Fraternizing with Friends #3
They swallowed the bitter liquid and slammed their glasses on the bar. Gemma grabbed her wrist and dragged her back to the dance floor. They each put a hand on one ear and jerked their elbows to the beat.
“Is that supposed to be the sprinkler?” Matt asked.
Tyler nodded. “The cutest sprinkler I’ve ever seen.”
The shuffle. Attempting the running man in skirts and cowboy boots. Taking selfies, documenting every stage of drunkenness.
“I think I love you!” Gemma shouted to Matt.
More alcohol. More dancing. More inappropriate jokes. The world started spinning. Stumbling became a new dance move.
“Who ate my chicken wings?”
Tyler smiled as his arm slipped around her waist. “You did!”
And then there was kissing…so much kissing.
“I can’t feel my face,” Matt yelled.
Several steps of uncoordinated line dancing followed by more kissing. Dizzy hopping. Flirtatious smiles. More kissing.
Gemma and Jordan doing the can-can. Legs accidentally kicking some poor guy on the dance floor. “Sorry!”
Tyler slowly catching up to the rest of them. “The world can run on joy.”
Jordan giggling uncontrollably. Matt rubbing his nose against Gemma’s. Neil shrugging. “What happened to my shirt?”
Tyler pulling her into his arms, his hand closing over her ass and then more kissing.
“I just need to get something,” Gemma said, scratching through the purse hanging on Jordan’s shoulder.
Legs incredibly unsteady. Everything spinning faster around her. Face so hot. Body feeling rather numb. “We’re all gonna be fucked tomorrow.”
About half an hour after that, the DJ started playing crappy love songs as an attempt to get rid of the crowd.
Shirtless Neil was chatting up a guy and didn’t seem to notice, but Jordan and Tyler took the hint and staggered out of the bar.
It was three o’ clock in the morning and the cool air sobered her up a fraction.
“That was amazing,” she said.
He nodded in agreement. “Yeah.”
She smiled and looked around the parking lot, her eyebrows creasing when she noted the empty spot a few feet away.
“Where the fuck is my car?” She spun around, almost stumbling over as her eyes searched everywhere.
“I parked it right there.” She dizzily reached into her purse and took out her cell phone.
“I’m gonna call it…and when…and when it rings, I’ll know where it is. ”
Tyler chuckled and shook his head. “The fact that you wanna call your car means you shouldn’t be driving.”
She unlocked her phone and encountered a text.
Gemma: Matt came with Tyler’s driver and didn’t have a ride home.
Gemma: Borrowed your car XOXO
Jordan’s response was a mixture of auto correct and just plain drunkenness.
Jordan: U ducking slut!
Jordan: U tole my card. Howm I support to get home????!
She didn’t get a reply and that probably meant Gem was knocking cowboy boots with Matt.
“Well, that’s just great,” she muttered irritably. “Gemma took my car. When did they leave?”
“Right after she went scratching through your purse. I’ll take you home. We have to wait for my driver, though.” He made the call and then turned his attention back to her. “He’s on his way.”
“Ah, the perks of being rich.” The slow tunes from inside filled the night air. Jordan walked up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Let’s dance.”
There was a slight rumble of thunder in the distance and a few seconds later, a light drizzle began.
“Oh, my God,” she giggled. “Rain…in Seattle. What a surprise.”
He smiled but didn’t stop dancing.
“You make a really good cowboy.” She took the Stetson off her head and placed it on his. “We should do this again some time. I haven’t had this much fun in ages.”
“I doubt that. You’re a walking ball of fun. It seems to just follow you around.”
“Did you have fun?”
He tightened his arms around her. “Was it not apparent?”
He kissed her and even though they’d been doing it all night, she still felt a flutter of butterflies in her stomach.
She pulled back and looked up at him, that mushy feeling building inside her.
His soft brown eyes, his sexy bottom lip, his cute little smile.
He was mesmerizing. “I really like you, Tyler Evans.”
His smile widened and he brushed a few rain drops off her cheek. “I’m quite fond of you too, Jordan.”
A laugh hiccupped out of her. “Fond? Isn’t that a funny word? Fond. I’m quite fond of you too, Jordan.”
“Are you mocking me?”
“No. Why would I do that?”
“I’m sure I heard a distinct mocking tone.”
She smiled. “I’m sure you are mistaken.”
