by Blue Saffire
Right now looking at my brother I can see him warring with his inner feelings. “What Bro, I think you should go after her. You have had a thing for her since high school if not longer,” I say and nudge his side.
Noah narrows his eyes at me. “She is not interested and she is in a relationship,” he grumbles.
“Fine suit yourself, but you are lying to yourself.” I chuckle, but it is the truth.
My laugh is cut off as both Bean and Nellie exit the restroom area and head our way. “Don’t see you laughing now,” Noah chuckles. “You better decide what you want to do because someone is going to make a move on that before the night is over.”
He is right; they are walking right in our direction. The girls have been sitting at their own table while Noah, Johnathan, and I have been at the bar. Braxton, Toby, Felix, and Ryan are all out at one of the outdoor pool tables surrounded by a bunch of girls.
However, when Nellie and Bean do pass neither acknowledges us. It is then that I realize they have both been drinking more heavily than I had noticed. In truth, I think Nellie and Heather started before arriving here at the bar. When Nellie puts a little extra sway in her hips, I almost growl. Fuck this, I’m tired of waiting.
“Distract Bean,” is all I say as my mind is made up. I have just the thing for that ass she is shaking.
~B~
Nellie
I think I’m tipsy. I can’t believe I let Heather dress me in this outfit, and then I let her talk me into drinking shots. I may like to try new things with my wardrobe, but I am a little too shy for this outfit. So Heather had a point in getting some liquid courage in me to actually get me out of her place in this outfit.
I mean come on. Black leather spandex pants that leave nothing and I mean nothing to the imagination. A black corset with red stitching that mind you is pushing my breasts to the forefront of everyone’s attention. Then there is the icing on the cake, the four-inch red stiletto ankle boots.
For the millionth time tonight I give myself a pat on the back because tipsy and all, I am rocking these shoes. I guess my shoe fetish is paying off. I love heels and buy them mostly because I am vertically challenged. Although I don’t think I have a pair that could help me to stand eye to eye with Wyatt.
It was incredible to have him hold me the way he did at the office. I would love to stare into his eyes like that for hours. I have seen girls try to get his attention tonight, but he has had his eyes on me every time I look over to the bar where he and his brothers have been posted.
I really am tipsy, because that thought makes me put a little more sway in my step, as I smile to myself. I look at Bean walking ahead of me while holding my fingertips, so we don’t lose each other in the crowd. This place really has started to become packed.
I scan her outfit that happens to be courtesy of Heather as well. We stopped to drop it off at her job before coming here. Her boyfriend wouldn’t approve of something like this. Heather told me he is a bit controlling. I wasn’t happy to hear that. I have learned it to be true since I have been back home. She really hasn’t spent much time with me, and I think it has to do with him.
I don’t like it, but I am in no position to give relationship advice. I know I sure didn’t listen when everyone tried to warn me. I furrow my brows in thought as I scan the outfit that would have definitely set Barry off if I had worn something like it.
Bean is wrapped in a tight bandage dress that shows off her tight little body and cute butt. Her nude heels are as high as mine, but they make her toned light brown legs look amazing. I love my Bean, and I trust her with all my secrets. I know she feels the same way. I hope she would come to me if she really needed help.
I go to tap Bean on her shoulder to giggle something silly in her ear. Before I can reach for her, I feel a sharp slap on my ass. Not just a slap, but a slap followed by a firm squeeze of my cheek. I stop in my tracks and rip my hand out of Bean’s grasp. With the hand, I had intended to tap Bean with I swing to slap the jerk that had the audacity to touch me.
Only my hand is caught in a firm, but not painful grip. I scowl at the chest I am facing and take a step back to look up at the face attached to my new annoyance. Heat runs through me as I look up into familiar golden whiskey colored eyes. That Patrón is really something because I hadn’t even noticed we were walking by Wyatt and his brothers.
