Nathan
I WALK THROUGH THE DOORS OF Blackie’s and head straight for the bar. As I walk across the heavily populated room, I notice several of my friends at our usual high-top table. Willow is sitting, with Tegan standing to the side of her chair. He has his hands up her skirt as he whispers something in her ear. My stomach tightens with the thought of watching the two together.
Abby is there as well, talking with some woman I’ve never seen before.
I spot an opening at the end of the bar, and I take it. Blackie’s is very popular. It’s not your typical club. Things happen here you don’t normally see. It’s not uncommon to see a man with a woman shoved up against the wall, his hips rocking as he fucks her for anyone to see. Or a woman with her skirt pulled up giving off a shadowed view of her pussy. Delicate sensibilities are left at the door, and if you’re not into kinky sex, then you best just keep walking. It’s against policy to blatantly have sex in the open, but if it’s hidden, leaving only hints of the act, you’re good to go. People can be very creative when it comes to sex, and half the people here know how to have it without advertising it. We all know what’s going on though. A woman facing her man sitting in his lap, her skirt hiding her ass as she slowly rocks back and forth. Yeah, she’s riding his dick, no doubt.
I order a couple shots of Jameson from Nikki, the bartender, then turn to the dance floor. I watch couples grind on each other, one with the woman’s skirt pushed up to just barely show off the valley between her legs. Another woman has her leg hiked over her man’s hip, his hand digging in the flesh of her ass as they dry hump each other. Won’t be long before it’s no longer dry.
Colt, Abby’s husband, walks up beside me and orders a beer.
“How’s it going?” he asks over the loud music.
I tip my chin at him. “Good.”
Nikki sets both my shots and Colt’s beer on the bar. I reach back for both of mine. I tip my first shot up to him, then shoot it back. It burns so fucking good going down. I throw back the second one, then lift my hand for two more.
When I first met Colt, I couldn’t stand the guy, pegging him for someone who was only going to end up hurting Abby, someone I would do damn near anything for. I’ve seen how hard Abby struggles with her addiction, how hard she used to try to be normal, to have a normal relationship. I’ve seen her pain over and over again when she realized being normal isn’t in the cards for her. The sadness in her eyes because she knew she would never have the chance to get married and have children.
When Colt started coming around, I assumed he would be like all the others and was just there to use her for sex. Abby’s not the typical sex addict. She goes through painful withdrawals if she doesn’t have sex on a daily basis. When men find this out, their dicks turn to stone, thinking they have a free pass to all the pussy they want. They don’t look at her as a human, they only see a warm hole to stick their dicks in anytime they want, and when they get tired, they move on.
I was surprised and impressed when Colt stuck around, even knowing there was a chance that Abby may eventually be in a situation that would force her to have sex with someone who wasn’t him. It takes balls of steel to willingly enter a relationship knowing their lover may be forced to stray. Fortunately, they’ve formed a system that works for them that ensures that’s not a possibility.
We both turn our backs to the bar to face the dance floor. I hear a rumbled growl from Colt, and I look over at him, then follow his eyes across the room. His sister, Tera, is on the dance floor with Lukas Black, the owner of this place. There’s not an inch of space between the two. His leg is wedged between hers, and it’s plain to anyone watching she’s grinding down on his thigh. Her hands are wrapped in his hair and his face is buried in her neck. Each hand has a handful of ass.
“I’m going to fucking kill that bastard one day,” Colt mutters darkly.
“No, you won’t,” I state, almost laughing at his declaration. I don’t know what Colt’s issue is with Lukas, but I get the sense that hatred is years old.
He scowls at me. “You’re right, I won’t, but that doesn’t stop the visions from forming in my head.”
He grabs his beer and chugs half of it down. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he keeps his eyes on the two when he growls, “What in the fuck is he doing on the dance floor anyway? He’s never on the dance floor.”
“Would you rather him be alone in his office with her?”
His eyes narrow. “Doesn’t make much difference. People fuck all the time out here.”
I grab my remaining shot, down it, then slap Colt on the back. “Yeah, but at least no one would see if they were in his office.”
I walk away, but still hear the snarled “fuck you” from Colt.
