ALICIA
There's something about the club that gets my blood pumping.
The way the music starts a sizzling fire through me.
The way the lights never stay on one person for more than a second.
The heat and sensuality of dancing; both erotic and exotic, at once.
I love it all. This time is different, however. This is the first time I've taken Rider to the club with me. We've spent so much time relaxing at my house or his, only running out for quick dinners. Nothing fancy and nowhere the rumor mill will pick up we're together. We stick to little mom-and-pop restaurants, where no one gives a shit who I am or who I'm with. Not because I’m embarrassed to be seen with him, but because I love the serenity of our little bubble.
We wind our way to the center of the floor. The club has filled in more. I spot some friends among the dancers. They smile and wave when they see me, and I do the same. Then I feel Rider's hands on my hips, his chest to my back, as his lips graze my ear. "You're so fucking sexy," he whispers so only I can hear.
I start to sway my hips, giving myself over to the beat and loving the friction between our bodies. Rider doesn't miss a step. He stays in perfect sync with me as we dance through song after song, as if we’ve done this hundreds of times before.
Spinning me and pulling me flush to his body, I feel what I'm doing to him. How turned on he is from dancing with me. With so many people in the club and no one giving a shit what we're doing, I rub against him, driving my desire higher and higher. Fuck, he feels so good. Everything about him calls to me. From the dark stubble across his jaw to the way his button-down dress shirt molds to his chest and arms. His slacks fit him perfectly, showcasing that ass I love, and if we were anywhere else, I'd be ridding him of his clothes. But I'm not, and I can't. What I can do is tease him, though.
My hands find his hips, rocking his body along with mine. Every time his lips touch mine, it only makes me hotter.
He dips his head down. "Keep doing that and I'm going to make a mess of these pants."
"We wouldn't want that, now would we?"
His eyes hold mine, and I can't look away.
They’re glittering with intensity.
So much lust and desire.
But also love. This strong, protective man loves me, and damn, if that doesn't make me want to find a secluded room in here to show just how much I care. Then someone taps me on the shoulder and breaks our trance.
The person is a celebrity I know and someone who frequents our clubs. I give Rider a sad smile and walk with her back to the VIP area. Rider is close; he wouldn't leave me alone for long in here. Not with so many people. Outside of being easily jealous, he's making sure nothing happens to me. There's great comfort in that. Knowing I have someone to look out for me, who only has my best interests at heart and not because someone is paying them.
The three of us sit down at our table and talk for a good hour. Rider casually leans back in his chair with his arm slung around mine. I know he isn't paying attention to the conversation I'm having. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice him watching those around us.
As soon as we’re alone again, someone else stops by. It's like this for the next three hours. My head spins from a little too much alcohol and not enough food. Rider ordered us something, but I've been too busy talking to eat.
Finally, the last person leaves and the club thins out. Holy hell. I want to go to bed and sleep for a solid twelve hours or maybe twenty-four. These soft openings are always difficult. We have to meet with a lot of people. The publicity is great though, and not one person had anything negative to say to me about the club tonight.
Rider ushers me out of the club, holding my waist as I walk on wobbly legs. Fuck, I drank too much. More than I realized. I'm not plastered, but I'm definitely feeling it. Dad is hanging back a while longer, so the limo takes us to the hotel and then returns for him.
The elevator ride to our room has my stomach uneasy. I really should have eaten. I'm regretting not doing so now. Rider is so sweet, though. As soon as the door opens, he sweeps me up into his arms and carries me to our room. Inside, he gently places me on the bed. I'm helpless to do anything but lie there with my eyes closed as the room spins.
Very carefully, he takes my heels, dress, and bra off, leaving me in nothing but a pair of sheer panties. He pulls out the clips in my hair and tucks me into bed, before sliding in beside me, wearing only a pair of boxers.
I immediately seek out his warmth, loving him by my side.
Someone who will take care of me and not take advantage.
Someone who isn't out for their gain but truly loves me and wants nothing more than to see me happy.
I reach down to find him hard and ready for me. The room might be spinning; however, my body recognizes the hot man by my side who takes my breath away every time I see him.
Rider won’t let me play, though. He takes my hand in his and brings it to his lips. "Not tonight. You need sleep. I left a glass of water on the nightstand. You should try and drink it before you fall asleep. Tomorrow, I'll order us a big breakfast. Food will do you good."
I lift my arm and sluggishly reach for the glass, downing it in seconds. I was thirstier than I realized. Then I'm back at his side, drifting off to sleep.