That has to be the reason I am just staring up into his eyes, looking at his handsome, chiseled by the hands of God, face. A girl can hope right because if I am just staring because his face alone puts me in a trance, then I am more gone for this man than I thought.
He must think I am some type of moron by now. And that’s when his tongue darts out to lick his lips, and I see that damn piercing in his tongue. I have had so many inappropriate fantasies about what he can do to me with that piercing alone.
That piercing just speaks to the rumors of him being a certified freak. Suddenly, I am tired of hearing rumors about the man I want. I am getting really tired of trying to fight my feelings for him. At the time, I wanted to kill him for answering that call, but now I am just turned on as I think of how he was willing to stand up for me.
As my brain plays catch up, my mouth and body take over. I am without a doubt tipsy because I would never in a million years do what I do next. Sure, somewhere in the back of my mind it is slowly registering that Wyatt Black is the one that grabbed my ass, but we are saving this detail for later when I have more brain power.
“Wyatt,” I squeal, lifting on my toes in an attempt to reach around his neck for a hug. Even in four-inch heels, my height is no match for all six three of Wyatt. Lucky for me he bends and wraps his arms around my waist pulling me up off the floor and against his chest. I bury my face in his neck and inhale his cologne. I love his cologne. It smells fresh with a hint of shea butter. “What are you guys doing over here?”
I am so out of it I don’t give him a chance to answer. I pull back enough to look him in the face. “You grew out your hair,” I gush stupidly as I think of how he used to wear his hair. It was one of the first things I thought when I first saw him at the airport. I am on autopilot and can’t seem to regain control. I push a lock of hair from his forehead.
“You have had a lot to drink,” he says with a drop dead gorgeous grin.
“You think so,” I ask in drunken awe.
When he doesn’t reply, I look into his eyes. I swallow and tug my hand back from his hair. “Wyatt, why are you looking at me like that,” I ask softly.
“Like what,” his voice rumbles through me and warms my belly. His gaze drops to my lips, and I pull my lower lip in between my teeth.
I blink a few times before answering. “Like you want to kiss me or something,” I say in all but a whisper.
His response has me stunned for almost a full minute. Wyatt lowers his head and captures my lips. It is not until I gasp in shock, and he groans into my mouth as his tongue gains entrance to my shocked lips that I come to the Patrón hindered realization that freaking Wyatt Black is devouring my mouth.
It is then that I wrap my arms around his neck and begin to kiss him back with all that I am. His arms tighten around me, causing me to realize the tight hold he has had on my waist all this time. I feel his tongue ring roll against my tongue and moan in his mouth.
Wyatt breaks the kiss and places his forehead on mine. “Fuck, I can’t think around you,” he growls. “I don’t want you like this.”
I feel my face fall and my heart shatter. Stupid me, why on earth would Wyatt want me after all that drama this morning? I start to push out of his arms, not able to look at him.
“Baby,” Wyatt says in his commanding voice. “I can see in your face you got me all wrong. You’re drunk. I’d prefer if you were sober for this.”
Heck, those words are sobering me up right now. I look up into his golden eyes, and I see nothing, but heat and desire. I can’t believe that look is for me. I don’t care how many times I have protested to Heather that I don’t want this man
. That is an outright lie. I have always wanted Wyatt.
I wish I hadn’t had so much to drink. It was sort of stupid of me to drink so much. I need to be alert. Another reason I know I am tipsy, I should have landed that slap to Wyatt’s face.
“Nellie, Nellie, Nellie,” Wyatt nuzzles my neck pulling me from my drunken wayward thoughts. My body is buzzing from more than the alcohol, as Wyatt sucks the sensitive skin on my neck into his mouth.
I moan and cling to his crisp black t-shirt as he sets me down on my feet. I really am sobering up. When I look up into his eyes, this time, I have questions in mine. Is this just another one night stand for him? Will we still have the friendship we started if we start to take this in a new direction? Will I disappoint him if I give myself to him?
