Watching Mine

by Alex Grayson

  A horn blares behind me, and I realize while I’ve been daydreaming the light has turned green. Even though there’s no one around to see it, heat creeps up my neck and into my cheeks. I drive the rest of the way trying my best to concentrate on my exam that’s coming up and not the man who’s rocked my world.

  Microbiology. My least favorite class and the one I struggle in the most. Not because I don’t understand the material, but because the professor is a hard-ass. While I respect him, I still want to shove my shoe up his ass when I’m up at two o’clock in the morning finishing an assignment I’ve already spent numerous hours on. Luckily, I’ve taken summer courses the last two years so I only have four classes this semester. This is my last year, and I couldn’t be more excited to earn my degree and put it to use.

  I do clinicals three days a week, and it’s those days that I enjoy the most. Dr. Morrow was my mom’s obstetrician, so I’ve known him literally since the day I was born. He was also mine with Avery. He’s old and grandfatherly, and I love working with him. But it’s the patients I enjoy the most. Seeing each woman come in every month, their stomach bigger than the last time I saw them. The look on their faces each time we listen to their little baby’s heartbeat. The joy of announcing what sex they’ll have. There’s no better feeling than knowing I was part of the team who helped keep their baby safe in the mother’s womb.

  I pull into the lot, park, grab my things, and climb from the car. Nerves have my hands fumbling with my keys, and they fall to the ground. With a huff, I bend and pick them up, giving myself a mental kick in the ass as I do so. This degree is so important. Not only to me, but to my parents and Avery, even if she doesn’t know it. I need this to prove to myself and them that I’m more than what I used to be. I’ve come a long way from where I was when Avery was conceived and born, but I want to be better. For me and my parents, but especially for Avery.

  With my bag and purse slung over my shoulder, my back straight, head held high, and with a renewed confidence, I march across campus, ready and determined to ace the exam.

  ***

  I LEAVE PROFESSOR WILKENS’ classroom and immediately dig my phone out of my purse. I look around and make sure no one is around who can look over my shoulder. A smile breaks across my face and warmth rushes between my legs as I reread the text message Nathan sent right as I was taking my seat. The professor came into the room and demanded attention before I got a chance to text him back.

  Nathan: I slept with your panties on my pillow so I would smell you all night.

  I shoulder my way out of the doors, my fingers flying over the screen as I reply.

  Me: I don’t know if that’s creepy or a turn on.

  As soon as I hit Send, the word seen appears at the bottom on the screen, then a second later, the little dots start to jump. It’s only a minute before his reply appears, but before I get a chance to look, my name is called.

  “Emberleigh! Wait up!”

  I look up from my phone and barely stop a groan as Jacob Bennigan jogs my way. He’s a sweet guy, smart, funny, good-looking, and very persistent. He asks me out every other week, and every other week, I decline. He’s all those things, which you would think would make a pretty good package, but he’s also still very much in his party boy stage. Everyone knows the shit that can happen at college parties. A shudder sweeps through me at the memories that surface. I already went through that stage in life, and I have no desire to repeat it.

  “Hey, Jacob.” I turn from him to my car door, hoping he’ll get the hint and move on. I hate to be rude, but I’m running out of excuses to refuse his offer to take me out.

  His huffing alerts me that my attempt to ignore him has failed. Once I unlock my car, I turn to him.

  His eyes, which I know were firmly planted on my ass, lift to mine. At least he has the decency to look apologetic at being caught.

  “You have plans this weekend?” he asks, giving me a grin I know works on a lot of girls. Fortunately, it doesn’t do anything for me.

  I don’t have plans, but I’m not telling him that.

  “I do, actually.” At his crestfallen look, I add, “I’m sorry.”

  He recovers quickly and flashes me a smile. “No worries. But one of these days you’re going to say yes to me.”

  I smile. Although it may be annoying, him asking me so much, he’s never offended by my rejections. I think it’s more of a game to him by now, which is fine because I’m never going to accept.

  Instead of saying that, I respond with, “Maybe.”

