Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
XANDER
S triding into the restaurant, I wave to the hostess as she points to our usual table. I’m meeting up with the guys for a late bite before we crash this little party. We try to meet up weekly to play basketball and at least grab drinks, but a lot has changed now that everyone is so loved up. Spotting the guys at our usual table in the back corner, I head over.
“What's up, motherfuckers,” I call, approaching the table.
Eli and Ty look up, both flipping me off as they laugh, and I slide into the seat beside Eli.
“Where the fuck is Drew? He said he’d be here.”
“He’s coming, just running late. Something came up at the firm,” Ty adds. “He said he may just meet us there, if we finish up early.”
“What? Is he working on a new case?” He’s been busting his ass for years trying to prove himself at his father’s law firm. The guy’s brilliant and his father’s a fucking dick. They nod as they take sips of their drinks. Before I can whine about them not ordering anything for me, my favorite server approaches with my bourbon on the rocks.
“Oh, Susie,” I call out as I clutch my chest. “You are a sight for sore eyes, especially with these two around. Thank you for taking such good care of me.” I give her gimme hands.
She giggles before dipping her head, placing my drink on the table, and scurrying away.
“You're such an asshole,” Eli says with a laugh. “That girl has the biggest crush on you. Don't fucking tease her.”
“I'm not fucking teasing, you little twat. So, she has a little crush.” I shrug. “Why not let her have a little fun? Give her something to diddle her little skittle to later tonight,” I say with a wink.
They both groan as I take a sip of my drink. My thoughts wander back to who has preoccupied them for months. Tonight’s going to be a good night, and it all starts with her.
Five days. That’s how long it’s been since I’d last seen London, and I’m eager to get back into battle mode. I’d meant it that day when I planned to offer a truce. I could have put the mild hostility aside for a weekend of fucking, but now that she's staying long term, I've had to reconsider everything.
Funny thing is, no matter how annoyingly cool she is toward me, I know I'm not done with her. She’s been on my mind for far too long. That’s an understatement. She’s been on the periphery of every thought I’ve had for months. A wisp of her yet to be identified perfume has stuck with me and tortured me every day. I had the briefest taste of her, and my lips want to beg for more, for all of it. I have no fucking idea of what that looks like, but I could probably come up with a few ideas. Either way, I’m jumping in with both feet tonight.
Slapping the bouncer on the back, I step into the club. Squinting, I take a second to allow my eyes to adjust to the darkness and all the fucking smoke billowing around. From the text Sasha sent, tonight is London’s ‘Back in the Saddle’ party, or some shit. The girls took her out to celebrate and of course the guys and I are crashing. There's no fucking way I’m letting her get back in any fucking saddle. If she wants a ride, my dick is completely willing and available. We’d love to slide between those thighs again.
Ty gestures to our left and I follow at a more leisurely pace. He and Eli want to get to their women, but I want to make London sweat in more ways than one. Red lights, smoke, and bodies writhing to the pounding bass welcome me as I scan the cavernous club, head bopping to the music.
What was once an abandoned warehouse, now sits this mammoth ultra-modern den of pure sex that reminds me of the devil’s lair. I happen to know one of the investors and that was the vibe they were going for. Mission fucking accomplished. Black polished floors, dark corners, a flickering light show, and aerial dancers hanging from the high ceilings, you can’t fucking beat the spectacle.
Climbing the few stairs into our private seating area, we’re right off the dance floor, a glass railing separating us from the crowd but still provides a great view of the grinding bodies. Surveying the area, the girls in question are laughing and dancing around a low black, stone-looking table that’s covered in liquor and champagne bottles. A smile pulls at my lips, watching London let loose like this. From the stories I heard, she’s more the straightlaced type. Smirking, I can’t help but think that I know her in a way no one else does. The hidden little slut who likes to be fucked on the counter in a restroom or will drop to her knees to prove a point.
London flops back onto the curved red couch, pulling Mia down with her as they giggle. Ty and Eli have their girls in their arms, so I slap Drew on the shoulder, nodding toward the drinks. The music is pounding, and my senses are practically overloaded as the beat drops, sirens go off, and smoke shoots out all around us.
