Vegas
My heart is lodged in my throat as I look up into Blade’s deep, whiskey brown caramel eyes. There is a softness there, a feeling in his eyes I haven’t seen in a man’s eyes before. This feeling terrifies me, but I don’t pull my hands away, I don’t back away from him. Some place inside of me wonders if he can feel this too. The last thing I want is to give a man my love or trust again. So, I don't. I can’t let myself be open only to be destroyed by a man again.
Thankfully, he has other ideas. “You want to dance with me?” He looks very handsome when he smiles like that at me, when no one is around to see it. The softer side of his strong as stone side. It makes me feel more comfortable around him when he opens small pieces of himself to me.
I can dance, I just can’t do this feeling, not ever. “Yeah, let’s go dance.” Walking out of the kitchen, I point to the small bed under the bar where Tugg jumps on to settle in. I smile when I see Dana, Jenn and the Battle Born boys all dancing and laughing.
Turning around and walking backwards, I grab Blade by his cut and lead us to the dance floor. I start bouncing to the beat as Talk Dirty to Me by Jason Derulo plays. I pull us to the middle of the group. I see a couple of other chicks that must have just arrived while we were in the kitchen, and if everyone keeps it mellow, that’s okay with me.
Turning my body around, my hands are thrown up in the air, and I start moving my hips to the beat. Blade grabs one hip tightly, squeezing me from behind. Tingles race up my spine from his strong hand. I feel his hard chest rub against my back, his head dips down by my ear, his hot breath on my neck. Dropping my hands back behind his head, I run my hands up and down the back of his neck. Mmm, I love the way his smooth skin to his prickly short buzzed hair feels under my hands. Swaying my ass back and forth, I grind against his front. I let my thoughts and feelings get lost in the songs. Dance after dance, we all laugh, drink and enjoy the late-night hours, and somehow make it home before the sun comes up.
Blade
Watching Vegas move her body back and forth, it’s killing me not to touch her. Especially when I spot Spider and a few others watching the same show I am. Oh, fuck that, I’m gonna make shit real clear. I reach out and grab her hip, pulling her luscious ass to my dick. Bending over her, I want it to appear that I’m either talking to her or kissing her neck, either way I’m staking a claim on her.
Taking a deep breath, I inhale her scent, running my nose from her collarbone to under her ear. With one hand still firmly on her hip, the other wraps around her flat stomach. Alessia doesn’t know this, but I never dance, so I know these assholes will damn well know better than to try and touch her now.
Her hot hands rub the back of my head, and damn, I want her small, soft hands all over my skin. Her hands ignite a hot wave rippling down my body and I desperately want to continue making this burn hotter, but I know this is as far as this is going tonight.
When this woman is Alessia, she’s open, sweet, caring and thoughtful. Piss her off or show her a good time, and my little vixen comes out to play as Vegas. Right now, all I want is a whole lot of Vegas. Take her to her office, pin her to the wall and fuck her little pussy that has never been given a real dick to pound it till she comes for me.
She turns flashing me a smile, running her hand up my chest, pushing my cut back off my shoulders. Catching it in my hand, I toss it into Cowboy’s face, his focus solely on the show we are giving him. Both of her hands are on my chest rubbing over my nipples. This little bitch is playing with me getting herself off on the excitement.
My hands wrap around her waist, sliding up her sides till they hit her bra. She holds her breath waiting and watching my eyes, daring me to finish what I started. Tracing my thumbs up and over her hard nipples, I can feel the bumpy lace of her bra under her shirt. Fuck, I really want to see her tits in crimson red lace.
She throws her long hair back, wrapping a leg around my thigh, leaning backwards, making both of my hands grab onto her hips to help her stay up. She’s grinding her pussy against my dick to the beat. I start rubbing my dick hard against her pussy like I would if I had it in her.
She arches herself back up while biting her lip. She stares into my eyes, focused on the heat I’m showing her. She grabs my hips and drops herself low with her legs open, popping up and down, swinging her wild hair back and forth. She finally comes back up after her bump and grind on the floor.
I’m about to attack her and make good on my fantasy of me and her against the office wall when hoots and hollers fill the air. Laughing, Alessia turns and grabs my shirt, pecking my lips and laughing some more.
Jenn gets on the speaker, “Down, you dirty ho, keep it clean for the ones who aren’t getting laid tonight. For all of you who don’t know, the ho’s name is Vegas.” Jenn points her fingers like she has six shooters instead of hands. Shooting at Vegas, she then blows off the barrels of her pistols, and holsters them with a wink.
