Chapter Eight
Alexa walked through the crowd of Duke’s Lounge, looking for her friends among the dozens of drinking and dancing bodies that bumped into her from every direction. The place was packed, which was unusual for a Monday, but then she remembered there was a visiting deejay in the house.
She looked over her shoulder and saw that Dante was still close behind. He caught her eye and smiled. If he felt out of place, he was trying hard not to show it.
She still couldn’t believe she’d actually invited him to come out with her and her friends. They’d been together the past three nights in a row, and she had to admit, she was addicted. God, the man knew exactly what she needed and when she needed it. So when he’d shown up in the middle of dinner service the night before and promptly taken her over her office desk, all she could think about was doing it all over again. That’s when she’d remembered she’d promised Natalie and Clarissa that she’d come out with them and their boyfriends to their favorite rockabilly bar in Pico Rivera. Natalie had been pressing Alexa hard to let her bring her trainer so they could make it a triple date. Inviting Dante instead had saved her from a potential setup and pretty much guaranteed she’d get laid again for the fourth night in a row.
Just past the dance floor, she spotted Natalie and her boyfriend, Jonathan, and Clarissa and her boyfriend, Donny, already seated in a booth. She waved when they recognized her, and she grabbed Dante by the hand, pulling him with her.
After introductions were made, they scooted inside the booth with her friends.
“I can’t believe it’s so crowded tonight,” she yelled over to Natalie.
Her friend nodded. “I know. But the music is cool. I’m glad you both were able to come.” The teasing tone didn’t slip by Alexa. She knew Natalie was going crazy under that disinterested demeanor. When Alexa had texted her friend earlier to tell her that she was bringing someone, relentless questions followed. Alexa had ignored all of them, not ready or able to answer most. So once she’d introduced Dante by name, her friend’s eyes lit up like a jukebox.
A harried waitress walked by their table without so much as a glance. Donny yelled over, “If you guys want drinks, you’ll probably have better luck if you go to the bar.”
Dante leaned over and said he’d get them something. Then he asked the rest of the group if they wanted anything. Jonathan and Donny offered to go with him, and then they left. That’s when her girls pounced.
“Oh my God. Dante? Your lawyer?”
“I thought you were on a relationship hiatus?”
“Have you slept together yet?”
“Does Brandon know?”
Alexa took a deep breath before explaining that they were just hanging out. She was met with skeptical stares. “What? It’s true. We’re just having fun.”
Luckily, the conversation turned to the lawsuit by the time the guys returned.
She realized she hadn’t told Dante what she wanted, yet he showed up with her favorite beer anyway. It made her smile.
“Dante, are we going to need to testify, too, because of Nick’s lawsuit?” Natalie asked after he took his first swig of beer.
He nodded. “Yes. Both of you are probably going to be our star witnesses, since you were there and saw everything.”
“Hey, wait a sec,” Donny interrupted. “Are you Dante Perez from the L.A. Defense Foundation?”
Alexa stopped drinking and turned to look at Dante. His eyes widened before nodding.
“I thought you were a partner in some corporate firm downtown?” Natalie asked the question Alexa was about to.
“I do some pro bono work for the foundation on the side,” he answered before looking at Donny. “Have we met before?”
Clarissa’s boyfriend shook his head. “Not in person. I’m a photographer with the Times and we did a story on the foundation a few months ago. I didn’t shoot you, but you did get interviewed by my buddy Hector. I just remembered your name from his article.”
The admission that Dante volunteered for a nonprofit legal foundation floored her. When had this happened?
As if reading her mind, Clarissa dug for intel on her behalf. “I read that article, too. That foundation does such important work for so many immigrants. How did you get involved with it?”
“A good friend of mine volunteered for years as a social worker for them. She always bugged me to help out, but I never seemed to have the time. When she passed away, I figured it would be a good way to honor her memory.”
There was a hint of sadness in his voice. Without thinking, Alexa reached over and grabbed Dante’s hand. He smiled at her, and her skin warmed. A few days ago, she would’ve blamed it on the beer. But she knew better now.
“Are you working on any interesting cases?” Donny asked.
Dante nodded. “We’re trying to keep a couple from being deported back to El Salvador. They have two teenagers who were born here and can’t go with them. So we’re really fighting to keep this family together.”
This time it was Alexa who spoke up. “Do you think you’ll win?”
His face fell, and she regretted asking the question. “We’ve pretty much exhausted all of our options. My boss thinks there’s one more thing we can try, so we’re going to go to court in a few weeks and file an injunction with the judge.”
“And if that doesn’t work?” Clarissa asked.
He sighed and visibly slumped. “Then the parents go back to El Salvador and the kids go into foster care.”
“Man, that’s rough,” Jonathan said.
They all nodded, even though his choice of words was so inadequate. Perhaps sensing the group was headed for a downward spiral, Dante smoothly changed the subject by asking Jonathan what he did for a living. She’d already told him in the car that he was a music producer, so Dante’s question was purely out of the need to lighten the conversation.