* * *
A hand caressing my thigh slowly wakes me. I'm lying on my side with no blankets covering me. Rider is behind me, his hard length grazing my ass. He feathers kisses along the side of my neck, and I moan when his hand comes up to cup my bare breast.
"Good morning, beautiful,” he says in his seductive morning voice. One I’ve gotten very used to hearing and always turns me on. “How are you feeling?”
"I'll be feeling a lot better once you're inside me."
He responds by thrusting against me. His hand traces to my other breast to pinch and tug at my nipple, then lightly grazes my stomach as he trails his hand down to the juncture of my thighs.
Slipping inside my panties, his fingers delve into me, creating white-hot pleasure from that single touch. He rubs me, coating me with my wetness, before tugging my panties down and lifting my leg to rest back on top of his.
With a quick, fluid movement, he lines himself up and drives home. The feel of him inside me causes me to tremble. He fills me up as I've never been before. But then he stills, his body rigid.
"What's the matter?" I ask cautiously.
"I'm sorry,” he rushes out. “I forgot to put on a condom. Fuck, I don't know where my head went. I'll go grab one." He begins to pull out, but I grip his hip, holding him in place.
"I'm on the pill. I haven't been with anyone in a while. I'm clean and was tested not long before we started dating. Don't leave. Make love to me."
He groans and thrusts back inside. "I've never slept with anyone without protection. I’m clean, too. Are you sure?"
"Yes," I moan as he pulls almost all the way out and slowly fills me again.
His hand is back on my breast as his movements pick up. "I love feeling you like this. You're so fucking hot and slick on my dick. Like a fist, holding me tight. Fuck, baby." His words only amp up my desire. Reaching down, I rub my clit as he continues to fuck me. "That's right. Touch yourself. Let me see those fingers move." I pick up the speed, making fast circles. "So perfect," he whispers and nips at my ear. "I want you so fucking bad. I want to fill you up." Then his hand is brushing mine aside to take control. He cups me. "This is mine. Your pleasure is mine. No one can make you feel as good as I do." Holy fuck, when did we move on to dirty talk? I'm seconds from coming apart. Between his words and the sleepy rasp of his voice, it's like a dream come true.
"All yours, Rider. I'm all fucking yours." Then I'm crashing over the edge, my body trembling, crying out his name as wave after glorious wave ripples through me.
As soon as I start to come down, he rolls me to my stomach and lifts my hips, putting a pillow underneath me. His hand skims over my ass as he slams into me from behind. My body begins to tremble again as he hits the perfect spot inside me, and it's almost more than I can bear. I whimper and fist the sheets. His hand moves to my back, gently pushing me down as he comes in me, filling me with his release.
After a few languid thrusts, he trails kisses down my spine then rolls us to our sides, his body molding to mine.
"That was amazing," I tell him.
"It was." He kisses my shoulder. "I love you so much. I didn't think... I couldn't imagine a love like this ever existing. It's powerful and all-consuming. And last night, when you were talking business—fuck—it was so damn sexy. Sexier than you grinding against me on the dance floor. You're the complete package, Alicia. Beauty, brains, caring, and talented."
"You forgot one thing."
"What's that?"
"Yours. I'm yours, Rider." Turning my head, I find his lips with mine. It's a gentle kiss, one of love and devotion.
My stomach growls loudly, effectively killing the mood.
Rider chuckles. "I need to feed you. What are you in the mood for?"
We browse the menu and order breakfast. It arrives soon after, and we sit with the city as our view and eat together in comfortable silence. I could get used to this. Having Rider attend these with me. Being with me all the time. We haven't been dating long, but it feels right. Not that I'm jumping into marrying him or anything, but I'm open to wherever this relationship takes us.
His phone chimes with an incoming text, just as we finish our meal. He laughs and turns the phone for me to see. It's a photograph of us outside the club last night. His hand is on the small of my back, and we're walking toward the door. Damn, he looks good in that tux.
"We knew that would happen. You showed up as my date and were by my side all night."
"Yes, and apparently everyone in the club noticed, or so the article says."
I roll my eyes at that. I doubt many noticed at all. Most of the people there were friends or friends of friends. Not the gossipy types, but the ones who are in the spotlight themselves. However, like anything else, there are also a few at any event who love getting as much dirt as possible and going right to the media with it. It's par for the course.
"You look damn gorgeous next to me. I don't deserve you," Rider states, and I can tell he's serious.
I take the phone from him and place it on the table, then climb onto his lap, straddling his waist. "I'm the one who doesn't deserve you." Leaning down, I press my lips to his and, five minutes later, we're back in bed, making love until it's time to pack and head home.