Nineteen

by E. S. Carter

  I return to my seat, flashing Nate my trademark ‘I’m getting me some’ grin.

  He shakes his head laughing at me and raises his glass to me once more, ‘I never doubted you for a second baby bro but watch out for the Eastern chick, she looks like she might bite’.

  ‘Oh I’m counting on it Brother’ I reply before downing a shot as Nate gives out a hearty laugh.

  ‘Well enjoy, I’m going to find Tallulah on the dance floor and make sure that she is aware she’s coming home with me tonight’ he winks before rising from his seat and leaving the table.

  Shit why did he have to mention her? It forces my thoughts to return to Scarlett. Looking down over the dance floor I see both H and Pretty in Pink dancing like idiots, bouncing around and seemingly enjoying themselves, I also see Nate stalking towards his prey cutting a direct path through the other clubbers but where is Miss Sinful?

  Expanding my search area I spot her dancing with a tall, muscular, blonde bloke, I use the word dance loosely as she is dancing, while his hands seem to roam over every inch of her perfect body and his hips gyrate into her behind.

  Fuck! He can get his fucking hands off her immediately!

  My fists clench as I rise and head towards the dance floor, forgetting the Eastern eyes that follow my path.

  Pushing my way through the crowds isn’t an easy feat and I feel the tension inside me rise, bubbling further up my chest, making me feel like I could explode at any moment.

  I reach the trio of H, Tallulah & Nate first. H begins to do the running man right in front of me once he spots my arrival. I ignore him and push straight past in my search for her.

  I spot the caramel waves of her hair before I fully see her. She has changed position and now has her back to me, her hands on the blonde hulks shoulders, her hips swaying to the beat of the music and his arms encircling her waist, one hand skimming the cheek of her round arse.

  I feel the animal inside me growl a little, my temper close to breaking and my stride more determined.

  Once I am directly behind her the blonde hulk looks up giving me a pissed off look ‘Do one buddy’ he snarls over her head.

  Scarlett continues to dance still unaware of my presence.

  I step closer, gripping her just above the elbow and forcefully turn her into my arms.

  ‘No buddy, you do one, she’s with me, so FUCK OFF’. I snarl at him

  Scarlett looks up at me an expression of complete shock across her face.

  Blonde hulk steps forward just as a firm hand presses against his shoulder. A quick look tells me it’s Nate.

  ‘Listen Big guy, it’s time for you to go get yourself a drink’ Nate’s voice is loud and direct over the music.

  Blonde hulk opens his mouth to speak, then notices the approaching security that Nate has summoned, closing in on him around the dance floor.

  ‘This isn’t over’ he spits in my direction before storming away from us.

  ‘Cheers Bro, I’ve got this’ I glare at Nate, pissed off that he intervened; I mean it’s not like I didn’t have it covered.

  Nate glances at Scarlett, who gives him a small nod and then he walks back towards H and Pretty in Pink.

  We both stand, motionless on the crowded dance floor. I’m still gripping her by the tops of her arms when she looks back up at me, shock still shows in her eyes.

  What the fuck have I done again? I mean I’m waiting on a signal from Mrs FML to take her back to mine and ride her hard all night and here I am, getting into a fight because someone was dirty dancing with this girl, who isn’t even mine!

  I am still holding her, my grip still ridiculously tight, when she tries to pull away.

  The DJ has changed the track and yet in the sea of clubbers, we are the only ones not dancing.

  Her eyes are now staring into mine, almost issuing a silent challenge as she tries to make another feeble attempt at breaking my hold.

  The closeness of our bodies brings a current of electricity between us and I know, in that second, I will not be letting her walk away from me just yet.

  Releasing my grip slightly, I run both my hands down her arms and feel the silky smoothness of her perfect skin across my palms. I place both hands on her hips and pull her gently into me, a spark of awareness courses through my veins the moment our bodies fully touch and I feel her breath hitch as her face comes closer to mine.

  So she isn’t as immune to my charms as she makes out.

  Good, I can work with that.