  He winks before walking off, and I blow out a breath. A second later, I’m opening my car door and climbing inside, impatient to get back to my conversation with Nathan.

  Nathan: It should definitely be a turn-on. I woke up this morning with them in my hand. Can you guess what I did with them?

  Warmth spreads up my legs, sending tingles between them.

  Me: I could guess, but I think I’d like it better if you told me.

  Nathan: I wrapped them around my cock and stroked myself to the image of you plunging your fingers in your greedy pussy.

  My head tips back against my seat as an image of him jacking off in my panties comes to mind. My nipples tingle and wetness floods my panties, causing me to squirm in my seat.

  Before I get a chance to respond, my phone dings with another message.

  Nathan: Meet me tonight.

  I lift my head and look out the window. Several students walk by, their arms full of books, laughing with their friends. There are people out on the lawn sitting under trees, enjoying the sunshine. Some stand by their cars, doors open with music playing.

  I drop my eyes back to the phone and contemplate Nathan’s question. I want to meet him again so badly. My body longs for more of what he can give it, but my mind tells me to be leery. I know I should do the smart thing—after all, I know virtually nothing about him—but my body’s craving wins out. When Avery and my parents get back in a few days, I’ll be responsible again. Until then, I’m going to enjoy Nathan.

  Me: When and where?

  His reply is immediate, like he already knew what my answer would be.

  Nathan: 9 at Blackie’s.

  Blowing out a breath, I tell him I’ll be there. A flutter of excitement goes through me, and I can’t help the big grin that takes over my face. I look at the time on my phone. Six hours.

  I shove the key in the ignition, start my car, and pull out of the parking lot, anticipation coursing through my veins the whole way home.

  ChapterSeven

  Nathan

  I’M LEANING AGAINST THE TRUCK, cigarette between my lips, when Emberleigh pulls into Blackie’s parking lot. She parks several spots away from my truck. I crush my cigarette beneath my boot and walk around to meet her. She doesn’t notice me at first, so I take a moment to watch her. She’s bent over, reaching for something in her car, so her dark purple skirt rides up her smooth legs, stopping just below her sweet spot. It sends an electric current to my dick. I have to bite my tongue to suppress my groan.

  She still doesn’t hear me when I walk over to stand directly behind her. I slip my hand between her thighs and run it up until I meet silk. She lets out a loud squeak and stands and turns. Both fear and outrage have her eyes turning a darker blue. When she notices it’s me, the emotions dissipate, replaced with heat. So much fucking heat that it nearly scorches me.

  “You should watch your surroundings,” I murmur, then yank her body against mine. “I could have been a stranger.”

  “But you are a stranger.” Her voice is breathless.

  One corner of my mouth quirks up. “True, but I’m the kind who will stop if you say no.”

  Before she has a chance to form a reply, I drop my head and take her lips like I’ve been dying to do since I left her the night before. Hell, since the night I saw her being fucked up against her window by another guy.

  A deep groan leaves my throat when her fingers dig into my hair. I palm her ass and shove my cock against her l
ower stomach, showing her just how fucking hard I am for her.

  When I pull back, her eyes flutter open. They look glassy, like she’s drunk off just my kisses. Fuck knows I’m fucking plastered on hers.

  “Let’s go,” I order, and tug her behind me.

  It’s Friday night, so Blackie’s is hopping. It’s still early, so it’ll be even busier later. I turn my head and ask her over the music, “What are you drinking?”

  “Something fruity. Surprise me.”

  I grunt and lead us to the bar, then turn sideways toward her. Grabbing her hand, I stick it in my back pocket. “Don’t let go.”

  She frowns, but nods anyway. She doesn’t get how dangerous it is for a woman alone in a place like this. Lukas has tight security and will fuck up anyone who fucks with his club or its patrons, but his eyes can’t be everywhere all the time, and there are some dumb idiots around who think they can get away with hurting women.

  That shit won’t happen on my watch.