As her friends laughed and joked with Dante, Alexa was still reeling from the discovery that he had a side job. And by the sound of it, this job not only didn’t pay him for his time but obviously took its toll as well. She wondered about the friend he’d mentioned who had inspired him to give back. She must have been someone very important to him. And for a wisp of second, she wondered what the woman had meant to Dante and why he never talked about her.
After two more beers, Alexa was finally feeling relaxed enough to stop worrying about it. And when he put his arm around her waist, she stopped thinking altogether.
Who knew that she’d enjoy being with Dante this much?
They’d slipped back into a comfortable friendship, even as the sex grew hotter and hotter. She was rediscovering him and getting to know him all at the same time.
Her favorite song blared over the sound system, and she bounced in her seat. “Let’s go dance,” she said in his ear.
“I don’t know. I don’t really like to dance,” he told her.
“Come on. Please?” And for emphasis, she kissed him on the lips. When she pulled back, she recognized the smirk before it even showed up.
“If I dance with you, what do I get in return?”
She looked out at the dance floor and saw Clarissa and Donny twirling and twisting to the beat. If Dante didn’t agree, she could always go out on her own and find a willing partner. But she didn’t want to do that.
Alexa leaned closer and whispered, “Anything you want.” And to prove it, she sucked on his earlobe. A hand flew to her wrist and pulled her out of the booth.
They found a spot near Clarissa and Donny. Dante pulled her against him and started moving. And when he spun her around and picked her up, she screamed in delight. Not only could he dance, he could dance better than most of the guys on the floor.
They stayed for two more songs before heading back to the booth. It turned out that Alexa wasn’t the only one impressed with his moves.
“You guys looked great out there,” Natalie gushed.
“Yeah,” Clarissa added. “You should come back on Thursday and enter their dance-off. Top prize is five hundred bucks.”
She looked at Dante, and they both laughed. “No, thanks. Besides, I don’t know if Mr. Twinkle Toes here would even want me for his partner again. So much for not being a good dancer.”
He smiled and shrugged. “I never said I wasn’t a good dancer. What I said was I didn’t like to dance.”
As the others left to get more drinks, she leaned over and whispered, “You played me, didn’t you?”
Dante moved his hand underneath the table and rested it on top of hers. “Somehow I don’t think you’re going to mind.” He grabbed her hand and moved it to his crotch. The bulge was already rock hard to the touch, and it instantly turned her on.
They were in the middle of a crowded club, and her friends were going to come back any minute. So why was she considering sticking her hand under his pants and stroking him until he came? This was what this man did to her.
“Are you thinking of how I’m going to fuck you senseless as soon we get back to my house?” he whispered in her ear.
Heat rose up through her body until her cheeks burned. He’d flipped that switch again, and it wasn’t going to be easy to shut it off. What was she going to do when he moved on to the next woman?
Slow down. No need to think about those things. Just feel this moment.
“Maybe,” she whispered back, wanting to affect him with her words as much as he had done with his. He groaned under his breath.
She noticed her friends walking back, so she moved her hand away. Dante snatched it back and held on to it to make her squeeze his cock even tighter.
“So are you going to go back out and dance?” Natalie asked once they were all seated back in the booth.
“No, I think we’re good just sitting here. Right, Alexa?” She opened her mouth to answer but snapped it shut as Dante moved his other hand beneath her dress.
Afraid she’d sigh or moan in front of everyone, she could do nothing but nod in response.
…
The group chatted nonchalantly about the music, the lawsuit, and what everyone had planned for next weekend. All the while, Dante and Alexa were busy feeling each other up under the table.
In his defense, he hadn’t planned on the mutual fondling. It was just a happy occurrence brought on by their little deal about dancing.
The longer Alexa rubbed, though, the harder it became to carry on a conversation. He looked over at her and noticed she was having the same difficulty. She kept blotting her skin with a napkin and licking her lips before taking a swig of her beer.
He’d been good and only brushed along the inside of her thigh. But his control was fading fast, and he wanted desperately to move his finger higher to the flesh still covered by her panties.
She must be dripping wet by now, given how much he’d teased her. If she wasn’t already on the edge, he knew it would be a short ride.
That’s when an idea came to him.
It was time to get the hell out of there.
Donny had just told a funny story, and he joined in on the laughter. It gave him the cover he needed to move closer to Alexa, which also gave him better access to the spot between her legs. It took only one slide of his finger along the middle of her entrance before she announced to the group that it was time for them to leave.
“Ah, really? Why don’t you guys stay for a little longer?” Clarissa said.
“Sorry, but Dante has to be in court early, right?” she asked and looked at him.
A smile tugged at his lips, but he fought it. He didn’t have to be in court at all tomorrow, and she knew that. “Yes, that’s right,” he said with a nod.
As Alexa and her friends made plans to have lunch another day, he tried to focus on things that would calm his erection so he could get out of the booth without putting a spotlight on what they’d been doing.
