The bass rumbles beneath my stilettos, making me feel even more on edge. I tug on my fitted dress for a little more length, but it doesn’t give an inch. It seemed perfect in the store when Lily was egging me on. It’s red, Diesel’s favorite color, so I bought it for him. I wanted to own his thoughts. Make him think, Melissa who? Too bad all my faux courage has taken a back seat to self-conscious. The guys waste no time getting us a private table toward the back of the club. Strobe lights flash in time with the music.
“What are we drinking?” Lily asks. We stop at the bar that’s mere feet from the VIP table we’ve snagged. I’m sure they’d bring our drinks to us, but Lily didn’t want to wait. “Jack?”
“No. I was thinking I’d switch it up tonight. I’ll take a Long Island.”
She orders one for herself as well before we join the guys. The whole gang is here except for Ivy. She hasn’t been around much, and I can’t say that I’m sorry about it. A few hours pass and I’ve lost count of my L.I.T. intake. The guys have brought several women back to our little cozy spot except for Xander and Diesel. Diesel has been too tied up with Melissa. Her mini dress rivals mine in inappropriateness, so my plan to get his attention by wearing this didn’t have the effect I quite intended. Not to mention he hasn’t thrown a glance my way all night. Feeling a little bummed, I decide to take a stroll and do a little people watching, but a strong hand clasps mine before I get very far.
“Hello, miss. I was hoping you’d come out from that little hideout.”
I look into his eyes just as one of the strobes shine on his handsome face. Angular face, chiseled cheekbones, and blue eyes. Not bad. His shirt clings to his muscular chest, hinting at his nice physique. Normally, my instinct is to pull away, but I’m basking in the attention. Something I seem to be lacking tonight.
“Well, you’re quite the aggressive one. Do you approach all women this way?” I ask, raising our joined hands.
“No. I save this type of charm for beautiful women like you. I’ve been sending you vibes all night, hoping you’d come this way since I wasn’t allowed in the VIP.”
“Hmm.”
“Care to dance?” I was going to point out that my stilettos weren’t really made for this type of music when a sultry slow song comes on. How fitting. The liquor flowing through my veins says what the hell? I let him lead me to the dance floor, noting my equilibrium is just a tad off. He wraps his golden arms around my waist and pulls me close. His cologne makes my head begin to spin. I lean against him to hold on, thinking this may not have been the best idea.
“Yeah. Hey. I’m cutting in,” a coarse voice says behind me. It’s Diesel.
“What? Go away, pal.” I’m not sure what makes the guy change his tune, but his tough guy act fades quickly after a quick whisper from Diesel.
“Whatever, man.”
He disappears into the crowd just as Diesel pulls me to him. “Are you happy now?”
“What the heck are you talking about?” I push against him, but he doesn’t budge.
“You wanted my attention, and you got it. I wasn’t going to let some guy get his grubby paws on you.”
“So, in other words, you’re cockblocking? I wonder what Melissa would have to save about that?”
He answers by pulling me closer against his erection. “You bought this fucking dress for me, didn’t you? I’ve been fighting a damn hard-on all night.”
“Maybe.” I smirk. Feeling unabashed, I reach between us and palm his dick. “I guess you lost that fight because you’re definitely hard, babe.” Alcohol is my superpower—my tongue is slick as fuck with liquor on board.
His eyes sweep the club, and within seconds, he’s dragging me to a darkened cove away from any spectators.
“Do it again. I dare you.”
“Do what?” I grab his dick once more. “This?”
In seconds, he has one of my legs up around his thigh. My dress rides above my waist as he pulls my panties to the side. My breath quickens as he inserts a finger inside my wetness.
“You’re so fucking wet for me. I could slide my cock into you right now and fuck you senseless.” His finger plunges in and out of my soaking pussy, and I shamelessly ride it. He inserts a couple more, and I throw my head back against the wall. I’m so damn close already.
“Oh, Diesel. I miss this. I miss your cock,” I admit.
“I know you do.” He slides his fingers out of me just before I finish. I grab his hands, but it’s no use. He makes a show of licking my essence from his fingers. “Don’t be a cock tease, babe. It’s unbecoming.”
“You cocky son of a bitch. I’m going to find that guy and fuck his brains out. I bet he’ll give me the orgasm you’re selfishly denying me.”
I’m so mad at him that I could spit. We both know that I don’t want that other guy. He leaves me in the dark cove of shame. I ensure that my dress covers my ass before I attempt to leave the darkness on shaky legs. I’m just going to have to finish myself tonight. I can’t believe I went there with him again. He’s probably back with Melissa on his lap. This is all so fucked up.