I push my cock into the softness of her stomach. Her body gives a brief shutter before going limp against mine. If she wasn’t holding so tightly to my neck and I wasn’t holding her up, she would be on the floor. “I’ve watched you all night while I got drunk, and I’ve only had one damn beer. Do you get it now, Brooke? That’s how bad I fucking want you, all the goddamn time.” She whimpers and shudders again. Right at this moment I have no doubt whatsoever that Brooke Porter wants me just as bad as I want her. “Do you feel it too, whatever this is between us?” My whisper harsh in her ear I say, “I can feel how much you want me too, so you can’t lie to me.”
“No,” she whispers, and I think she’s going to deny what she feels. “I can’t lie.”
“Good,” I whisper back. “This feels too good to be bad.” I pull her closer, or maybe I just hold her tighter, because too close isn’t close enough to her.
She raises her eyes to mine, and I get lost in the look she’s giving me. She’s asking me something, even though she’s not sure she wants to know the answer. “Dylan, what are we doing?”
Placing my lips to the corner of her mouth, I whisper, “Dancing, babe. Just dancing.” I have a feeling that now is the time to pull back a little if I don’t want this to end too soon. I know just holding her is beginning to cloud my judgment. As bad as I want to take her to bed, I need to evaluate the consequences of a one-night stand with Brooke. I get why Jackson has been discouraging this thing I’ve got for Brooke. The problem is I don’t seem to get it anymore when I see her. One look, and it's back to fantasizing about getting her naked and dirty. Whether the obsession is because I can’t have her or she says no, really doesn’t matter anymore.
Seeing Brooke walking past the bar that I was standing at waiting on drinks was a complete surprise. I would never have imagined my little social worker with her long (thank God for that) hair down to there, tempting me. My eyes slowly lowered the rest of the way down her body taking in the shortest, tightest dress that I think I’ve ever seen on a woman.
Well, I’ve probably seen shorter, but none of them held the promise of heaven, and hell like Brooke’s soft curves did. My hands itched to trace all around the hem, slipping up and in just a little to see how close to the promise land I could get. And whatever she had done to her eyes begged me to find out all the seductive secrets hidden inside. She aroused and tempted everything in me to grab her and take her anywhere we could be alone for the next 12 hours until our bodies could be satisfied and we could move away from this attraction that was driving us both crazy.
I watched her at that big table with Alex and two guys. While Jackson asked my opinion of one female body after another, I continued to observe the little brunette who I think I have an obsession for, one that I truly didn’t understand. Women either got on board with my plans or they didn’t. I’ve never cared one way or the other. There was always another in line that would gladly see things my way for a night. I want sex hard, fast, and dirty. I don’t want phone numbers or promises or questions. No get to know you conversations to see if we’ll be compatible. Either my cock gets hard for them, or it doesn’t. Once the fun and games are over, I’ll settle for a hand wave as I’m leaving. If I leave them with a smile, well, good for me. For what I have in mind when we get naked doesn’t even require exchanging names, and often doesn’t.
But this thing with Brooke is beginning to fuck with my head. It’s messing up how I normally react to women. Not that I treat them badly, I would never physically hurt a woman. Any emotional scars I may leave is all on them; I never promise anything to anyone. I wouldn’t know what to promise them anyway, other than the time it takes for us to get off.
I notice how Brooke and the taller guy are so familiar with each other, and I don’t like it. I force myself to stay seated because I don’t know what I would say or do if I went over there. I pretend to pay attention to Jax and the guys from the shop as they size up every woman in the bar as potential conquests. It sounds so strange pretending to scope out hot and willing women when my attention is fully on the big table in front of the stage. I wonder briefly how she and Alex got those seats.
“Holy fuuuck, Dylan. Is that your social worker sitting up front?” I look over at Jax and nod.
“Yep,” I answer. “And her roommate is with her too.” I return my gaze to Brooke.