  Moving slowly I find the beat of the music and pull her body even tighter into mine, rolling my hips with hers but never allowing my eyes to stray from her slightly unsure, gaze. I drink in every last bit of them, wanting to drown in those mesmerising pools that are filled to the brim with both innocence and heat.

  She hesitates before placing both hands on my chest and running them slowly, almost tentatively, up towards my neck, leaving my skin feel on fire beneath her touch. She begins to move her hips in time with mine and slowly closes her eyes before leaning back slightly, increasing the pressure between our lower bodies, increasing the ache that begins to throb in my dick.

  It takes all my will power not throw her over my shoulder and take her back to my place, where I’m sure a damn good fucking will clear this absurd fascination I have with her. In the same breath, part of me wants to own her completely, to touch, see and taste every single inch of her. To take my time and watch her come undone under my fingers, hands and tongue.

  Our dancing has gradually become more intense, I can feel her pressing herself even harder into my rolling hips, grinding me senseless.

  My hands begin to move of their own accord, I increase the grip one has on her waist whilst the other leisurely moves over the top curve of her arse, my fingers skim over its perfect roundness before cupping her and pulling her deeper into me.

  Her eyes open wide and stare back into mine, the innocent blue/green now seemingly completely on fire, her gaze dark, her eyelids heavy. My hand moves up from her rear, tracing the curve of her hips, lingering slightly on her hourglass waist, then slowly moving up over her ribs, my thumb lightly grazing the round swell of her breast before I trace a line across the exposed skin on her collarbone.

  I feel her quiver slightly from my touch, her face heating just a fraction, her lips parting just a touch.

  God I want to taste them, lick them, bite them. I want to steal her breath with my tongue and drink up every last drop.

  My hand keeps moving, grazing up the side of her neck towards her ear. I run my fingers over it before lightly encircling the shell and moving down towards her jaw.

  Her lips part further and I can just see a glisten of tongue.

  My hand keeps moving, my fingers lightly tracing her chin before coming full circle over her plump bottom lip in a feather like caress.

  She arches further into me, the second skin nature of her dress means she must be able to feel my arousal on the sensitive area between her thighs.

  The thought makes me harder, my dick seems to pound with the beat of the music and I have never felt so completely turned on as I do now. How the hell is that possible? We have barely even spoken, barely even touched but every single cell in my body wants this girl and wants her now.

  Fuck this, I’m not letting her go until she knows she is coming home with me and when I say that, I mean now!

  Keeping a firm grip on her waist I lower my other hand to the small of her back and pull her closer into me, my eyes fixed on hers, letting her know that she is mine.

  I need to taste that ripe, juicy, mouth, her lips are still parted slightly and never taking her eyes from mine she seems to know what I want, her body bends towards me, our lips barely millimetres apart, her hot breath flowing over me, setting my nerve endings on fire.

  A sharp bump from the side knocks us from our heated daze.

  Pulling her closer to me, I turn to face whoever has just barged us, to see H standing there with a huge grin across his sweaty face.

&nb
sp; ‘Hey you pair, stop dry humping each other on the dance floor and let’s go get some more drinks in. I’ve lost every drop of moisture from my body and just like a pro athlete, it needs replenishing. Plus Nate said drinks are on him, so what-are-ya waiting for?’ He looks from my evil glare to Scarlett. She has already removed her hands from around my neck and tries to inch herself away from my hold.

  ‘For Fuck’s sake H, your timing is absolute bollocks!’ I growl into his ear.

  His reply is a big cheesy smile, the bastard knows exactly what he’s doing and he is enjoying every second of pissing on my parade.

  Not releasing my hold on her fully, I glance down at Scarlett, who looks mortified. Whatever was just happening between us that H rudely interrupted has been all but ruined. I can sense her need to flee when she refuses to meet my gaze, keeping her eyes trained on the floor.

  Oh no Miss Scarlett, you do not get away from me that easily, I’m not done with you yet.

  I link my fingers through hers and lead her from the dance floor back towards the VIP, following H the whole way as he keeps looking over his shoulder at me and practically laughing in my face.

