Chapter 48 Space
CHAPTER 48: SPACE
JACE
T he Local is packed when we walk in. Tanner and I push our way through a crowd of people and that’s when I see Lacey sitting at a table with Poppy and Logan. She stands and waves in our direction.
Lacey’s hair is in loose curls that fall around her face, and she’s wearing a short, black dress. The fabric is ribbed, and the bottom hits her right at her upper thigh. It hugs every one of her curves, and it takes all of my willpower to not let my mind slip to thinking about everything I want to do to her in that dress. The locket is still around her neck and is layered with a few other chains. She’s wearing white sneakers.
She looks effortlessly beautiful and so fucking sexy. I approach the table and she immediately throws her arms around me, wrapping me in a hug.
“Hey, J,” she says into my ear.
“Hey, pixie. You look gorgeous.” I kiss her cheek, and she pulls away.
Her cheeks turn a soft shade of pink, and our eyes meet. The air feels tight with tension. I don’t know where tonight will lead, but I know I’ll follow her wherever she goes.
“So, whatcha drinking? A gin and tonic?” I ask.
“We hadn’t ordered yet,” Logan cuts in. “We were waiting for everyone to get here.”
“Actually, I’m kinda feeling a ranch water with tajin on the rim.” Lacey slides back into the booth. “Wren and Gray should be here soon, so you can probably grab them the same thing.”
“Tequila?” Poppy glances in Lacey’s direction with a quirked eyebrow.
“You got it,” I say. Logan, Tanner, and I make our way to the bar and order the drinks.
When we return, all four girls are sitting around the table and I slide in across from Lacey. Her foot brushes up against mine, and I swallow hard. Sitting this close to her tonight is going to be torture. I hand her the glass bottle and she takes a long sip. Her tongue jets out of her mouth and licks the tajin off the neck of the bottle in a long, languid stroke and my mind immediately imagines her on her knees in front of me. I take a long sip of my beer, clenching my teeth.
She does it again, but this time her eyes meet mine. Fuck, is she torturing me on purpose? I sit up a little straighter and adjust in the booth. I swear she lets out a little snicker before taking another long sip of her drink.
“Who’s Tanner talking to?” Poppy asks, looking over towards the bar. Tanner is standing there sipping his beer and talking to an older man I’ve never seen before. He shakes the man’s hand and then begins to walk back towards our table.
“Geez, didn’t your parents teach y’all not to stare,” he says.
“What was that about, T?” Logan asks.
“Anyone up for a friendly game of ping pong?” He avoids the question and nods toward the tables in the corner of the bar.
“I’m good,” Gray says. “Wren you should play.”
Wren chokes on her drink and glares at her friend.
“Lace, you want to play against them?” I ask.
“Sure, why not? Wren, if I’m playing, you have to too.”
Wren rolls her eyes. Tanner goes to the bar to collect the paddles and the rest of us head towards the tables.
“What are we playing for?” Tanner asks, handing out the equipment.
“Losing team has to share a dance,” Wren says, looking straight at Lacey. “And the winning team gets to pick the song.”
“You sure Wren? Because when Jace and I kick your ass, you’re going to be stuck dancing with Tanner to “Pony” by Ginuwine,” Lacey laughs.
“Trust me if I thought that was even a remote possibility, I wouldn’t have made the bet.”
“I kinda want to throw the game now,” Tanner says, smirking at Wren.
“Don’t,” she warns.
We take our places and the game begins. The little ball bounces back and forth over the net and Wren was absolutely right. Lacey can’t hit the ball if her life depended on it. I’m just as bad. I keep getting very distracted because everytime she tries to hit the ball her dress rises up in the back, giving me a perfect view of the underside of her ass.
“Shit, y’all are terrible at this,” Tanner shouts across the table.
“See, I told you I didn’t have to worry about a dance,” Wren laughs.
“Would y’all stop?” Lacey shouts. “I’m trying my best.”
I lay down my paddle and move behind Lacey. “Let me help you,” I say, wrapping my arms around her and placing my hands over hers. I pull her into me and my dick strains against my shorts.