Shooting a glance to London, she still hasn’t noticed me, or maybe she’s pretending. I can play that game too. Nodding again to Drew, he pours us shots of tequila. They go down easy, so why not take another.
Shaking out my arms, I turn to the crowd as zaps of electricity run along my skin, sending tingles through my body. I need to play tonight, get my hands dirty, so to speak.
Scanning the swaying crowd, there are a number of bachelorette parties, from the looks of the sashes and tiaras. Those ladies are always a good time. Drew sidles up to my side then and I raise an eyebrow, pointing out our prey. He gives me a look that I can’t decipher and shakes his head. Before I can question him, Mia joins us on my other side.
“Hey, guys!” she yells over the music.
Throwing an arm around her shoulders, I pull her closer. “Hey, you girls having fun?”
“Hell yeah. We went line dancing earlier at this little saloon. Sadly, I still haven’t found my Daddy Rip.” She pouts.
I laugh as she does a little two-step, kicking up her cowboy boots. That explains their attire tonight, her fucking Yellowstone fixation.
“I think you may have to give up on that dream. We don’t get many cowboys around here.”
We sway to the music for a few minutes before Sasha calls out, holding up shot glasses for us. Mia’s arms shoot up and she gives a little shout as she hurries over, and Drew and I follow at a slower clip.
Accepting my shot glass from Sasha, I kiss the top of her head before narrowed eyes capture my attention. I’ll admit it, London looks sexy as hell in her stupid cowboy boots and little fringe skirt that gives me glimpses of those smooth thighs every time she moves.
But I match her energy and shoot a mean mug right back before tipping my shot glass in her direction. Unimpressed, I watch, mesmerized as she rolls her lips, sucking her teeth a little. We ended things on a somewhat positive note, I’m not sure where this bout of hostility is coming from, but I have something to fix that right in my hand.
Ignoring us, the girls toast London, raising their glasses, laying it on thick with sweet and encouraging words, but she and I are locked in this stare down and I’d swear disdain wafts off her.
But something else swirls between us.
Heat and hunger.
Or maybe that’s just me, but everything is overshadowed by the impressions of fire and ice that prick my skin and this desire to do damage. I want to wring her out and make her kneel. I don't know what I did to her to piss her off and the glares she’s sending me, but I’m going to rectify that. Just watch me. I'll have her eating out of the palm of my hand.
“What are you doing here?” Everyone freezes when she finally breaks the silence. “You weren't invited,” she yells over the music.
“Babycakes, I'm always on the list.” I bounce a little on my toes. My blood pumping, ready for whatever this is.
Her eyes blaze as she picks up on my intent before she laughs. “No list of mine.”
Here we go with this again. “If you say so, but just know, you’re at the top of mine. Number fucking one, so, cheers to you.”
Holding up my glass, eyes ping pong between us before they finally follow suit and we clink glasses, tap the table, and take our shots.
Mia comes over then, bumping me with her hip. “Knock it off,” she yells in my ear.
Lucky for me, when London is in a room, she has my undivided attention so when she looks at Sasha and she gives a little shake of her head, a tendril of understanding starts to snake through me. Is she jealous? Of me and Mia? We were standing together, my arm around her. And I haven’t spoken to London the entire time I’ve been here. Shit. I’ve fucked up. Big time.
“I told you,” London calls out to Sasha and Gem, plopping on the couch. “Men are trash but congrats to you two. Apparently, you got the only two good ones.”
Sasha shoots me a look before shaking her head. “You sound like Mia.”
High fiving London, Mia laughs, nodding. “Men are only good for one thing, that’s why I’ll always take two.”
“Yeah, and most of them can't even get that right. In my sad experience at least,” London adds.
“Hello, a man is standing right here.” I wave my arms around.
“Okay. Maybe, the one thing they’re good for is stating the obvious,” London deadpans.
Yep, I’m not in the doghouse, I’m the chewed up dried out bone buried under that motherfucker. But I can fix this. Right?
My eyes follow London and Sasha as they head up the stairs to the VIP restrooms that overlook the club, and my foot taps an uneven rhythm as I watch them. Since I fucked it up trying to play it cool, London’s been avoiding me. I mean besides a few glances here or there when I inserted myself into whatever was going on.