  Payback is a bitch H, I think to myself, it’s also a dish best served cold, I can wait to get him back. Besides, I still have her hand in mine, so all is not completely lost.

  Entering the VIP the first thing I notice is the glare I get from Miss FML Havers. If looks could kill, I’d be not just dead but already buried.

  We walk towards our table to find Nate and Tallulah engrossed in an intimate conversation. She is practically sat on his lap.

  The table is covered in an array of fresh drinks and H bounds up to it excitedly, like a kid in a candy store.

  Seeing that our group are all otherwise occupied gives me the perfect opportunity to turn back to Scarlett and carry on where we left off on the dance floor, when out of nowhere Miss FML Havers appears right in front of me.

  Quicker than I can even open my mouth to acknowledge her, she has reached up to me, coiling her fingers roughly through the back of my hair and pulling my head down to meet her lips.

  The kiss she gives me is pure, unadulterated, filth. I only manage to break free from her grasp and her lips when I feel Scarlett tug her hand from mine.

  Fuck!

  I raise my head away from the filthy, sex crazed Mrs FML, to see our entire table gawking over at me. The only person not looking at the display is Scarlett, she is sat with her back towards me and is knocking back a shot, not daring to catch the eyes of any of our companions whose gaze has now turned on her.

  Nate looks at me, both eyebrows raised questioningly, a small ‘What the Fuck?’ smile at the edge of his lips.

  Fuck!

  I need to sort this and quickly. Yes, fucking Mrs FML is all I have thought about all bloody day. Yes, I still want to fuck her, I’d be crazy not to, especially after that pure porno kiss she’s just treated me to but shit I’m so torn it’s God damn making me crazy!

  If I leave with Vanessa, I can kiss goodbye to whatever the hell is going on between me and Scarlett, she does not seem like a sloppy seconds kind of girl. Then again if I leave with Vanessa at least I’m assured of what’s on offer. I know I’m going to get laid with no strings attached.

  Too late, Mrs FML is not impressed at not having my full attention and pulls me back down for yet another one of those X-rated kisses. I do not reciprocate this time, as in that instant I realise that even if I do not get to take Scarlett to bed, it is her I want to leave with tonight.

  The thought both shocks me to my core and scares me.

  When have I ever wanted to just take someone home and not fuck them until they are repeatedly screaming my name?

  Pulling away from Vanessa’s kiss and removing her hand from the back of my head, I look down at her about to say ‘Thanks but no thanks’ when a metallic glimmer passes by my peripheral vision.

  It’s Scarlett, she’s leaving, I have to stop her.

  Now this is easy.

  Dancing with alcohol fuelling your body is far easier than painfully trying to find some rhythm sober. Go figure!

  It is also far more enjoyable, as is dancing with Liv & H. Liv never struggles to dance, sober or not, it is possibly her most favourite thing to do, after flirting with men that is.

  H is just a joker, I’m sure the dance moves he’s perfected are not meant to be serious and he has a very impressive repertoire. From Gangnam Syle to the Harlem Shake, H knows them all, even if he uses those moves to the wrong songs, he doesn’t seem to care and everyone around us enjoys his enthusiastic display!

  A few guys approach us, trying to dance with Liv, who uncharacteristically refuses their advances. Far less try to dance with me but I do get a few of the more lecherous ones try to bump and grind behind me.

  It is easy to shake them off with H dancing with us, all I have to do is move closer to him and they soon got the message and move on to other females in the vicinity.

  A few songs in, with Liv and I bouncing around trying to replicate H and his moves, Liv nudges my arm and nods her head behind me. Risking a quick glance over my shoulder I see a heavily muscular, tall, Blonde God looking over at us.

  He must be waiting to hit on Liv I think to myself.

  ‘Em that Blonde Adonis hasn’t taken his eyes off you for the last ten minutes’ Liv whispers in my ear.

  I shake my head ‘I doubt it Liv, he’s probably entranced with Harry’s crowd pleasing moves’ I smile at her.

