one of my functioning brain cells.Thatis what did me in. With the hair grabbing and the thrusting, I was a goner.
He glanced over at me in my moment of weakness and caught me staring. I tried to brush it off by taking a sip of my drink but only ended up stabbing myself in the cheek with my straw.
He smirked.
Asshole.
I ran my fingers up my throat and cupped the back of my neck, verifying what I already knew. My skin was on fire. The beat of the music dropped lower and the whole club vibrated. I felt that tremble all the way to my core. Hendrix pulled Kacey’s head down, bringing her eye level with his crotch. His urgent thrusts began to slow into more careful, deliberate ones. A slow, steady rock. Back and forth. His eyes stayed trained on mine.
For the love of all things holy.
I finally found my straw with my tongue and gave my drink a good, long pull. Then I licked the salt off the rim of my glass. He tilted his head back and parted his lips, and my eyes soaked in every inch of him. The round curve of his ass and the dip in the side of his butt cheek that said,put your hands right here. Guide me where you want me to go.
I drank in the way he held Kacey by the hair and rocked his pelvis back and forth. The way his head tipped back, and his mouth opened just wide enough for him to suck in a deep breath. And the veins. God, the veins. Thick and strong from his abdomen all the way past that whisper of dark hair that disappeared into his pants.
This was not the playful Hendrix that once stood up in the middle of a hibachi dinner and asked to juggle the utensils. This was Hendrix 2.0, the special edition.
This wasn’t the childhood friend who promised he’d never let anyone hurt me. This man was going to break me. And the worst part—he’d enjoy it.
I hadn’t even processed it all yet. Hadn’t had a chance to compartmentalize Sex God Hendrix from Best Friend Hendrix when he was standing right in front of me. Ashford had taken his rightful spot in front of Kacey, and Hendrix was grabbing my hand and pulling me out of my chair. He’d pulled his pants up, but he could have coated himself in armor and I would have still seen that “V”, that patch of hair, those veins.
His chest glistened with sweat. I wanted to lick it off just like the salt on my margarita. Then rational thought kicked in.You cannot go down that road.
A waitress in black bottoms that made the Hooter’s girls look like nuns showed up with a tray full of shots. She handed Hendrix one of the tiny glasses filled with green liquid and licked her lips as she watched him throw his head back and down it.
He brushed his thumb across his bottom lip, then looked at me. “Your turn.”
Hendrix grabbed another shot from the tray at the same time I did. We clinked our glasses then let the sour liquid slide over our tongues and down our throats.