“Well, motherfucker, now we know why you weren’t getting anywhere with her, check out the boy toy.”
“Yeah, I saw. I don’t know, though. She told us a long time ago that she doesn’t have a boyfriend and doesn’t want one. Maybe he’s just a friend.”
“Stop. Now. We’ve been through this. You can’t fuck with her. There are plenty of others all over this bar to have a little fun with. You know that anything with her would be a disaster in so many ways.”
Mark and David, a couple of guys from the shop are watching our back and forth conversation, and then they follow our gaze toward Brooke. “Holy, shit. Is that brunette the one you’re talking about? I noticed her earlier, and she’s got an ass made for dirty, dirty things.”
I shoot him an angry look, and I’m sure this next statement isn’t going to be considered bonding between employer and employee. “Do not fucking look at her, and never say shit about her again. I don’t give a goddamn if you work for me or not; I’ll have to fuck you up.”
He holds his hands up in surrender. “Sorry, man. I was just pointing out the obvious.”
I lean toward him in my chair with my most intimidating stare; he leans back. Jackson sticks his arm across my chest. “Take it down a notch, man. You don’t want to get into a fight over her.”
I pick up my empty bottle and decide I need another. “I’m heading to the bar for beer, everyone ready for a round?”
“Hell, yeah!” Jax slaps my back and points me toward the crowded bar. Every nook and cranny are filled with people here to see this band who happens to be hometown boys who are making it big. “And this time… girls. You’re my wingman, and it’s your responsibility to get me fucking laid tonight.”
“Yep, let me see how many I can con into letting you fuckwits take them home.” I laugh and walk away, hoping that’ll fix the last few awkward moments. I have no idea why I went at Mark so strong. I just know I didn’t like the idea of him checking her ass out, or pointing out what he would like to do to her. I reacted before I could think about what left my mouth. I stand at the bar waiting on the busy drink specialists. I turn around and start looking for pretty and easy because I doubt it’s going to matter if the guys think they’re beautiful after a few more drinks.
My eyes look toward the dance floor and land on Brooke, Alex, and the two guys from their table. They’re dancing, and everything in me goes tight. She’s whirling and jumping around the tall guy, as music blasts from the speakers. He holds her way too close while they roll and sway to the beat. And I can’t stand it. I look away, and just as another song starts my eyes move back to the floor, back to Brooke, like I’m trying to punish myself because I keep having these inappropriate thoughts of my social worker. But the way she looks tonight, I don’t see her as anything but my fantasy girl come to life. As the song winds down, her dance partner turns to speak to Alex and her partner. When I Like fills the air with its seductive beat, I move to her because I simply have no choice. I’m going to hold her, dance with her, and I’m going to kiss Brooke Porter again tonight. After seeing her like this, there is no doubt I’m going to have her, hopefully, sooner rather than later. Either one will do, just as long as I have my night with Brooke.
Our song ends, but our bodies continue to sway together. We don’t seem to notice the beat is faster than what our hips are moving. We’ve found our rhythm for the moment, and it feels better than any hard and fast has ever felt. This is a moment neither one of us is willing to end. I move us further from the crowd to keep from getting bumped. She brings her hands down to my chest and looks at me with her sweet smile. “So, what brings you here this Friday night?”<
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I laugh because I’m stunned. I was expecting her to run now that the moment is slipping away. I’m not releasing my arms, though, not until I positively have to. “Jax and I are here with some guys from the shop. They told us about the band playing here tonight and how good they are.” I squeeze her hips; she still doesn’t move away. “What about you,” I ask looking back at her table. I notice the tall guy, as well as Alex, have their eyes focused on us. I don’t point it out to Brooke. I don’t want those two in this conversation.
She giggles. “I’m here for the band too. And yes, they are something to see.”
“So you’ve seen them before, huh?”
“Alex and I have seen them many, many times. We were their first official groupies. That’s why we’re here tonight; they gave us VIP seats.” She gestures toward the table.