  ‘Nope, Blonde Adonis approaching at fifty paces and he’s definitely zoning in on you. Go get him Scarlett’ she nudges my arm again, almost pushing me out of the circle our trio has arranged ourselves into.

  To my utter surprise, Blonde Adonis is right behind me. He leans over my shoulder, his lips just grazing my ear.

  ‘I can’t take my eyes off you, Dance with me’ It sounds more of a command than a question and I’m just about to tell him something to that effect when Liv nudges my hip, her eyes smiling brightly at me.

  My thoughts flash back to Mr Beautiful sat up in the VIP. Mr Beautiful, who finds me too disgusting to hardly even dare to look at.

  Suddenly dancing with Blonde Adonis feels like a good idea and before I lose my nerve I turn and give him what I hope is a seductive smile before adding ‘I’m all yours, let’s dance.’

  His face breaks into a grin that feels a little too predatory for my liking but I’ve gone all in and I’m not about to wimp out now.

  Taking my hand he pulls me into him in one swift motion. Shit! Dance he said not rub uglies!

  Luckily a faster dance track fades in, I could so kiss the DJ right now for saving my ass!

  I manage to prise myself out of his grip, enough to begin dancing and I’m hoping he follows my lead. He smiles a slow, hungry looking smile and does just that.

  OK this isn’t so hard, I can be Scarlett, the fun, sexy, party girl for one dance surely?

  Losing myself in the beat of the music allows me to move more freely and ignore that Blonde Adonis is giving me some seriously heated looks. Easy Tiger, a dance is all you are getting Big Boy!

  He attempts to pull me into him quite a few more times before I change tactics and dance with my back to him, allowing him to rest his hands on my hips and dance behind me, at least this way I can forget the blatant fuck me eyes he is trying and failing to seduce me with.

  Trouble is with my arse laid out in front of him, he thinks he can take advantage and bump and grind into it for all he’s worth. I feel uncomfortable doing this but make myself think of Liv and all the times I’ve seen her dance with a guy this way, at least I can lose myself in the music again if I don’t have to see his face.

  It works for a while and I kind of enjoy the freedom of dancing with a guy, knowing I was turning him on. That is until he pulls me into him a little closer than before and I feel his erection poking into my buttocks. Ewwww I need an escape from this guy and quick.

  I turn around to face him, making sure to avoid
his groin area at all costs and although I keep a tense smile on my face, my mind is racing trying to think of a parting line to get Blonde Adonis to let me go and for him to not want to follow me once I have.

  Lost to my thoughts and starting to feel more on edge, I do not realise someone has come up behind me until Blonde Adonis tells whoever it is to ‘Do one’. I feel a large hand grip me just above my elbow, followed by a burst of electricity that shoots up my arm, in a heartbeat I’m pulled around into someone’s arms. It’s him.

  A low growl seems to come from his chest followed by the words ‘She’s mine’ and it takes all of my strength to look up into his eyes, my legs feel weak, like I might collapse at any moment and I’m having difficulty catching my breath as my lungs restrict into a tight, biting knot.

  The anger pours out of him and his grip on both my arms seems to get even tighter. His eyes look like steel, not the deep blue they had been before.

  I do not see Nate approach but I can hear him, he’s somewhere close and he’s warning off the Blonde Adonis before the situation gets any worse.

  Blonde Adonis is obviously pissed and with an angry growl he spits out some kind of threat directed at me and storms off the dance floor.

  I have never been so grateful and yet so utterly full of shame as I am at this moment, my cheeks feel like they have caught on fire.

  I risk a quick glance at Nate who looks at me with concern, I want to say Thank You but my tongue feels thick and heavy in my mouth and I cannot form a single word, so I smile meekly and give him a small nod.

  He gives me a light smile and returns my nod before giving Jake a knowing look and walking away from us.

  Jake’s hands still grip me tightly and I can do nothing to fight the pull that makes me look back up into his eyes, he must be able to see the utter shock on my face, I almost feel like I’m gawking at him, what the hell is he doing?