We dance a few more songs, drinking a few beers in between. We cool it on the floor show for the rest of the night. Thank Fuck. Taking her hand, I pull her over to a table, sitting down and pulling her in my lap. Spider and Cowboy pull up a chair and sit with us.
“Hey, I’m Spider, this is Cowboy.” Spider introduces himself nodding towards Alessia and pointing at Cowboy with his thumb, which really surprises me because usually he’s a dick, unless you’re an Ol’ Lady. She nods and bumps her fist with them both, which has even Spider cracking a barely there grin. Fuck, she made friends with Spider. This cannot be good, pairing these two up.
“So, you got his grumpy ass out on the dance floor,” Cowboy laughs looking at me, then at Alessia, “but I imagine if he knew you were going to give that show, there’s no way he wouldn’t be there.”
Alessia turns more in his direction, eyeing him curiously. “I don’t know you, Cowboy, so I’m not going to pretend I get what the fuck you were just trying to say. Spell it out or shut the fuck up.” Spider scoots closer eating this up, while I cough trying to hold laughter back.
Cowboy pops some Doritos in his mouth and chews, using one finger to push the brim of his hat up. Kicking his feet up on the open chair next to him, he says, “You’re straight, so I’ll give it to you straight. Blade doesn’t fuck around with bitches on the dance floor, ever. So, he did that to show to the rest of us that he’s claiming who his woman is. Watcha think about that, honey? Are you going to claim Blade, or was that all to show off to these other bitches that you have the Prez?”
Alessia looks right at Cowboy, unwavering resolve in her voice. “Cowboy, I may be a bitch,” she points to her chest, “I don’t sit around in a sewing circle sharing my feelings. However, I don’t run from shit that I want. As for the rest, you can fuck off.” She reaches over and grabs the bag of Doritos, which she is now sharing with Spider only.
Spider kicks Cowboy’s feet off the chair, smiling. He shakes his head at him, not that Cowboy cares. I know my brothers are testing her to see if she’s real. In this life, we all prove we are strong enough to be in it. Even though I am proud of her, I want to punch Cowboy for saying that shit so soon. I glare over his way to tell him to fuck off from fucking with my woman. Cowboy, in his dumb ass hick hat, smiles back. Fucker.
Alessia is focused on the floor, watching Jenn dance and laugh with James and Dana. She grabs her beer from the table to take a drink. Wrapping my hand around hers, I take her drink from her. Drinking half of it, I set it back on the table.
She glares at me, grabs my shirt and pulls me to her, taking a hot, fast kiss. While I’m not paying attention, she grabs her drink back. Lifting her head up, she chugs the rest. She winks at me like I lost, and that causes me to smile up at her.
She leans in, whispering in my ear, “I love the taste of beer on you.” It’s those little things she does that get me to be a different person no one else has seen. Wrapping a protective hand around her waist, I pull her tighter to me.
My job is twenty-four seven, never do I ever drink more than a couple of beers. It’s my job to take care of the brothers. I’m enjoying seeing the softer side of Alessia, seeing her joy and excitement is my high. She hiccups and yells out for the drunk crowd, “Last call was an hour ago, it’s time to get the fuck out! You don’t have to go home, but you sure as hell can’t stay here!”
A resounding boo hits the walls in response. With a wave to the crowd, Alessia wanders back to her office, shutting the door behind her. I catch James’ attention when I walk by. “Hey, James, the girls are pretty gone, you got Dana and Jenn?” I ask him.
“Yeah, dude, I’m going to take them home in Jenn’s car. You mind carrying Vegas out to the car, too?” He wants to take Alessia home? Fuck no, that’s not happening, I take care of her.
“Bro, you have two drunk chicks to stuff in that little ass car. I’m going to drop Alessia off, man, and before you give me massive shit, remember I’m not going to fuck her over. Two of my prospects dropped off a few SUV’s. Let me help?” James nods warily in understanding right before he runs off to grab Jenn from one of the prospects.
Heading back behind the bar, I call Tugg on my way to the office. “Tugger, you ready? Let’s go grab Alessia, boy.” I pat my leg and he jumps up all happy to get home too. Peering inside Alessia’s office, I see that she’s passed out in her chair, arms folded on her desk, with her head resting on them. Making my way around the desk, I scoop up my little vixen, cradling her to my chest.
“Blade, why are you so soft with me?” Alessia asks me and keeps mumbling on, “We can only be friends, my sexy man.”