She made him feel like a hot-blooded, horny teenager. Stealing touches here, exchanging knowing looks there. Alexa kept surprising him, and he wasn’t sure if that was a good or a bad thing. Obviously, one part of his anatomy liked it very much. But the sensible part of him issued red flags every time he was with her. They’d made no promises about how long they would hang out.
He wondered, though, if that would come back to bite them both in the ass.
When he finally felt semi-normal, he grabbed her hand and tugged her toward him.
They said their good-byes and headed for the door. He needed to be inside her as quickly as possible, especially since he’d already decided he wasn’t about to wait until they got back to his house.
“I like your friends,” he told her as they walked through the parking lot.
“Thanks. I think they liked you, too. Did you have a good time?”
He grabbed her hand and tugged her closer to him. “I did. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but it was fun.”
“I’m glad. It’s not everyone’s scene, you know?”
“I’ve been meaning to ask…”
She laughed. “Why I like it? I don’t know. The clothes and music are all about a simpler time. Who knows? Maybe I was born in the wrong decade.”
“I think you were born at exactly the right time. Otherwise, we’d never be able to do what we’re about to do.”
They’d reached his car, which was parked at the far end of the lot. It was the only one in the row, and the closest light post dimmed off and on. No one would be close enough to hear when she screamed out his name. It was perfect.
“Get in the backseat,” he said.
As usual, she did what he told her to. Then he followed her inside and shut the door.
“What are we doing?” she asked. Even in the shadows, he could see her eyes were big and anxious. This excited her.
“We’re going to do what we’ve been wanting to do for the past half hour.”
He lunged toward her and found her lips. She kissed him back, and it thrilled him that she was just as hot and hungry as she was. He cupped her breasts through her dress and rasped, “Take them out so I can suck on those pretty nipples of yours.”
She pulled the top of her dress open, exposing a black lace bra. He nearly praised the Lord right there when he realized it hooked in the front. Her breasts fell out, and he laved long strokes on each one. Her moans of pleasure drove him crazy with need.
“Remember you said you’d do anything I want,” he whispered against her chest.
“Yes, anything,” she said. His cock grew harder.
He took one last lick before sitting back on the seat until his feet touched the floor. Keeping his eyes on her, he unbuttoned his pants and pulled his dick out from his briefs. He stroked himself in front of her, and he heard her sigh.
“Put your mouth right here,” he commanded.
When her soft, warm lips covered his cock, he nearly shot off the seat. She took him slowly, inch by inch.
“God, that feels so good. Your mouth is perfect for sucking. Suck me hard, baby.”
Her tiny moan only fueled his own desire. He couldn’t believe it was happening, yet he was so grateful that it was. Having Alexa give him a blow job in the backseat of his car was one of many fantasies he’d used when he needed to jerk off in the shower, usually after seeing her walk around the restaurant in one of those tight skirts she liked to wear.
It didn’t matter that she wore a full dress in this reality. She was still bent over his dick with her ass pointed high in the air, giving him full access to what he craved the most.
As she licked and sucked him up and down, Dante moved his hand underneath her dress and found the thin fabric of her panties. By touch alone, he hooked his finger around the edge and pulled it to the side. Her wet heat welcomed the invasion, and Alexa gasped.
“There’s a condom in my right pocket. Get it and put it on me.”
She nodded. Once he was properly sheathed, it was time for another fantasy—Alexa riding his cock.
“Take off your panties and straddle my lap.”
She sat back so she could pull her underwear off her legs all the way. Then she bunched up the dress on the sides and slowly lowered herself onto his dick.
They both groaned at the contact. Her pussy was snug and wet, and he held her still by the hips, basking in the sensation of her.
Their lips came together for more fiery kisses. She gripped the edge of the seat behind him and began to move up and down along the length of his shaft. “Ah, yes. You feel so good,” she whispered.
“Just wait. It’s going to get better.”
He tugged her dress and the dangling bra off her shoulders. It was rough and messy, but he didn’t care. He pushed the sides of her breasts together and took both of them into his mouth, sucking long and hard until her nipples were thick, stiff peaks against his tongue.
He moved one hand to her neck and stuck his index finger in her mouth. She licked and sucked lovingly, just like she had with his dick. He couldn’t think. Couldn’t see. Heat swept over him, and he became lost in a delirium of ecstasy.
Alexa picked up her pace and sank down faster and harder. She threw her head back, and he knew she was close to coming. So was he. He slid two fingers down her belly to where their bodies connected and found the hard little nub that was going to set her off. He pulled his finger from her mouth and moved his hand behind her to grip her ass, digging into the flesh as he tried to hold on.
The parking lot, the city, the entire world fell away as Alexa’s body shuddered when the pulsing orgasm overtook her. Her convulsing muscles milked his own climax from him soon after, and he wrapped his arms around her body and held her tight, not wanting her to leave him just yet. They shook against each other for several seconds, each of them lost in their own blissful oblivion. When the haze finally cleared, Dante moved his hands to her face and gently brought her to him for a kiss.
She sighed into his mouth, and he knew she was just as addicted to him as he was to her.
Maybe he wouldn’t have to give her up after all.