“Stop thinking so much,” he says with a smile. He turns to the bar and orders two bottles of water. When he pays for them and collects the bottles, he turns to me as he opens one, handing it over to me. “Drink up.”
I take the water and start to sip at it as he watches me. For the first time, I really take him in. He is in a pair of blue jeans that are hanging low around his slim waist and a black t-shirt that is showing off his tightly muscled torso, over that he is wearing a light weight grey blazer.
My eyes travel back up his body, and I find him watching me as well. I chug the water out of nervousness now that I am sobering up. Wyatt reaches for the empty bottle and hands me the next one.
I take it, but tip my head to the side. He gives me a wolfish smirk and steps in closer to me. Wyatt brushes my bangs out of my eyes before reaching to cup my neck and drawing me into him; his lips are on mine once again, and I am pure putty in his hands.
He sucks and nips at my bottom lip before his tongue dives into my mouth. I can taste the sweetness from the beer he was drinking. I can tell you right now if this is what kissing Wyatt is always like I don’t stand a chance.
When his fingers lock in the nape of my hair, we both groan. The water in my hand is all but forgotten. I reach for his t-shirt with my free hand and pull him closer to me, but he breaks the kiss, much to my frustration. I whimper in disappointment.
“Drink up,” he says to me with the same panty-melting smile.
Chapter Ten
Wyatt
My better judgment knows I should be taking things slow with Nellie, but when she jumped into my arms, I was done for. It felt right, like where she belongs. I had to taste her lips. They were taunting me.
Nellie tastes like candy, so much better than I ever dreamed. I really hadn’t planned to kiss her; the plan was to just get her to come dance with me. I knew I was going to get a reaction out of slapping her ass; I just didn’t expect the one I got when she realized it was me.
Seeing that initial fire in her eyes and getting an up close look at her lush lips painted a glossy deep red, short-circuited my brain. Not to mention the feel of her body in my arms had me not wanting to ever let her go. I have watched her hug my brothers plenty of times, but she has always been wary of showing that type of affection toward me.
When she went in for that hug, I sopped it up like water to dry land. The feel of her body molding to mine and my arms molding around her body…it just left me wanting more. My brain fizzes out whenever she is close by so you can imagine what having her in my arms felt like.
I don’t want her thinking she has made a mistake in the light of day, so I plan to get her sobered up. I watch her closely as she drinks the second bottle of water. I am fighting within to keep my hands off of her, but it is a fight I am about to lose.
“Come dance with me,” I lean to whisper in her ear as she finishes the second bottle of water.
She smiles up at me and lifts a brow in question. The DJ here isn’t bad, he has been playing a mix of hip-hop, R&B, and EDM. Right now he is playing some older hip hop, so I am sure that is the reason for her questioning look. Little does Nellie know I have a few moves of my own.
She laughs when she sees I am serious. “You want to dance,” she says and tilts her head at me. “Okay Mr. Black, show me what you got.”
I slip my fingers in hers, and we head for the dance floor. Nellie is about to learn to stop underestimating me. I’ve got her in every way her man needs to have her.
~B~
Nellie
I can’t believe Wyatt is asking me to dance, let’s just say it is one of the last things I expected from him. I just can’t see him getting out here and dancing to hip hop music. As we step into the middle of the crowd, the DJ starts to spin Candy Shop. A smile hits my lips as I think of how he is about to embarrass himself right now.
I gasp in shock when he spins me with the hand he was leading me with. My back turns to him and his other hand lands on my hip. He steps up behind me and starts to rock his hips against mine.
Damn. Okay, so I may have been wrong. Wyatt’s hips move in time with the beat and soon he is grinding and rolling against me, and even guiding my hips and body to get down low with him. I snap out of my surprise and throw my arms back and around his neck.
He buries his face in my neck and starts to suck on it, not losing the beat once. When his hands start to move up my sides, I really get into it and roll my body back into his. He groans in my ear, his mouth kissing and licking on my neck. I wiggle my ass into him a little more knowing that the Patrón is still giving me more courage than I would normally have.
