BING
Did u sleep naked last night?
I frown at my phone and laugh out loud. I think that tops the ten weirdest text messages ever received.
Why? Are u hoping I did?
I hit the send button and chuckle to myself. Jen is the only girl I know with big enough balls to send me a message like that.
In ur dreams, space cadet. I’m wondering if I need to de-flea myself, that’s all.
I shake my head at her. Space cadet? The girl is random as shit.
No de-fleaing necessary. Cold shower maybe.
Ur not that hot.
Not what ur eyes said last night. I smirk to myself, wondering how she’ll come back to that one. I know she’ll have one.
I need to go to specsavers apparently. I must be half blind if I looked at u like ur hot.
I laugh. Loudly. Goddamn, she has enough fire inside her to set this city alight. I’d love to be the one to cool her down for five minutes. Actually, make that five hours. I’d need more than five measly fucking minutes with a goddess like Jennifer Mason. My dick stiffens at the thought of spending time with her... In my bed.
U win. U going out tonight?
Wasn’t going to. Who’s out?
I know Saph is out with us.
Get her to ring me and I’ll see.
I shoot a quick message off to Mitch telling him to tell Saph to ring Jen. Too many tellings, and I’m still as hard as a fucking rock. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath, and head towards the shower, doing whatever I can to keep that blonde bombshell off my sexually inclined mind.
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My eyes scour the club as I lean by the bar with Mitch, pint in hand. As usual, there are a million girls in here tonight. And, as usual, I only give a crap about one.
Said girl is looking so hot in the little black dress and pink heels she’s wearing that she should come with a warning.
Warning; erection guaranteed.
I bring the glass to my lips, watching as she moves her body to the beat of the music, her hips swaying round tantalisingly. Her body undulates, her curves move like they’re made of liquid, the fluidity begging me to touch.
I clench my free hand and try to focus on something, on anything other than her.
When the song ends, Jen and Saph come bounding up to us. Jen’s cheeks are flushed from dancing, her eyes shining. What would she look like if I was the cause of that? Would she still have that bead of sweat dripping down her neck and running teasingly into her cleavage? Holy...
“Squashed frogs! Two!” Saph yells at the bartender. Despite how busy it is, Saph gets served immediately. Some people would say it’s the bright red hair piled on top of her head, the watermelons attached to her chest, or the legs that go on forever. In reality, it’s because Red belongs to her Daddy.
And Saph is nothing if not a Daddy’s girl.
“To freedom!” Saph toasts, and both her and Jen sink the yellow, red and green shots. Jen wrinkles her face up and does a little shiver, making me smile.
Well, if that ain’t cute, then I’m fucked as to what is.
“Nice?” I ask as she leans on the bar next to me.
“Not particularly.” She smacks her lips together. “But it does the job.”
“The job being what?” I lean in closer to her and she laughs, slightly bitterly.
“To forget, for just one night.” She gazes at the bottles behind the bar. “To just be Jen without all the fuckery doo.”
“And what, can I ask, is fuckery doo?” I try to hide my smile, but she glances at me and grins. She drops her face down and her shoulders shake.
“I have no idea,” she admits with a small shrug. “It sounded good at the time.”
“Hey, Joe!” I shout to the bartender. “Can Jen get a drink?”
“What do you need, gorg?” Joe calls over.
“Hmmm.” Jen scans the bottles. “You know what, handsome? Give it to me hard.”
“Sounds like an offer you can’t refuse, Joe!” Mitch laughs.
Joe winks and picks up and empty cocktail shaker. “Okay, Jenny baby, you asked for it. I’ll give it to you hard.”
Jen smiles her most charming smile at him, and it’s a damn good job Joe is gay.
If the guy wasn’t, that cocktail shaker would be shoved so far up his fucking ass it’d be coming out of his ears.
I watch as he mixes vodka, Malibu, cherry sourz, advocaat, Sambuca, and a dash of Martini. He finishes with a dash of lemon juice and a couple squirts of lemonade. I suck in a breath as the odd coloured drink is poured into a fresh glass and set in front of her.
“Joe, you know I love you, but what is this crap?” Jen picks up the glass. “It looks like a cross between cats piss and goblin snot.”
“Triple O by Joe.” Mitch nods his head. “Every time.”
‘‘Triple O by Joe?” Jen questions, looking between us.
I grin like the Cheshire cat and crook my finger, motioning for her to come closer. I smoothly push her hair away from her ear, and put my mouth close to it. “It’s rumoured that Triple O by Joe is the best drink to get if you’re gonna get some. The mix of the spirits heightens your senses and relaxes you, so much so that when you do get your way you’ll have three explosive orgasms that toss you into oblivion.”
Her chest rises and falls as she takes a deep breath, and I can almost hear her heart pounding over the music in the club. I look at the smooth skin on her neck, and the temptation to touch my lips to her pulse point to see if her heart is beating as fast as I think it is almost takes over. I exhale hard, letting my breath travel over her bare skin, and she shivers.