3 || Loving My Brother’s Wife (III)

Saying yes to Denise was an awful idea. Now, I’m stuck with a sexy woman in red that’s off limits. I shift in my seat to hide the embarrassing bulge as we pull up at the club. 

She finds the perfect parking spot and we exit the car after a final smack of her red lips in the rearview mirror. 

Couldn’t she have worn a shawl over the gown? 

I join her on her side of the car, hands shoved into my pocket to adjust my rising erection.

“No drinking,” I say. Her beauty calls out to me. Her body. Her sculpted face. Her lips. The shade of her lipstick is darker than her gown. Hot, fiery red. I am tempted to slide my hand under her gown to find out the colour of her panties. She raises a brow in defiance and I bounce on my feet. If she keeps being naughty, I might do something silly. “You can’t drink if you are my DD.” 

Denise pouts. It might be my imagination but she has been less rigid since she announced Darius’s travel. Good for me. Good for her. Good for both of us. Poking my shoulder, she says, “I didn’t ask to be the designated driver.” 

I take a bold step forward and she maintains her ground. A brow lifts only slightly before her facade is back up. I’m not thinking straight as I pull her flush against me, trapping her between me and the car. Her breath comes out in soft wisps that fan my face. I reach behind her to free the knot holding her hair and her long braids tumble down her shoulders to her waist. 

There. Now, she’s perfect. 

Against the voices in my head asking me to kiss her, I tear myself away from her, a practised smile on my lips. “By agreeing to drive me, you did.” 

With a huff, Denise sashays out of the garage. I snicker as she drags the red gown over her thighs, then yell at her back, “You should have listened to me.” I told her to change that ass-hugging gown. It’s too sexy for a married woman. I don’t want other men looking at her. Her hand raises in the air, she flips me the bird sign without stopping. “I’ll gladly do that.”

The bouncer allows us inside the club after a glance at us. The music hits differently here. We shuffle to a corner of the club, fingers pressed to our ears to muffle the noise. I take advantage of the little space and press against Denise, she rolls her eyes but stays put. 

We watch people dance in pairs and groups while a few others like us watch from the bar. My phone vibrates in my pocket. It’s Mia. I was supposed to call her as soon as I got here. I slide the phone into my pocket without answering and Denise lifts a brow.

“You should pick,” she says, “might be important.” 

The sarcasm heavy in her voice doesn’t escape me. Pretending she’s a jealous lover, I lean close enough for our foreheads to almost touch. The slight movement affects me as much as it does her, she parts her lips in a silent gasp and her arms fall to her sides.

“Not as important as being here with you.”

Where the hell did that come from? 

I give myself a mental pat on my back. Impromptu but smooth as fuck. And if she’s trying so hard not to smile, she liked hearing it. Denise clicks her tongue. I know she’s feeling me too.

“Go.” She pushes me gently and I stagger a bit. “Have fun, David.”

There’s a sad note in her voice that makes me want to stay back to keep her company. Guilt twists my guts when she hugs herself and forces a tiny smile to her lips. Now, she will make me feel bad. I inch closer to her until there’s no space left between us. Placing one hand beside her head, I stifle a groan as my phone vibrates again. My head lowers, my lips brush hers in a teaser. Denise inhales sharply.

“If you ask me to stay...” My thumb touches her lower lip, her pupils dilate and I swipe my forefinger across her lip. She lets out a soft moan. “I’ll stay here. With you, Denny.”

A moment too long passes, I imagine the wheels rolling in her head as she opens and closes her mouth. The delicate column of her throat moves as she finally finds strength to speak. Pushing away from the wall and out of my reach, she shakes her head. No.

“Na,” she replies. My heart plummets, I school my face into a blank expression. “Have fun.” 

Hiding my disappointment, I muster a fake smile and hold my phone up. “Give me a call when you are ready to leave, DD,” I say. On second thoughts, I wink and she giggles. 

I love the sound of that. I love her smiles too.

Finding Mia is pretty easy. I don’t have to try because she barrels towards me and drags me up a stairs to a less noisy section of the club. 

We stop at the top of the stairs and she spins to face me. I don’t need no drama at this point.

“Who was that?” she asks, looking down at me with a scowl that might have been cute if it was Denise. My brain shuts down momentarily when her hands relocate to her chest. 

If Denise crossed her arms under her boobs, my dick would be chanting alleluia but this pale, near skinny chic doesn’t come close to Denny. A disappointed sigh leaves me. I should have insisted on staying back. I am also defeating the purpose of coming here by comparing the two of them. Denise doesn’t want me. Mia does. 

“Who was who?” I ask at last.

Mia rolls her eyes. Her hands lower to my shoulders and she gives them a small squeeze. 

“I was waiting for you,” she whines. 

Placing a feather kiss on my neck, she nibbles on my skin, sucks delicately on the tattoo behind my ear and my dick finally reacts. I groan. I knew it had to be her mouth, it must be the major reason I saved her number. Her full, pouty lips can take a grown man’s dick. 

And she’s wearing red lipstick to match her heels. How she walks comfortably on it is a fucking miracle. My hands slide behind her back, I cup her ass and she purrs in my ear. 

Will Denise butt be as soft? Or maybe softer? 

I’ll never know how we managed to move from the stairs to the couch in the VIP section. But my arms are on her waist and she doesn’t give me a chance to process anything as her mouth nearly descends on mine. She misses my lips by sheer luck and a scowl mars her pretty face. 

Mia is quite pretty with that black eye makeup and the nose ring. But my mind is not here.

“What is it?” she snarls. I shrug. I don’t kiss the conquests. After tonight, I am not sure I will be seeing her again. Mia trails a manicured finger down my chest to my groin and grab my dick. “Baby boy, are you sure you are up for this?”