“And the guy you’re with tonight?” I have no right to ask, but I have to know.
“I’m not with him,” she states. She wrinkles her forehead. “Have you been watching me?”
“Only all damn night, Brooke,” I state truthfully. I figure at this point that honesty can’t do a lot of harm.
She smiles shyly up at me and bites her lip. And just like that, the girl has made me stupid. Then she surprises me with the craziest question. “Why?”
Before I can answer, her roommate approaches us. She glares at me like she’s the sole owner of the biggest pair of balls. “Brooke, what the hell? Everyone’s waiting for you back at the table. We’ve got shots to do with the guys before they go on.”
“I’m talking to Dylan.”
“I can see that, but you need to come with me, now.”
What’s with her attitude?
She looks up at me suspiciously. “What are you doing here, Dylan?”
I have to wonder if Brooke told her about our kiss on Wednesday. But I just don’t see her sharing that information, even with her best friend.
“Alex, stop being rude. He’s here with guys from the shop to watch the band.”
“Well, you guys enjoy the show. Come on, Brooke.”
I have no idea what the fuck her problem is, but now she’s just pissing me off. I want to get Brooke alone again so we can talk more. “Actually, I was going to ask Brooke to have a quick drink with me.” When I look at Brooke, she’s smiling at the idea. Then the smile disappears as she looks over my shoulder. Goddamn, what now? I turn, and here comes Jackson. Fan-fucking-tastic. From the look on his face, this is going to go downhill fast unless I can find a way to salvage what was happening between Brooke and me before our friends showed up.
“Hello, ladies.” He only addresses Alex by moving his eyes all over her body. She’s dressed for sex, and that’s just the way he likes them. “So, what brings you two out?” I notice he’s still snubbing Brooke, and that’s just not sitting well with me, but I’m taking advantage of the distraction he’s supplying.
I put my arm back around Brooke’s waist and pull her closer. “How about that drink?”
She smiles again, and I can’t get over how it affects me. “It actually sounds nice.”
“Hey, I know.” Alex interrupts again. “Why don’t you guys join us at our table? We’ve got plenty of room, and then Trevor and the band will be going on. You can party with us.” I think she sounds like she’s up to something, but I’m taking the invite just to spend time with Brooke.
“Sounds good to me. Jackson?”
He looks at me before answering. I’m warning him with my stare not to be an asshole, which he ignores. “Dylan, when I told you to find us some girls, this isn’t quite what I meant.”
“I found the girl I want to spend time with. You’re on your own if you don’t want to join us. And if you do join us, don’t be an ass.” I warn.
“Man, are you sure this is a good idea? This is going to be all kinds of awkward.”
“Yes, I’m sure.” I know he’s been warning me off this attraction I have for her, but right now, with Brooke being so….relaxed…. I just wish he would stop and let me enjoy this small amount of time with her.
“Okay,” he grumbles. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you when this blows the hell up in your face.”
I turn back to Brooke. My arm is miraculously still wrapped around her waist. I lean in and ask her, “What are you guys drinking for shots?”
She leans into my side, and I happily accept her slight weight. “Always shots of tequila right before show time,” She announces proudly.
“Well, we don’t want to fuck up a ritual. I’ll send Jackson to get the guys and shots. How many in your group?” I'm the good guy here, and I hope her roommate appreciates this. Which she apparently does.
“Oh, goody, but you don’t have to get them. We have a waitress assigned to our table. Jax, be a sweetheart and round up the rest of your guys. We’ve got plenty of room, and you can meet the band before they go on.”
Jackson, who doesn’t usually take orders from any female, except Cassie, looks all kinds of thrilled. I have to wonder if it’s from the pixie now hanging off his arm or the fact he gets to meet the band. I would bet my Camaro that it’s the pixie.
“Sure thing, darlin’, we’ll be right over.”
