Chapter 3 #3
I start to lose my inhibitions and dance freely.
I run both of my hands from my breasts down my sides to my behind and circle it slowly, while I watch him in the mirror.
Direct hit. Josh tenses his jaw and cracks his neck to the left—he’s aroused.
It seems I’m not the only one who is quickly losing my inhibitions.
The song finishes and Rihanna’s voice rings out with her song “Shine bright like a diamond”.
Oohh, I love this song. Suddenly, Joshua cuts through the circle, grabs my hand and pulls me into the back corner.
“We’re dancing,” he snaps, and he turns around while still pulling me by the hand and my body slams into his, oh shit.
“Shine bright like a diamond”
He turns me quickly so that his back is to the crowd. He’s a lot taller than me so I am totally shielded from everybody.
“Fine lights in the beautiful sea,
I choose to be happy.
You and I, you and I,
we’re like diamonds in the sky”.
He places his hands on my behind and pulls me close to him, his eyes not leaving mine.
I’m like putty in his dominant hands. I tentatively put my hands around his neck, unable to breath, unable to look away from his searing stare.
We move our hips slowly in sync to the rhythmic beat, and my heart is about to jump from my chest. He pulls his hands tighter into me, pulling me against his large erection.
His gaze drops down to my breasts that are pushed up against his chest and he looks back up into my eyes, giving me the best come-fuck-me look I have ever seen.
Instinctively my eyes close, as his breathing too has come to a halt.
Dear god. He smells divine.
So, shine bright tonight you and I,
we’re beautiful like diamonds in the sky.
I can’t help it, I gently stroke my fingers down the back of his neck and he gives me a slow seductive smile. He lip-syncs the next few lines of the song. He must like it too as he knows the words.
You’re a shooting star I see, a vision of ecstasy
When you hold me I’m alive.
We’re like diamonds in the sky
My heartbeat reaches a peak as our slow seductive rhythm follows the beat of the music, and his hands move lower and follow the curve of my bottom.
He clenches his jaw and pulls me up for a deeper connection to his engorged manhood.
I can feel his pulse through his pants. Second by second, I am losing all coherent thought.
He’s taking me over, the power he has over my body is now more evident than ever.
I bring my hand and place it tenderly on Joshua’s cheek.
He closes his eyes in reverence and brings his mouth down to my neck, instinctively rubbing his lips down its length.
Once again, I am blessed with him grabbing my behind, and this time he doesn’t hold back, and he grinds himself into me.
My core starts to throb as I feel a rush of moisture to my most sensitive area.
He feels so good. Slowly he raises his face and runs his teeth along my jaw, breathing heavily into my neck, and my mouth opens as my head throws back.
I think I’m going to come right here, right now, shit.
Our breathing is heavy, and we are completely lost in the moment.
A moment I’ve waited so long for, and he’s here, he’s here with me.
He feels it too. Very slowly I raise my face and look into Josh’s dilated eyes, willing him to kiss me, his eyes drop to my mouth, his chest rising as he struggles to control his breathing. Very slowly he bows his head.
Margaret Stanton is standing in the corner near the bar, her eyes fixed firmly on her son and her niece in the far corner of the dance floor.
She’s radiating with anger as if a red glow could be seen around her.
Her unmatched beauty and social standing can’t help her with this.
She’s warned him, time and again, she even warned him just this very morning to keep away from this girl.
She is way past angry, she is furious. She swirls her red around in her wineglass as she glares at the dance floor.
James Brennan, her husband’s best friend and business partner, is standing next to her.
He gestures to the dance floor with his hand as he takes a sip of his scotch, and he glares at her as he talks into his short tumbler.
“I told you to handle this.”
“Do you think I haven’t tried?” she snaps, her eyes shooting back to the dance floor as Joshua once again pulls Natasha against his hips.
“I’m warning you, Margaret, I won’t play your stupid little games.” He rolls his shoulders. “Put a stop to it or I will.”
She takes a sip of her red as hatred drips from her lips and she raises one eyebrow. “Don’t threaten me, James, I’m not the one who will lose everything.”
He plasters a fake smile as someone walks past them, nodding his head as a greeting. “Keep telling yourself that, Margaret,” he sneers. “You have more to lose than me, Joshua for one. Do you think he will respect you once he knows?” he whispers.
She narrows her eyes. “Keep your voice down!” she snaps. “He will never know; over my dead body will he ever find out.”
“The only way this will be revealed is if this pathetic little lust story on the dance floor continues. Stop it, now.” His voice drips with contempt, and she swallows the large lump in her throat and glances back to the dance floor to catch Joshua run his lips down Natasha’s throat.
“Good god,” she snaps. “This is worse than I imagined.” She rubs her forehead.
She gestures to Cameron who comes over with Scott immediately.
“Go out on that dance floor and ask Joshua what the hell he thinks he’s doing.
” Cameron looks around the dance floor to see Josh running his teeth along Natasha’s jaw, while grinding his hips into hers.
“Shit,” Cam mutters. Margaret goes to walk off, but James grabs her by the arm.
