Chapter 2
Jaxson
I hailed us a taxi. “To the Purple Tiger, please.”
I knew that look on Ford’s face. He had been thinking about Ella again. Going to the club would do him some good. Let him focus on some fresh meat and not dwell in the past. Plus, I knew if I got his mind off of her, I wouldn’t feel bad when I got lucky too.
Ford was a good-looking dude. He was tall, a few inches taller than me, so probably around 6’5”. He had green eyes and blonde hair. He kept it cut in what he said was, and I quote, ‘buzzed in the back but long enough on top so that she can hold on for the ride’.
When we pulled up to the club, the line was out the door and halfway around the block. We had extra cash on hand though, so I walked to the bouncer at the front of the line and slipped him a little extra cash incentive to move us to the front of the line. Clearly, I spoke his language well because he swept the rope aside and let us right in.
This place was nice. The bar was large and accented with purple lighting and chandeliers; there was tiger print on the bar stools and in the booths. The tables also looked purple, but that might have just been a trick of the lighting. There were platforms where scantily clad girls were paid to dance in cages as entertainment. They all wore tall heels, had lean, sculpted bodies and small tiger print outfits complete with tails and ears that instantly brought a smirk to my lips.
I looked over at Ford and could instantly see his mood had improved. He had a huge smile on his face as he took it all in. We were definitely in the right place to have a good time. Although there were a handful of women that appeared to be trying too hard to get some attention, the majority were classy, not trashy.
We weaved our way through the sea of bodies toward the main bar. As my gaze swept the club I felt myself catching the eye of a pretty blonde.
She was standing at the far end of the bar, trying to get the attention of the bartender. Her figure was amazing. She was tall and curvy like an hourglass, her hair up in a ponytail, showing off her delicate neck. The short red dress she was wearing clung to her in all the right places. Her legs were lean, they were the kind I instantly imagined wrapped around my waist. Her tall stilettos probably added a good four inches to her natural height and I thought about how she might look in nothing but those heels. She had a tiny waist accentuated by an amazing set of large, natural tits and an ample bottom that would fit perfectly in my hands.
I liked having something to hold on to while I danced, both with and without my clothes on. I was by no means a man whore, but I definitely liked to have a good time. Shit, maybe that did make me a man whore… I wasn’t going to dwell on it right now.
I excused myself from Ford, I knew he’d be just fine on his own, and I made my way toward the blonde. She must’ve felt my presence behind her because I saw her stand a little straighter and heard her breath hitch. I leaned forward and gently brushed her shoulder. She tilted her head ever so slightly in my direction, and I could see full, pouty lips.
“Good luck getting a drink,” she mumbled. “I’ve been standing here for at least ten minutes. It’s been like this all night.”
“That’s a shame,” I replied.
Suddenly the bartender appeared in front of us. “What’ll it be?” she asked looking at me.
Irritation rolled off of the pretty blonde. I looked at her and repeated what the bartender had so clearly asked me, “What’ll it be?”
“A vodka cranberry, please,” she stated looking up at me with what I could see now were a gorgeous set of light blue eyes, framed by thick dark lashes.
I looked back to the bartender, “Make that two.”
When the drinks came, I handed my card to the bartender to pay, then changed my mind and instead told her to open a tab.
“You didn’t have to pay for me,” the blonde stated, “but thank you for my drink.”
“It’s my pleasure. I’m Jax.”
“Hi, I’m Kaya. And the pleasure is all mine.” She gave me a once over and I could swear she just eye fucked me. “Would you like to dance, Jax?” She asked looking up at me from under fluttering lashes.
The way my name rolled off her tongue sounded like sin and the effect was like a shot to my system. She had that whole innocent thing down pat, yet I was certain she was anything but. Two could play this game though. “I’d love to, Kaya.” I liked the name and the way it felt coming off my tongue.
The club music was the top 40 hits remixed with some techno, the perfect kind to bump and grind to, and man, was I looking forward to bumping and grinding with her.
We walked to the center of the floor, where there was a little bit of open space. She wrapped one hand around my neck, the other holding her drink, and practically straddled my leg. My free hand instantly went to her lower back and pulled her in nice and close. She smelled amazing; something fruity I couldn’t quite put my finger on. We fit together perfectly with her heels on, her breasts pressed against my chest and her face only inches below mine.
Throughout the next few songs my hand slid higher and lower along her back, enough space covered to know she was naked beneath her dress.
I leaned in and whispered, “Did you come here tonight hoping to find someone to take you home, Kaya?”
“Possibly, if I found the right person.”
I finished my drink and set it on a nearby table for the waitress to grab on her next go ‘round and Kaya did the same. The next few songs were just as upbeat and with both hands free to explore her curves I took full advantage. She slid one hand up the front of my chest and started to play with the buttons on my shirt, and then she gave me that innocent look again, only this time it was filled with pure lust.
I grabbed her by the hand and pulled her down a dark hallway. Once we were concealed by the darkness, I pushed her up against the wall and caged her in with my body. I barely brushed her lips with mine and then withdrew. My lips just millimeters from hers, I slid my hand up the front of her body and gently, but firmly, grasped her full tit, pinching her nipple until I heard her gasp. When those pouty lips parted, I dove in. Our kiss was rough and filled with desire. My tongue thrust into her open mouth and she responded just as if I’d lit a match and set her on fire. Her hands flew to my hair and her body arched into mine.
I pulled her body flush with mine, my hands gripped her perfect ass and I ground my cock into her. I slid one hand down to the bottom of her dress, then inched my way underneath. The heat coming from between her thighs was enough to let me know she was ready to go, but I still wanted to feel her slippery wetness on my fingers. She moaned just as I reached the apex of her thighs and brushed against her pussy lips, lips that were completely bare. I could feel my cock rapidly getting hard.
“Want to get out of here?” I asked withdrawing my hand and licking my fingers. She was sweet and tangy all at once.
“Yes,” she blinked at me breathlessly.
I quickly closed out my tab and took her by the hand, steering her back to where I had last seen Ford. He was chatting it up with a cute girl who had dark brown almond shaped eyes and hot pink hair; not my type by any means, but hey, who was I to judge? It looked like they had both just gotten fresh drinks.
“I’m going to head back to the hotel,” I told him.
“Ok, I’m going to stick around a little while longer, we just got our drinks,” he gestured to his glass.
“Ok, see ya in the morning,” I smiled over Kaya’s shoulder.
“Yep, see ya,” he smirked.