The familiarity of those words took her mind back through time.
From their first dinner to this moment so much had changed.
The exact event he had adamantly stated was not a date was the very event that led to them…
dating. They were sort of together now. Well, not sort of.
She was excited to take the next step, excited to see what lay on the other side of the boss-accountant relationship.
A car pulled up beside them and Tyler stepped back to open the door for her. The drive back home was fairly quiet and his demeanor became a little more awkward as he walked her to the door.
“Goodnight, Jordan.” He seemed hesitant as his head dipped to place a chaste kiss on her lips.
At least it was supposed to be a chaste kiss, but as soon as her lips parted, he groaned and pushed her up against the door.
The smell of alcohol on his breath was intoxicating.
She lifted one leg around his waist and his hand slid up her thigh, his breathing becoming a little heavier.
“Do you want to come inside?” she whispered. “Pick up where we left off?
“I do.” He dropped his forehead against hers. “But I’m not going to.”
She rubbed herself against him. “You sure?”
He gripped her hips and stilled the movement. “You’re so drunk, Jordan…and I don’t—”
“I wanted you before I was drunk.”
“Not like this.” His fingers pressed harder into her hips. Restraint seemed to be a little painful for him. “I promise, when the time is right, I’m gonna make sweet, sweet love to you. But that’s gonna happen when both of us are sober.”
She bit her lip, trying to hold back a smile.
She knew him well enough to know that was a lie.
It was just a gut feeling, but she doubted Tyler’s lovemaking would be…
sweet. Tonight, however, she wasn’t going to find out.
She dropped her leg and pouted her lips with disappointment.
“You know, you don’t always have to be the good guy. ”
She gave him a quick kiss before she opened the door and went inside.
Walking straight to the kitchen, she switched on the kettle.
She needed a strong cup of coffee, a hot shower and then she was going to pass out and sleep until noon.
She waited for the water to boil, made her coffee and sat down at the small wooden table to enjoy it.
What a night. Her ears were still zinging from the loud music.
Her head had stopped spinning but she was still very inebriated.
Fifteen minutes later, she heard a knock at the door.
When she opened it, she found him leaning with his forearm against the doorframe.
He seemed pensive, like he’d been thinking long and hard about whether he was actually going to knock.
The look in his eyes alone had heat pulsing through her.
It was the look of man who only had one thing on his mind.
“Mister Evans, you’re looking at me like you want something.”
He smirked. “You know I do.”
He grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her towards him, his mouth claiming hers, fervent and impatient.
It all happened so fast. The door was kicked shut.
Her legs were lifted up around his waist and the next thing she knew she was slammed up against the wall.
She winced, relishing in the pain, the pleasure.
It was all the same to her. He kept her pinned in place with his hips and his hands began exploring.
One moving up and under her skirt, the other unbuttoning her shirt before sliding beneath her bra.
Alcohol and desire were a very dangerous combination. She was hot and dizzy and desperate for more.
He carried her to her bedroom and in that short distance, his belt was undone, his jeans were unzipped and his shirt was unbuttoned.
Her hands were fast and eager. He stopped at her bedroom door and unwound her long legs from his waist. She took a step back and his hands went a little above his head to clasp the top of the doorframe.
“Off,” he ordered, his eyes hinting to her clothes. “All of it off.”
She wanted to give him what he asked for. She really did, but with him standing there like that… His black shirt hanging loosely over his chest. Her eyes moved down his long, muscled torso to the bulge in his jeans. Yeah, she had other plans.
She closed the gap between them, her mouth closing over the lickable spot on his neck.
She kept going lower down his chest, her teeth grazing his nipple, then down his taut stomach until she found herself on her knees in front of him.
She tugged down his jeans and boxers just a little and looked up at him.
Breath heavy, eyes hungry, he was gripping onto that doorframe.
She smiled and licked her lips, allowing his anxiousness to build.
She ran her tongue over his tip, keeping her eyes locked on his.
His jaw was tight, his face heated with anticipation.
“Don’t toy with me, Jordan.”
He was a man on the edge and she wanted to push him over. Her mouth wrapped around his cock, sucking hard. His whole body stiffened, every muscle flexing on his abs. After that, she let the deep groans guide her pace and pressure. It barely lasted two minutes before he hoisted her back up.
“I said,” he whispered breathlessly, “I want all of it off.”