“Fuck,” Wyatt growls, reaching for my neck he turns my face to him and tongues me down. Even his kiss is in time with the beat and his hips.
I am completely drowning in him. His big body is so close I don’t think anyone can tell where he starts and I begin. I am vaguely aware of the song changing to Loungin’, Who Do You Love. Wyatt doesn’t falter as LL and Total, come through the speakers.
When I feel his hand snake between my legs and he cups my sex, I cream my panties instantly. I can feel his arousal grinding into my butt. I don’t know whether it is the alcohol or just me, but I want him, and I want him bad.
As if he is in my thoughts he breaks the kiss and moves his lips to my ear. “I want you,” he growls putting pressure on my clit through my pants with his thumb. “Your pussy is on fire, Baby.”
I look up into his eyes, and it is like they are glowing with desire and need. Not once has he lost his timing to the music, he has us rocking in a two-step, sway that is sexy as hell. I am speechless as my eyes lock with his. I bite my lip trying not to moan as his fingers work between my legs.
I have to thank Heather for insisting I wear these tight ass pants. I can’t help, but think about how good sex with Wyatt would be if this is how he moves on the dance floor. He dips his head and nips my lips a few times before biting hard and licking away the sting.
“I got something for you, Nellie, do you want it,” he whispers in my ear.
I turn in his arms and wrap my arms around his neck to answer him. I pull his head down to me first to taste his lips one more time. His hands slide down over my hips before moving to my backside. I pull away to answer him, but something catches his attention behind me.
I turn and follow his eyes. To my surprise, Toby and Braxton are standing behind me with their arms crossed and smirks on their faces. I pull away from Wyatt as embarrassment takes over. It just dawns on me that we are in the middle of a bar. I had completely forgotten about anything other than me and Wyatt and how he was making me feel.
I can feel my cheeks heat as all my bravado leaves. When I see Heather and Lucy bouncing over with drinks in their hands, I sigh in relief. I need more of that liquid courage right about now.
I take the drink Heather hands me and down it without thought. When I turn back toward Wyatt, his arms are crossed over his broad chest as he presses his lips at whatever Braxton and Toby are saying into his ears. They seem to be very amused. I take the other shot Lucy is holding and down it as well.
When Wyatt trains his eyes on me and the glass, I just emptied he frowns harder. He breaks away from his brothers tossing them
each a finger before he grabs me by my wrist. He pulls me along with him back to the table us girls had been sitting at.
Bean and Noah are already sitting at the table looking like they are having a heated conversation that stops the moment we get closer. Wyatt claims a seat across from them and pulls me into his lap. He nuzzles my neck before talking into my ear.
“You’re beautiful,” he says simply, causing me to blush.
“Thank you,” I say lamely.
He goes to say something else but is interrupted as our entire group comes together. Heather has a tray of shots this time. I grab another, but I don’t miss how Wyatt’s grip tightens around my waist.
“We should head upstairs for some karaoke,” Heather crows and shakes her hips.
“Oh no, no one said anything about singing and shit,” Johnathan shakes his head with his hands in the air.
Being the third oldest, he is the shortest of the brothers, but still over six feet tall. While he has the same chiseled face as his brothers, he is the pretty one. His dark looks are a bit softer than the rest of the guys. He is sexy underwear model, sexy while all of the others are more tattoo, biker, or sports car model sexy.
“Don’t worry, I didn’t intend for you to get up there. None of us want to see that trust me, but I know we would all love to see Nellie,” Heather coos.
My eyes go wide because I know she has set me up. This is the real reason she has been fortifying me with drinks. I should have known when she told me there was a karaoke lounge. Heather knows I am too shy to ever sing in public.
The one time I did sing in public was on a visit from her and Bean to Seattle, and we had been drinking in a small little dive. I start to shake my head vigorously, but it is too late. She has the interest of everyone in our group now.
