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Damian was sitting facing her and as Nixie stepped down from her stool and toward him, he parted his knees so he could pull her to stand between his thighs. His hands came to her full hips and kneaded gently into them. She sighed and leaned closer, letting her body brush against his.
"You know, everyone is looking at you," he said softly, "It's not every day a woman that looks like you comes in here."
"Oh, really?" she said, nudging her hips against him subtly, "and what exactly is it that I look like?"
"The pin-up model of the damned," he said and laughed softly, "Luscious," he ran his hands down her soft waist and the swell of her hips accentuated by the tight black wiggle dress. "Tempting," he cupped his hands around her plump ass and pulled her in a little closer. "Sexy as hell."
"Let's give them a little more to look at."
Nixie reached beside her to pick up a wedge of lime and the saltshaker. Tucking the lime into his mouth so that he gripped the rind between his teeth, she ran her tongue along the side of his neck and coated the damp skin with salt. She picked up one of the new shots and leaned against him. Damian groaned as she licked the salt from his neck, took down the shot, and then bit down into the lime in his teeth, sucking the juice into her mouth.
His hands tightened on her hips and she felt him harden at the front of his pants. He released her hip with one hand and reached between their mouths to remove the lime, tilting his face up so that his lips settled onto hers. She sighed and relaxed into the kiss, bringing her hands to the back of his neck so she could hold on to him as he parted her lips with the tip of his tongue and explored her mouth. After a few seconds, she pulled back slightly and ran her tongue along his bottom lip. He tasted just as sweet as his eyes looked and she dipped in for another kiss.
"I leave you alone for five minutes and this is what happens."
Nixie's mouth tore away from Damian's and she turned to see Patrick standing beside their table. In her indulgence of Damian's hot chocolate eyes and citrus-flavored tongue, she had completely forgotten that Patrick was supposed to meet them and the sight of him suddenly standing there startled her. The look of him against the backdrop of the cowboys with the strains of a heartbreaking Patsy Cline ballad made all the more painful by the fact that it was sung by a woman who seemed almost incapable of standing was somewhat disorienting.
She glanced down at Damian's watch and then back at Patrick.
"Technically, it’s been forty-five minutes. You're early."
"I managed to claim emotional distress and get out of my shift early."
"Emotional distress?" Damian asked, "Is that a legitimate excuse?"
"You would be surprised," Nixie said, running her fingers through the thick, silky hair at that nape of his neck and leaning in to touch a soft kiss to his lips again.
"I'm just going to take this seat right here," Patrick said.
He squeezed between Nixie and the stool she had recently vacated and hopped on.
"I guess you're just going to have to sit right here," Damian whispered against her hair and turned her around to lift her up into his lap.
Patrick picked up one of the slices of lime and sucked on it, grimacing at the sour flavor.
"I need something with a little more substance. I think I'm going to make a visit over to the bar."
Patrick hopped down again and started over to the bar.
"Is he going to be ok?" Nixie asked.
Patrick weaved his way through the crowd of men standing three deep at the bar and slipped his way in between two to stand up against the edge. Some of the men gave him confused, appraising looks, but none seemed outwardly disturbed at his presence.
"Yeah, he's going to be fine. Cris'll take care of him."
"Cris?"
Damian gestured to the bar and Nixie saw a strong-looking woman with short hair the color of flames step up to Patrick. She gave him a grin and patted him on his cheek.
"Everywhere he goes, he collects people. It's pretty impressive."
"I bet you get your share of attention."
Damian's mouth was tucked close enough to her ear that she felt his lips move across it as he spoke and his hands grazed against her generous thighs. She nestled into his lap and felt him twitch in response.
"I got your attention," she said.
"Not just me," he replied, "You have this entire room in the palm of your hand." She looked at him skeptically. "You don't believe me? OK," he turned so that she was facing the stage and could see the man standing at the microphone, waiting for his song to come on so he could sing. "That is my buddy Remy. Look at how he's watching you."
Nixie saw Remy's eyes burning into her, scanning her hungrily as the first notes of a song built around him. It was not a country song like the last string of karaoke performers had attempted, but a metal song that brought much the same shocked stares from the assortment of men throughout the bar as she had when she first walked in. He licked his lips and she moaned softly. Remy was just as beautiful as Damian and filled out his jeans in the same irresistible way.
The song's introduction ended and Remy started to sing. His voice was rich, deep, and just growly enough to send a shock through her core and make her wriggle slightly in Damian's lap. Damian made an approving sound and lifted his hips just enough to press against her.
"You like him, don't you?" he murmured into her ear.
Nixie bit her bottom lip and ran her hand down to the side of Damian's rock-hard thigh, digging her nails into him. Remy continued to stare at them, his gaze on her getting hotter and more intense the longer he sang. Damian ran his hand up her waist, just barely grazing along the underside of her breasts as he dipped his mouth to nibble on her earlobe.
"Well I think I have just enough tequila in me to get me up on that stage. What do you say we let Remy take care of you while I sing?" Nixie turned to look at him, her eyes searching his. He smiled at her and kissed her. "Don't worry. I'll be right back."
He kissed her again, scraping her bottom lip between his teeth as he pulled away from her. The song ended and she heard Remy put the microphone back into its stand. Damian carefully eased her off his lap so that she stood beside him. He stroked her face gently and walked toward the stage, giving Remy a meaningful glance as they passed.
Nixie's belly trembled as Remy approached her. The faintest hint of a smile curved his full, soft lips and his smoky grey eyes slumbered at her from under long, dark lashes.
"Hi," he said as he got to within a few steps of her.
His speaking voice was just as sexy as his singing voice and she felt a tingle between her thighs.
"Hi," she said back, her voice dropping so low she didn't know if he could even hear it.
Without another word, Remy's hand came to her stomach and he led her backward a few steps until her back touched the wall behind her. His mouth crushed down on hers and she felt her body respond immediately. She ran her hands up Remy's chest, feeling chiseled muscles beneath the soft fabric, and onto his neck so she could bury her fingers in his hair and hold his mouth against hers.