  I order my two shots and her a tequila sunrise. I can feel Emberleigh’s hand squeeze my ass, so I look over my shoulder at her. She gives me an innocent smile, one I know is definitely not innocent.

  I turn and loop my arm around her waist, and bring her in front of me against the bar. My hips settle against hers, and my hands rest on the bar on either side of her. She’s forced to tip her head back to look at me. Her hands lie flat against my sides.

  “You like to play, don’t you?” I ask.

  Her tongue darts out and runs along her bottom lip, tempting me to lean down and bite it.

  “Maybe.”

  I lean down slowly, and it pleases the shit out of me when her eyes drop to my lips. Right before my lips touch hers, I veer to her cheek and lay a kiss there, then move to her ear. “It’s a good thing. I like to play too.” Then I drop my head farther and lick up her neck, plant a kiss where I stop, and lean back.

  Her lips are parted and with each heavy breath she takes, the tips of her tits hit my chest. Her nails dig into my sides. Even in the darkened club, I see the pretty color on her neck and cheeks. One corner of my mouth tips up at her once again dazed look.

  The bartender setting our drinks down behind her brings her out of her fog. She blinks a couple of times before turning around to face the bar, shoving her ass back against my aching dick.

  “Fuck, woman,” I groan, my hips instinctually pumping against her ass.

  With fiery eyes, she grabs her glass and brings it to her lips. Half of it’s gone by the time she puts it back on the bar. Surrounding her waist with one arm and plastering her back to my front, I grab one of my shots and throw it back.

  Emberleigh starts fanning herself with her hand. “It’s hot.” She looks over her shoulder at me. “It’s hot in here, isn’t it?”

  With a wicked grin, I pick up my last shot and grab her hand. “Get your drink.”

  Once she has it in her hand, I lead her over to a table close to the dance floor. Instead of us sitting across from each other, I sit in one of the chairs and pull her down on my lap, slightly sideways, but turned enough she can see the dance floor. She doesn’t complain and takes another sip of her drink before putting it down on the table.

  I turn my head and watch her as she watches the people on the dance floor. I know what she’s seeing. People grinding against each other, flashing skin you wouldn’t normally see in any other place. I know she likes what she sees too. It’s in the way she bites her lip and the pointed tips of her nipples.

  My hand goes to her thigh right below where her skirt stops. Her eyes jerk to mine. I hold her gaze as I rub my thumb back and forth, edging it just under her skirt.

  “Watch the people on the dance floor,” I tell her gruffly. “Don’t stop watching them.”

  After a moment, she does what I say. I never take my eyes off her as she watches the others. I’d bet my company she’s fucking soaked right now. My dick throbs in my jeans with the thought of her enjoying watching others like I do.

  I slowly move my hand up her thigh. Her legs are together, so I reach over with my other hand and pull them apart just far enough that I can slip my hand between them. A smile tugs at my lips when her hands grip the arms of the chair.

  Heat. I can feel her heat before I even make it to her pussy. And just as I suspected, her panties are drenched.

  A growl slips through my lips with the discovery.

  “You like watching others get off, don’t you, Emberleigh?” I ask, my voice coming out rough with desire.

  Her hand grabs my wrist, stopping my fingers from slipping beneath the edge of her panties. Her eyes stay on the dance floor.

  “You like it just as much as you liked me watching you on the dance floor.”

  She doesn’t say or do anything. Just keeps my hand from moving and her eyes facing forward. She pants quietly and the knuckles on the hand still gripping the arm of the chair are white. I know she’s turned on, but is it enough? I wait her out, wondering what she’ll do. Tell me to fuck off and call me a sick bastard, or let me continue.

  After several tense moments, her body stiff in my lap, her fingers relax around my wrist. Instead of letting it go, she guides my hand further up her legs until the tips of my fingers meet her wet panties. She turns her head and looks at me with eyes hooded and filled with sex. The look has my already hard cock turning to stone.

  “Yes,” she moans when I press my finger against her clit.

