6

Three hours later, we were both drunk and out on the dance floor. Beyonce's Dance For You, was blasting out of the speakers, and I was making suggestive moves with my hips when I felt a body slide up against mine, and then begin grinding against me.

Even without Minx's eyes widening before narrowing, I knew who was behind me. Hell, even if I'd been unconscious, I'd have known. His cologne and warmth surrounded me, and I found myself grinding right back. The thick hardness pressed against my ass spurring me on.

Leaning his head down until his lips rested against my ear, Nathan continued to bump and grind against me as he growled, “Yeah. You’re not making this friendship thing between us easy.” Then, with a hoarse, "Fuck!" he released me, and disappeared into the crowd.

The next morning, slitting an eye open, I uttered a groan. Feeling like I was on death’s door, I gingerly leaned over, grabbed my purse, and dug out the pain relievers buried within its depths. After shaking two tablets into my palm, I picked up the water bottle sitting near me, and swallowed the pills, swearing I’d never drink another drop of alcohol again.

As I waited for the pills to take effect I dropped my head onto my knees, reliving the hours after Nathan had left me standing alone at the club, my face shrouded in pain.

With her face flushed with anger and her hands balled into fists at her sides, Minx had hurried over to my side. “What the hell the bastard say to you?”

Before I'd been able to say anything, she'd declared, “Oh, who the hell cares—I'll kill him whatever the fuck it was!”

Shaking my head, I'd laughed, trying to hide my unhappiness. “Chill Mohamed, I’m okay,” I murmured.

Minx had been slow to calm, but when she had, a sheepish look had stolen across her features, and she'd exclaimed, “Bit rash, huh?”

“Mm, mayhap, a teeny, tiny, bit,” I'd teased, as I'd held up my thumb and forefinger—a minute space separating the two pads.

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Time passed, and the alcohol flowed, and I was out on the dance floor again, dancing with a man who was drop-dead gorgeous, when suddenly he released me and my arm was grabbed from behind, and swinging me around until I was facing him, Nathan snarled, “He had his goddamn hands all over you.”

I scowled at him. “He did not!”

Nathan’s jaw was ticking rapidly, and his lips curled into a slight snarl. “The fuck if he didn’t. He had no right touching you like that—you’re not his.”

I stared at him nonplussed for seconds, then shook my head whispering, “But I’m not yours either.”

With a deep groan, Nathan grasped my hand and began tugging me off the dance floor at a near trot. Doing my best to make a quick survey of the nearby crowd in search of Minx, I finally spotted her dancing nasty with a man who was nearly as hot as the one leading me out of the club.

Catching her eye, I gave a tug of my ear. A signal we'd made up long ago, letting her know I was okay. Minx gazed at me, a pitying look crossing her features, before she mouthed, “Oh, honey...” Then with a resigned look in her eyes, she shook her head, and raising her hand next to her ear in imitation of a phone, she mouthed, “You better call me tomorrow!”

Though I knew I was opening myself back up for more heartache as I followed Nathan as he pushed and shoved people out of our way as we headed toward the door. His actions weren’t done rudely, but with a fixed determination nonetheless. The closer we got to the exit, the more he picked up speed, and as his hand connected with the door that led to the outside, he had us almost running as he shoved it open with a powerful thrust.

On the other side of the door, moisture streamed out of the clouds. It saturated us in a matter of seconds as we wove our way between the parked cars. When we reached a dimly lit area of the back parking lot, Nathan came to an abrupt stop, then, spinning around he pushed me up against the trunk of a nearby car.

Bending toward me, he buried my mouth beneath his, before, with water streaming down all around us, he groaned low and deep against my lips, “I have to taste you!”

His hands slid up my thighs and under my dress, pushing the hem up around my hips. With his action, he left my bare ass on display for the world to see. Modesty flew out the window, though as cupping an ass cheek in each palm, he began squeezing and molding them like play-doh.

Voice rough and deep, he groaned, “Fuck, you make me hard.” A tremble of desire shook his frame, as placing his lips against mine; he began to nibble at the swell of my bottom lip. After a few seconds, he lifted his mouth away, trailing a line of kisses over my jaw and down my neck, murmuring, “Baby, I'm going to get that taste now.”

No matter our soaked condition, or the fact the parking lot was beginning to look like a small stream ran through it, he dropped to his knees.

Pushing my dress even higher, he settled it around my waist, as, bunching the material in one hand; he sucked and bit at the flesh of my stomach. From there, he began working his way down until he reached the moist cloth covering my slick folds.

Pushing aside the thin material of my thong, he began a maddening dance with his tongue, licking and sucking at my labia, before delving into its crease. Drawing the slickness of my arousal onto his tongue as he ground out, “God, how I've craved the taste of you.”

The swipe of his tongue on my sensitive bundle of nerves had me panting and squirming with need, and lowering my hands into his hair, I pressed his face harder into me as my orgasm slammed through me with such force, I was positive my toes dug through my shoes, and left grooves in the pavement beneath them.

As I tried muffling my cries of pleasure, Nathan gave a groan, before sliding his tongue deep inside me, he began stroking it in and out, making love to me with it as he drew every last spasm out of me, fingers biting into my hips as he held me in place against his face.

His abrupt stilling though brought me out of my pleasure-induced haze. Lifting his head from where he'd been driving me insane, he rested it against my abdomen. His breathing harsh and labored, as body quaking with unsatisfied desire, he hissed, “Fuck!” before, pushing himself away and gaining his feet, he muttered, “What the fuck am I doing?”

Then, exhaling another breath, he’d taken my arm, and led me back inside the club. Afterward, he'd turned and begun walking away, only to pause and turn back to face me.

Gazing at me for several seconds, he'd given a shake of his head, then, once again turned away.