When Abby sees me walking toward their table, she smiles and opens her arms. I walk straight to her and envelop her in my arms. I feel a presence at my back and know Colt is standing there. Probably with blazing anger in his eyes. Although we get along now, he still hates mine and Abby’s close relationship. Tegan, Ava, and I were her only true friends for years. We’ve always been there for each other; that includes when we needed partners to satisfy our needs. I’ve been Abby’s sexual relief multiple times, and Colt despises that. I’d tell the guy to just get over it already, but I can’t really blame him. Abby and I haven’t been together since she started seeing Colt, and as long as she has Colt there will never be a reason for her to need me. He knows this, and that’s the only reason he allows it, but it still has to bite his ass knowing I’ve had her.
Doesn’t mean I don’t get a little satisfaction when he gets pissed when Abby hugs me. It’s an asshole move, but I’ve never denied being an asshole. Abby was mine before she was his, and I don’t mean in the physical sense.
My arms tighten around Abby when I feel the heat coming from Colt behind me.
Fingers dig hard into my ribs, and I wince. “Stop it,” Abby says in my ear.
I release her and pull back. Her eyes look serious, but her lips twitch. I think she secretly likes that Colt is so possessive of her. She’s never had that before.
I take the seat beside her and ignore the glare Colt shoots my way as he scoots her chair further away from me. I chuckle.
She wraps her arms around his waist and smiles up at him. The scowl leaves his face as he cages her in with his arms and kisses her. Even over the loud music, I can hear his deep groan. He leans deeper into her, and one of her hands lands on his ass and squeezes. The show has my dick twitching.
“Hey, yo!” Tegan calls across the table. “You two knock it off. Exhibitionism is my thing.”
Colt pulls back with a grunt, while Abby laughs, then sticks her tongue out at Tegan.
“So, what’s the big news?” Tegan asks.
Colt and Abby share a look before Abby looks from me, to Willow, then back to Tegan, a smile curving her lips.
“We’re having a baby,” she shouts excitedly, bouncing in her chair.
“Oh, my, God!” Willow shouts. She shoves Tegan back, jumps from her chair, and runs around to Abby, where she pulls her into a tight hug.
“Fuck, woman,” Tegan mutters, rubbing his elbow that he knocked into the table behind him.
The news of Abby being pregnant doesn’t surprise me, but it does make me very happy for her. If anyone deserves a happy ending, it’s her.
“Congratulations.” I hold my hand out to Colt. He looks at it for a second, before reaching out and clasping it with a tight grip.
“Thanks.”
We both look over to Abby and Willow as they squeal like two high school girls. A smile touches my lips at how happy Abby looks. It’s all Colt’s doing. I may act like I don’t care for the guy, but I’m glad Abby has him.
After several moments, the girls quiet down and Willow goes back to her side of the table—this time to Tegan’s lap. From where I’m sitting, I’ve got a partial view of under the table. My eyes track the movement of Tegan’s hand high up on Willow’s thigh under her skirt.
“Has anyone talked to Ava lately?” Tegan asks, drawing my attention away from his wandering hand.
“She called me a few days ago to say she was going out of town,” Abby answers. “But I haven’t spoken to her since. I tried calling her a couple times yesterday, but she didn’t answer, or call me back. Just a vague text message saying she was busy.”
“I’m worried about her,” he states with a frown. “It’s not like her to just disappear like that.”
Out of the four of us, Ava and Tegan were always the closest to each other, while Abby was the closest with me.
“Have you tried her mom?” Willow suggests.
Tegan and I share a dark look, while Abby lets out a dry laugh. “Ava obviously hasn’t told you about her mom or you wouldn’t have asked that.”
She shakes her head. “She’s only said they don’t get along very well.”
That’s the fucking understatement of the year. Ava left home when she was sixteen because she couldn’t handle her mom or the men she brought around anymore. She was a drug addict whore who had a new man every other week. At ten, Ava was already sleeping with a padlock on the inside of her bedroom door to keep men out. I’ve never wanted to hit a woman in my life, but every time I hear mention of Ava’s mom, I seriously think about making an exception.
Tegan and Abby don’t know the full extent of what Ava went through growing up. She’s only told them bits and pieces. The neglect and physical abuse, not the sexual abuse from her mom’s men. It only happened a couple times before ten-year-old Abby stole a lock from the store and installed it herself. One of the two men who raped her as a child was a man she trusted. She said he had been around a lot longer than most of the other men and was really nice to her. She thought of him as her daddy. Until one night he snuck into her room, just like all the others. When she told her mom the next day, she accused Ava of trying to steal her boyfriend. At fucking ten years old. That was when she’d had enough and stole the lock.