“I’m warning you, Margaret, take care of this or I will.”
She throws him a fake smile worthy of an Oscar nomination and lifts her chin.
“Don’t threaten me, James, you won’t like me when I’m angry. Stay away from my family, especially Joshua. This is your first and final warning.”
Our lips touch. Immediately the electricity between us jolts me and awakens my senses. Senses that have lain dormant for seven long years. I’m lost, I’ll do anything he wants.
“Josh, fucking cool it.” We are snapped back to reality by Cameron, Joshua’s little brother, on the dance floor.
Fuck, fuck, what are we doing. Shit. We immediately step back from each other.
Josh looks at Cam who gestures to the side of the dance floor where Scott the groom is glaring at both Joshua and me.
Immediately I want to die. We both quickly scan the room to see who has witnessed our loss of control.
I look at Joshua and the horrified look on his face mirrors mine.
I practically run to the ladies’ room, oh my god, who saw that? What the hell am I doing?
I make it to the ladies’ room but as soon as I get there I burst into tears, unable to control my stress at being so stupid.
My heart is still racing, and my body is aching from the loss of his.
I start to pace while shaking my hands. Shit, shit, shit, holy fuck, what was that?
I burst into a cubicle and sit on the toilet with my face in my hands.
I’m a disgrace. Perspiration seeps from my pores.
Oh my god. All alone in the cubicle I start to sob, so close but so far.
Joshua
I storm off the dance floor and barge into the first door I see to the right, the kitchen.
Luckily the kitchen staff have already gone for the night.
I need to get away from the other guests, I’m too worked up, too angry with myself.
“Fucking hell,” I yell as I punch the stainless-steel bench.
I start to pace, rubbing my hands through my hair.
Adrian and Ben gingerly walk in after me, “Joshua, calm down,” Adrian quietly comforts.
“Calm down?” I yell. “Calm down, it’s a bit fucking late for that. I shouldn’t have fucking come; I knew this would happen.” Adrian and Ben frown at each other.
“Why do you say that?”
“How bad was it?” I look to my two friends.
“What do you mean?” frowns Adrian.
“How bad did it look?”
Ben smiles and nods. “Pretty fucking bad.”
Adrian pipes up, “If it makes you feel any better, she lost control too.”
I look at my friend. “Where is she, I need to see her.”
Adrian widens his eyes. “I think you’ve done enough damage for one night.”
“Just go and fucking find her,” I yell. “If I want your opinion, I will fucking ask for it.”
The door bangs open and Scott storms in. “I fucking warned you,” he yells.
I hang my head. “I know,” I answer in a defeated voice.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he screams at me. “What if Dad saw that?”
“I know. Fuck,” I whisper and rub both hands through my hair. I link my fingers of both hands together on top of my head and blow out a breath. “I…I lost my head.”
“I know!” Scott yells. “Find it or leave. Seriously, my fucking wedding. Are you kidding? Do you have any idea of the carnage if someone had seen that?”
“I know, I’m sorry.”
Scott scowls and looks down at my obvious erection.
He shakes his head in disgust and storms out.
I blow out a breath with my hands linked on top of my head.
I looks to Ben and Adrian and shake my head.
They both stare at me, shocked to the core.
They have never seen me like this before.
I never touch anyone in public. I rearrange my groin.
Suddenly the kitchen door bursts open. Oh shit, it’s Brock.
He’s radiating atomic anger and he points at me and yells, “You fucking prick!” He grabs me by the suit lapels and slams me up against the fridge.
With his forearm across my throat, he pulls me out and slams me back into the fridge.
“What the fuck was that, Stanton?” he yells.
I don’t answer and I don’t fight back, although I’m bigger than Brock.
If I wanted to, I could end this now. Ben goes to move in, but I shake his head at him.
“Mind telling me why the fuck you’re dry fucking my sister on the dance floor?” I bite my bottom lip and glare at Brock, “Answer me, fucker!” he yells. “She’s not a slut, Stanton!”
I narrow my eyes. “I fucking know that,” I snap.
“No, you don’t, you just treated her like one.” I close my eyes and drop my head. Brock slams my head again. “I know the dirty sluts you’re used to, Stanton, and, believe me, she is so far out of your league it’s not even funny.”
I narrow my eyes and glare at Brock as my anger escalates. “Back the fuck off, Brock!” I yell. I twist my arms to get out of his hold and then push Brock who comes back with another push.
Ben steps in. “Stop it, you two, enough already.” Both of us stare at each other, breathing heavily, fists clenched at our sides.
Brock points his finger in my face. “The sooner you fuck off back to America the better. I’m warning you. If you go near her again, you’re a dead man.”
“Go fuck yourself!” I sneer. “I’ll do what I want.”
Brock storms out of the kitchen. All three of us stay silent, and I kick the bin in frustration. Adrian’s eyes are the size of saucers.
“So, I’m guessing he’s the restraining order,” Ben whispers.
I shake my head. “No, he’s just a parking cop.”
“If he’s a parking cop who in the hell is the restraining order?”
I turn to face my friends.
“My mother.”