“Couldn’t wait any longer to touch me, J?” she asks, causing me to inhale sharply. Her tropical scent invades my nostrils. Fuck, she smells good. I push my hips slightly forward against her ass and pull her in tighter. She lets out a little whimper, and I immediately want to pull her into some dark corner of the bar, but I don’t.
“Cat got your tongue?” she teases and I could swear I feel her press her ass back into me.
Before I can respond, Tanner hits the ball straight at us and our paddle makes contact with the ball sending it back over the net. This time it’s Tanner who misses and we score our first point.
“If you weren’t losing so badly, I’d say you were cheating,” he says, laughing.
The game continues and I stay wrapped around her. I let my breath tickle her neck and smile to myself when I feel goosebumps erupt down her arms. Tanner hits the ball hard in our direction and we miss it completely.
“That’s our point, we win,” he shouts, turning to high five Wren. They make their way over to the DJ.
She pushes her ass into my crotch again before pulling away entirely. Fuck me.
“Lacey,” I warn.
“What? I was warming up for the dance floor. What song do you think they’re gonna pick?” she asks, looking over towards the man running the music. “Hope it’s something hot .”
The music shifts and “Love In This Club” by Usher begins to play over the speakers. Tanner shoots me a wink.
“They have to be joking.”
“Dance with me, pixie?”
She takes my hand and I lead her out to the small dance floor. I spin her around so her back is flush against my chest. We begin to move to the beat of the music. She grinds her ass backwards and it almost ends me right here. Loud cheers come from our table and Lacey flips our friends off, causing me to laugh against her neck.
“Have I told you you look beautiful tonight?” I say, bringing my mouth to her ear, so only she can hear me.
“You may have mentioned it,” she flirts, the back of her head rests on my shoulder.
I flip her around and pull her into me. My leg is between hers. Her body writhes against it and our eyes find each other. The rest of the bar disappears.
My fingers trail down her spine. She pushes her hips forward and lets out a moan. Her head falls back, exposing her neck. I press a kiss to her pulse point. She pushes her hips forward again and my cock hardens below my shorts.
Her eyes meet mine and her mouth slightly parts. Bending down, I take her mouth with mine in a filthy kiss. Her body continues to grind against me and my hands pull her in close. My mouth moves to her neck and then up to her ear.
“Do you feel that, pixie? Do you feel how hard you make me?”
Her eyes find mine, and then she turns and runs off the dance floor. Fuck.
I glance over to our table. Logan shrugs and Tanner shoots me a thumbs up.
“Lacey,” I yell, following her. “Wait, come back.”
She doesn’t answer me and instead keeps moving through the crowd of people toward the back of the bar. I catch up to her in three long strides just in time for the bathroom door to slam in my face and her to disappear behind it.
I bang on the door, desperate to know what she’s thinking. Worried I said too much.
“Lacey, open the door. Please don’t run from me. Talk to me. I’m sorry if I?—”
The door swings open. “What are we doing?” she asks, breathless. Her face is flushed and she runs her hand through her hair. “You can’t talk to me like that. You can’t kiss me like that. Not here. You can’t make me want you this badly.”
“You want me?” I smirk.
“Yes, you idiot.” She lets out a long breath. “Fuck, you saying those things… I had to walk away from you before… I don’t know. I just knew I needed space. We’re in a bar for Christ’s?—”
“ You needed space?” My breaths are ragged. “You want to talk about needing space? Do you know how hard it’s been having to be around you tonight after that kiss we shared? After that phone call? How torturous it was for me to watch you lick the neck of that bottle and not think about your tongue on my cock? How difficult it’s been to have you teasing me all night in that fucking dress?—”
“Why do you think I wore the dress, J?” Her lips turn up into a sexy grin.
“Lacey.” My tone is laced with warning because all she has to do is say the word and I’m hers.
Her green eyes lock on mine and they’re filled with desire. Her chest rises and falls. I want to push my way into this bathroom and show her exactly what that dress makes me want to do to her, but I don’t move. Instead, I stand there staring at her, my breaths heavy, hoping she’ll invite me in.