The only reason I know is because I stopped by her house one day to pick something up for Abby and found a shit-faced Ava with bloody knuckles and a couple of holes in her wall. I made her sit down and tell me what happened. Apparently, her mom came to visit and Ava went ballistic when she left. I can’t really blame her for the anger that courses through her body when she has to think about that woman, let alone see her.
I think that’s why Ava prefers role playing. She likes to hide her true self as a means of protection. If men can’t see the real her, they can’t hurt her. It’s also why Ava is as tough as nails and will rip off the balls of any man who tries to fuck her over.
“What about that guy she was here with last week?” Abby asks. “What was his name?”
“Dylan,” I supply.
Abby snaps her fingers and points at me. “That’s right. Dylan. Do we know how to get in touch with him? Maybe he’s heard something.”
A waitress walks by, and Tegan, Colt, and I order a beer.
“Let’s give her a couple of days, and if we don’t hear from her, then we’ll worry,” I tell them.
Abby bites her lip, but nods. Tegan nods too, but I can tell he doesn’t like the idea of waiting. It’s not that I don’t care about Ava, but she’s a grown woman and is capable of taking care of herself. She’s allowed to disappear for a while if she wants, as long as she makes a reappearance soon.
A few minutes later, the waitress drops off our drinks, and I grab my beer.
“Hey, Nathan,” Tegan calls. I look over and find him looking behind me. “Isn’t that—” He stops midsentence, leans forward, causing Willow to lean with him, and squints. A big grin spreads across his face a second later, and his eyes flicker to me. “9B,” he finishes, then leans back in his chair.
My back straightens, and I whip my head around. My eyes tighten into slits as I look through the darkness of the room.
The place is packed with bodies. Some at tables, some standing around talking to others, some out on the dance floor. I look from one person to the next, seeking out the only person of interest to me.
It doesn’t take long before I find her. She’s out on the dance floor, facing me, with some guy standing behind her. His hands are on her hips as she slowly sways to the music. Her blonde hair is swept up high on her head. With her eyes closed, she’s resting her head back against the guy’s chest with her arms lifted and her hands tangled in his hair.
There’s about thirty feet separating us and it’s dark in the room, but I can still see the look of pleasure on her face. My dick, already at attention, grows thicker.
Someone steps in my line of sight, blocking her from view, and a growl leaves my lips. I’m just about to get up and knock the fucker away, when he moves.
Not bothering to tell the others I’m leaving, I get up and grab my beer to move closer. There’s a table at the edge of the dance floor that’s conveniently empty. I turn the chair around so it faces the dance floor and take a seat. There’s now only fifteen feet between us.
She’s wearing a black silky halter-type dress that hugs her tits, then turns loose and flows down the rest of her body. It stops midthigh, but with her arms raised, it barely covers her cunt. I have no doubt if she were to bend over, her ass would show. Her black sandals are high, and even in the dark, they sparkle from some type of glittery shit that’s all over them.
My eyes slowly rake down her body, taking in every inch of her. I’ve seen her completely bare, but never this close. Her naked body is a work of art, but seeing her this close, even clothed, is so much better.
When my gaze finally tracks back up to her face, my damn dick begs to be let loose. Her eyes are now open and she’s looking straight at me. She appears surprised, which makes me wonder if she remembers me from this morning on the street.
The shock is soon replaced with lust. Her tongue darts out to lick along her lips and her gaze turns hooded. My body responds to her blatant show of want. She doesn’t know me, but she still wants me from just a simple look.
She slowly lowers her arms, her nails dragging over the guy’s neck, then runs them down her sides. They skim along the outside of her tits, over his hands that are still on her hips, to the tops of her thighs. Her eyes stay connected with mine the whole time, as if she knows exactly what she’s doing to me. The guy behind her pushes his hips forward, grinding into her ass. She bites her lip and presses herself back against him. When his lips land on the side of her neck, she tilts her head to the side, giving him better access.
My hand tightens around my beer.
Fuck me. This woman is a goddamn temptress and she knows just what to do to tempt my control.
I grab my dick and try in vain to make more room in my jeans. Her eyes widen when I move my hand away. I bring my beer to my lips and take a long pull. With a smirk, I sit back in my seat and enjoy the show.