He looks at me like I’m supposed to follow him, but I’m not letting go of Brooke, probably not even when we make it to the table. I follow Alex back through the crowd. My arm isn’t around Brooke anymore because she’s reached out and grabbed my hand. When we reach the table, I steer her to the other side and away from the tall guy who watches me suspiciously. She said she wasn’t with him, so I don’t give a fuck how suspicious he is. When I sit, I slide my chair as close to Brooke’s as I can get so that we can talk, of course.
Tall guy gestures at me. “Brooke, you gonna make introductions, or do you and Alex just bring over random fans nowadays?”Ahh, finally introductions.
“Of course. Trevor, this is Dylan Monroe, a friend of mine I know from work. Dylan, this is Trevor. He’s Alex’s brother and the lead singer of Days of Chaos, or the DOC, as the groupies like to call them. And that’s Camden. He plays drums, and he’s seriously got beats in those sticks. Roscoe the bassist and Caleb, who plays keyboards, are partying in the back, but they’ll be out her for shots right before they go on.”
I can tell she’s proud of them by the way she introduces them. It also doesn’t go unnoticed by me that she introduced me as a friend and not a client. And I’m extremely relieved that she’s not with Trevor. As soon as she said he’s Alex’s brother I didn’t want to punch him anymore until he opens his mouth again.
“Do I get my good luck kiss after shots, Brooke baby?” Now I want to knock his ass out. I can’t keep track of the extremes I experience when it comes to her.
Luckily, she saves his ass. “Yeah right, I have never kissed you before a show.” She laughs and waves him off before turning to me. “So, is Luke home with the kids?”
“Oh yeah, and he was thrilled about it,” I say sarcastically.
She gives me her perfect smile, “Yeah, I bet he was.”
We both laugh, and Jackson comes to the table followed by the guys. This male bonding is going for shit, mainly because my focus has been on Brooke all night. The way she wraps me up is as confusing as it is thrilling. I don’t know how to put a label on what I feel around her. My head is all over the place, and nothing is making sense. I know none of this is going to change until I fuck her. That’s the only way my life is going to go back to normal.
So I must seduce her, slowly, so she doesn’t know. The problem with this, I’ve never had to seduce a single woman in my life. I’ve been fucking spoiled until Brooke. That’s why I want her so fucking bad, because what is every spoiled child’s MO, “throw a damn fit until you get what you want.” I don’t plan on a fit; I don’t think anyway, but some good ole sweet seduction, kind of like buttering up your parents, is not out of the question. This could be fun. Frustrating as hell, but fun.
Jax grabs the seat next to Alex and slides his arm around
her. “Okay, sexy girl, where are those shots?” He doesn’t know yet that he’s sitting next to her brother. I’m not saying a damn thing after the way he’s been acting toward Brooke either. So let Trevor say whatever the hell he wants. Now, if fists fly, as much as I hate the thought of getting into trouble, I won’t let anyone hit my best friend. We’ve always had each other’s backs in sticky situations. That’s why more than a dozen bars in Oklahoma City have our name on a special list, one that bars our entry.
“You want to take your hands off my sister?” Trevor asks, surprisingly politely. I think he’s had to do this before.
I lean my shoulder into Brooke’s. “You don’t think he’ll get violent do ya?”
“Nah, he’s never messed with any of her dates. He just comes off acting like an overprotective big brother. I think it’s his job. You know, I happen to be very well acquainted with another big brother whose overprotective, much more so than Trevor.”
“Touché.” We both laugh and I notice Jackson has removed his arm, but still stayed close to Alex.
“So, how did things go with Cassie? I wanted to call and find out, but I didn’t know if you would….you know….want me butting in, I guess?” She’s back to uncertain.
“Brooke, why in the hell would you think that? You can call and ask about the kids anytime. And I’m sure Cassie has wanted to talk to you. I told you, they….we….all miss you hanging with us.” I pick up her hand and take it underneath the table resting them on the soft skin of her thigh. I congratulate myself on this move. I feel her legs clench together. But she doesn’t try to break the connection.
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