Unable to take another second of her ignoring me, I stand and start up the stairs. Anger I can take. The way it burns in her eyes makes my dick hard. But this, her complete disregard and indifference, is another matter. The hall is narrow, the only light streaming in from the dance floor below. I linger in the shadows, waiting for her to step out of the restroom.
Sasha steps through the door first, London right behind her, and I regret my decision to be this stealthy the moment Sasha’s scream pierces the air when she spots me.
Sasha’s hand clutches her throat as she glares at me. “Fuck, Xander. You scared the shit out of me.”
My eyes remained locked on London as I say, “Sorry, Sash.”
London also remains silent as Sasha looks between the two of us and nods. “Well, I guess I'll see you both later.” Her voice trails off as she nods again. Stepping toward me, she slaps me on the chest and whispers, “ Good luck ,” so low only I can hear it.
My attention finally turns to her as I watch her walk down the hall before I step into London’s path. Turning back to her as she raises her chin defiantly, she smirks and it's that look that makes me take a step toward her.
We stare at each other for long quiet moments. I don’t know what I was hoping for, maybe just to look her in the eyes without the distractions around us. The music is a little softer up here, the strobes of light flicker across her face highlighting those beautiful eyes and I take another step forward. I expect her to stand her ground, but then she takes a step back, and I follow, like a predator. Stalking her deeper into the shadows. Her breaths quicken as she watches me with an intensity that matches my own.
I don't know what she sees in my eyes, but she swallows thickly as her hand comes up to rest against the pulse in her neck. We finally make it to the end of the hall and there is a small alcove that overlooks the dance floor below and it looks like it's a storage area for products for the restrooms. She finally turns away to look over the crowd below.
Turning to me, she says, “You’re sulking.” I hear over the bass of the music below. “You have been all night.”
“Have I?” She’s not wrong.
“Yeah. Don’t tell me I hurt your feelings?”
“Never. I’d have to have feelings for you to hurt. But I could say the same about you,” I murmur, knowing she’ll never admit it, not even sure if I’m right.
She doesn’t respond as I step closer, stopping beside her at the railing. She has to know I’m only here for her, right? No more words are spoken as her sweet scent envelops me and my dick that’s been half hard all night swells.
Watching her from the corner of my eye, her beautiful features are hard to make out up here as the darkness surrounds us, the smoke rising, creeping closer, until it feels like we’re all alone amongst our own storm clouds.
“Seriously, your silence is unnerving. Why are you up here?”
“Why do you think? I’m the big bad wolf and I need…” My voice trails off as I move behind her. No matter what I came up here for, right now, I just need my body pressed against hers, to feel the heat of her skin against me.
“What are you doing?” she whispers as my nose goes into her hair, the scent of warm vanilla and soft florals filling my lungs on a long inhale. God, I’ve needed this, and I feel like I can finally breathe deeply again.
“I’m doing exactly what you want. Your lips may lie, but your body doesn’t,” I murmur as my hands explore all her softness.
“You’re delusional,” she rasps, but I ignore her and trail my hands over the swell of her hips and creep under the hem of her skirt.
“You give my dick such attitude that's why he’s always stuck up.” I laugh softly in her ear. “Get it?”
“Oh my god,” she groans, as her head lulls against my shoulder.
“Where’s all that fire now? Those angry eyes said so much downstairs,” I ask, teasing along the smooth skin of her quivering thighs. “This mouth of yours? My dick fucking loves it, keeps me up and ready to go. You feel what you do to me?” I grind against her ass.
She snorts, shaking her head, and pushing back on said dick.
“God, I’ve wanted you like this all night,” I groan in her ear.
She doesn’t say anything, just presses her ass back against my dick, and I suck in a breath. Fuck .
The song changes and a sultry, bass heavy beat blasts through the club.
“Everyone down there can see us and you’re up here begging for my cock,” I growl, rolling my hips to the sensual beat of the music.
She fucking trembles in my arms.
“Ooh, my kinky girl, you like to be watched. You want them to see you come on my fingers. To hear your slutty moans and whimpers.”
Her breath hitches as my hand glides closer to her needy pussy.