  I replace my finger with the heel of my hand and grind it against her. She drops her chin to her chest and lets out a soft moan, her eyes peeking at me under her lashes. I lean forward and tug on her bottom lip before sealing my mouth over hers. Her hand leaves my wrist and tangles in my hair, tugging my head closer.

  I pull back but keep my face close to hers. “Go out there and dance for me again. Like you did that night.”

  She blinks slowly, a smile appearing on her face. She bends to kiss my lips before getting up and walking across the dance floor, the material of her skirt swishing against her ass as she walks. She stops about fifteen feet in front of me, about as much distance as there was the other night.

  Keeping her back to me, she slowly sways her hips back and forth. I run my eyes from her heels up her gorgeous legs, over her sexy ass, the tanned skin of her partially exposed back, to her neck. She lifts her arms and trails them up her sides and underneath her hair, where she lifts it off her shoulders, then lets it slide back down through her fingers.

  The song that’s playing is soft and made for seduction.

  She turns her head and looks at me over her shoulder, shooting me a wink that goes straight to my dick.

  She drops her hands to her sides and slowly starts sliding up the material of her skirt. My eyes focus on the material, anticipation making my palms sweat. Blindly, I reach for my last shot and tip it back without breaking my eyes away from her.

  Her hands stop right as the material reaches the bottom of her ass cheeks. With her hips still moving seductively, she turns to face me, and fuck if the look she sends my way doesn’t wreak havoc on my body. It’s the fucking sexy smirk she’s wearing. It makes me want to prowl over to her, wrap her mile-long legs around my waist, and impale her on my cock.

  One hand slides up her ribs and stops just below her tit, while the other slides under her hair. Closing her eyes, she tips her head back, then trails her hand down her neck. My palm goes to my cock, and I rub it through the denim, needing some kind of fucking relief.

  This woman drives the sanity right out of me.

  My eyes clock Wyatt, the same guy she was talking to last night, walking toward Emberleigh. She doesn’t see him, so when he stops at her back and her senses make her aware of his presence, her body goes stiff. She looks over her shoulder at him, then back to me. I tip my chin up, letting her know I want him there. Wyatt sees the interaction between her and me and knows exactly what I’m looking for. He’s been on the exhibition end of my desires a few times.

  Emberleigh’s eyes stay locke
d on mine as Wyatt wraps his big hands around her waist. One continues around to rest on her stomach. With his hands on her, he moves them to the slow music. She leans her body back against his, and his face goes into her neck, where I see him running his nose up the slender column, taking in her sweet scent.

  My body coils tight as I keep my eyes on Emberleigh. Seeing the flush on her face and the way her body rocks against Wyatt makes my blood pump double time in my veins.

  Her mouth drops open, and I know she’s moaning when he starts kissing along her neck. His thumb moves back and forth, and with each swipe, it moves higher until it’s gently rubbing her nipple. Even from where I’m sitting and with the low lights, I can see her nipples turn pebble hard.

  I get up from my seat and slowly make my way toward them. The closer I get, the heavier Emberleigh’s breathing gets. I fucking love that she wants me so much. After two years of watching this woman, of jacking off while watching her from my window, of wondering what she felt like, tasted like, smelled like, it really jacks up my need for her.

  I stop when I’m only a foot away and stare at her. She stares back with her stunning eyes. Sweat glistens on her skin, giving her a shimmery glow. I want to lick her from head to toe and lap up every single drop.

  I place a finger at her lips and rub it over the seam. When her lips part, I slip it inside. I hiss out a breath when her warm tongue meets the tip. I grit my teeth when she nips at it gently, then starts sucking. The fuck I wouldn’t give to have my finger replaced with my cock.

  Leaving her luscious mouth, I trail my finger over her chin, down her neck, to the valley between her breasts. I glide my finger to the edge of her bra underneath her shirt, then dip it inside until I meet her taut nipple. Her breath hitches, and I tip my lips up.

  Wyatt works his hand down her stomach until he reaches the bottom of her shirt. I watch his thumb slip beneath the material and feel his eyes on me, silently asking for permission. I meet his eyes and jerk my chin up. Slowly, his hand moves upward.