She steps forward and fists my shirt, pulling me over the threshold of the door and into the small bathroom. I slam the door shut and flip the lock. My lips find hers and my hands knot in the back of her hair, tipping her head ever so slightly. Her lips part and she lets me in. Our bodies crash up against the wall. Her hands run up my back and her nails dig into my shoulders. She lets out a loud moan and I push my hips into her letting her feel my length. Her hands find the button of my shorts and I pull away, grazing her lower lip with my teeth.
“The first time I fuck you will not be in this bar.” I grab her wrists stopping her from unbuttoning my pants and place her hands above her head. “Don’t move. Let me.”
She nods. Her pupils are blown, her hair is a mess, and her lips are swollen. I lay kisses down her neck, stopping to suck slightly on her ear lobe. I can feel her writhe underneath me.
“Can I touch you?” I ask. My hands trailing down the sides of her dress and cupping her ass. She nods.
“I’m going to need you to use your words.”
“Yes, please.”
“Good girl.” Her breath hitches and I slightly lift her dress. Moving her lace thong to the side, I slide a finger up her center and she lets out another moan.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me. Should I clean you up?”
She nods frantically.
“Words, pixie.”
“Yes,” she breathes out, and I drop to my knees in front of her.
I move her thong down her legs and help her step out of it before shoving it into the pocket of my shorts. I lift one of her legs and place it over my shoulder. Her hips jolt forward, begging me to taste her as I lay kisses down her thigh.
“Greedy, are we?” I tease.
“Jace, for the love of God. Fucking eat me out before someone knocks on this door and interrupts us.”
Her hips thrust forward again, and I laugh against her. “I like it when you’re greedy.” She moans, and her eyes find mine. In one motion, I lick her from ass to clit. I let out a low groan. “Fuck, you taste good.”
My tongue works her center over and over, pausing only to pay special attention to the bundle of nerves at the top. Her hands find my hair, and she rocks into my face, taking what she needs from me.
With one hand, I grip her ass, and with the other, I push one finger and then two deep inside her, causing her to clinch around me. Her leg tightens around my back, pulling me closer.
“Fuck,” she says.
Her hips grind against my face, and I continue to devour her, pumping my fingers in and out, making sure to hit her most sensitive spot.
“Come for me,” I command. I suck hard on her clit, and she completely unravels around me. Her body shudders as she rides out the waves of her orgasm. I lap up every bit of what she gives me, and when I’m sure she’s finished, I stand to meet her.
“Jace… I… that… you were…”
“Words, Lacey.” I smirk. Leaning in, I kiss her hard. Her tongue swirls around mine, and I know she’s tasting herself. My dick strains against my shorts at the thought. I need to get us out of here. I need to get her home.
A loud knock comes from outside the door, breaking our moment.
“Shit,” she says, flipping toward the mirror. She frantically tries to fix her dress and runs her fingers through her hair. “Give me my thong.”
“You can get it back later,” I tease. “I’m not done with you yet.”
I pull her in for another kiss. A second knock echoes through the room, and she pushes me away.
“How the hell are we going to get out of here?”
I splash some water on my face, cleaning off my beard. “You have your phone?” I ask, drying my face with a paper towel.
“Yeah, but how is that going to help us?”
“Call Poppy and tell her you need her to come make sure the coast is clear.”
“You want me to call my best friend and tell her what we did in here?”
I laugh. “They all saw us come back this way. I imagine they already have some kind of idea. Unless you’d rather I call Tanner.”
Her cheeks blush, and she pulls out her phone. Her fingers type away, and three minutes later, Poppy’s voice comes through the door, letting us know it’s safe to come out.
“Not a fucking word,” she says, walking past Poppy, who smirks at the both of us.
“I think we’re gonna head out,” I say, following Lacey towards the door.
“I bet you are,” Poppy calls behind us.
As we leave the bar, I turn to see Tanner doing some dramatic series of hand motions and hip thrusts in our direction. Fucking idiot.