“Yes, such a slutty girl. Open up for me,” I murmur in her ear, and she obliges, her legs spreading, giving me access to what I crave. My fingers skim the lace of her panties before circling slowly, finding her wet, her little clit already swollen.
“That’s it, babycakes. Just like that,” I whisper, slipping my fingers underneath the material and dragging them through her pussy, loving the smooth, slick feel of her.
She groans, pleading, fighting against what she wants. “Stop calling me that.”
Nuzzling her ear, I drop soft kisses along the sweet skin of her neck. “Why?” I breathe against her skin as I thrust two long fingers inside her. “You don't wanna be my baby? You don't want me to eat your fucking cakes?”
“ Fuck ,” she cries. She grinds against my dick again before she starts to ride my hand. Slipping a third finger inside her, I stroke long and deep, our panting breaths in rhythm with our bodies as we move together. My other hand leaves her hip, where I had it in a bruising death grip, and slowly moves up her body. Over her quivering stomach, I continue to her heaving tits, circling her nipples through her thin shirt with my thumb.
“Yes, look at you… working yourself on my fingers. Fucking wishing it was my cock.” She shudders again when I stroke her clit, brushing my thumb over it again and again, and my cock throbs, wanting to join this exclusive party.
“Never,” she pants as she continues to fuck herself.
Her answering whimper as I halt my movements, makes me grit my teeth. I’ve got her fucking attention now. “Maybe I’ll give it to you, if you show me how much you want it.”
“No,” she groans.
“Baby, I don’t want to leave you like this. Needy and wet. This little clit, hard and swollen. I can take care of you. You know I can. You don’t even have to beg, just tell me how much you want it. How much you need it,” I growl into her neck.
She grips my wrist and just as I think she’s going to pull me away, her hand slides down, covering mine as she tries to work my fingers in and out.
“That’s it, babycakes. Now just tell me you want it,” I whisper, before peppering her heated skin with light kisses.
She hesitates for just a second, so I give her clit an infinitesimal flick, and she curses. “ Fuck . Fine, I want it. Make me come and we’ll never discuss this again.”
I laugh low in her ear. “There’s my good fucking girl. I’ll take care of you. Don’t you worry.”
“Thank god,” she whispers up to the ceiling as she presses that ass against my cock.
“You’re fucking welcome.” Doubling my efforts, I plunge deeper before sliding my fingers out and thrusting in again. We’re long past sweet and gentle. Her body is telling me everything I need to know, and she needs it hard and fast. I enter her roughly, again and again, finding her clit, stroking it in tandem as her cries increase.
“ God ,” she pleads.
“Yes, I’m right here, baby.”
Bringing my free hand up, I grip her neck offering her a squeeze, as I whisper, “Come for me. Let everyone hear what a good little whore you are.”
My words have the desired effect, her body quaking until she lets go, her cries joining with the music surrounding us.
I continue to stroke her through her orgasm, wringing out every ounce of pleasure I can until she sucks in a heaving breath, sagging against me. Pulling our hands from her silky heat, I move beside her, my ass against the railing, and suck my fingers into my mouth. Closing my eyes with a groan, I savor her taste as I lick each one clean.
“Mmm, even sweeter than I remember. I can’t wait to spread you out next time and bury my face in you.”
She’s too blissed out to decimate me with that tongue, so I press my luck. Dropping slowly to my knees, my hands wander up smooth legs and I take my time finding the smooth scrap of lace before sliding them down her shapely legs. Surprisingly, she steps out of them for me.
Bringing the soaking wet black lace to my nose, I inhale deeply, moaning a bit as I hold her gaze, her eyes wide.
“These are coming home with me, babycakes.” Readjusting her skirt, I drop a kiss to her pussy whispering, “ Next time, ” and stand to my full height before leaning in to whisper in her ear.
“Would you look at that? Your man is good for a lot of things. Just let me know when you’re ready for me to show you.” Giving her neck a bite, I step away before I bend her over and relieve my throbbing dick.
My words seem to have broken the spell, and she calls out to my retreating back, “Never.”
Twirling her panties around my finger, I throw over my shoulder. “I’m two for two. Your move.”
Whistling, I saunter into the darkness.
I knew tonight would be a good night.