18. Lucas
Chapter eighteen
Lucas
T he girls leave their drinks at the high top table with us and go out to the dance floor, where drinks of any kind are not allowed. Libby left the table with a toss of her hair and not a backward glance at Blaine.
Keith and Tyler disappeared, probably to the bar or to talk with some other friends that are here tonight. I knew none of the guys would have any desire to actually dance, but at least it’s an excuse for a fun night out.
“At least there are a lot of attractive girls here,” Ryder remarks to no one in particular. Turning to Blaine, he says, “If you and Libby called it quits, we have plenty of options.”
Blaine clenches his drink tightly. “Who said anything about calling it quits?”
“Sorry, B-Man.” Ryder clinks his beer bottle to Blaine’s, “I just assumed because she seemed pissed.”
Unballing his fist, Blaine sighs. “I don’t know what her problem is.” He takes a swig of his drink.
Needing to find a way to avoid being part of this conversation, I push away from the table. “I’m going to go find my girlfriend.” I turn to go to the dance floor.
Easily spotting Laur, I watch her try to keep up with learning the line dance. A grin tugs against my lips, quickly followed by laughter. Laur struggles to keep up, frustration all over her face.
Keith pats my shoulder. “She’s pretty terrible.”
“Don’t tell her that,” I chuckle .
“I wouldn’t dare,” Keith replies, putting his hand to his heart in a theatrical manner.
Now is the perfect time to ask Keith what he thinks about Blaine. I need to make sure that I’m not the only one seeing it.
“This has to stay between us.” I lower my voice, my smile forming into a serious line. “But can I ask you something?”
Keith’s brows pinch. “Of course, man.”
“Mitchell,” I start slowly. “He seems like he’s had a positive attitude change. Do you see it too?”
He nods. “He doesn’t suck to be around anymore.”
“Yeah, he seems to be turning over a new leaf.” I pause. “But do you think it’ll stick?”
I take a swig of my beer, nervous for his response.
Keith runs his hands over his face. “I don’t know, man. Only time will tell.”
Silence falls between us, the only sound is country music.
“Should we join them?” Keith suggests, pointing to the dance floor.
“Yeah, I’m game. I’m done with my beer.” I toss my empty bottle in a trash can, following Keith to our group on the dance floor.
Unfortunately for Keith, the lesson portion is near over. If Laur has two left feet, Keith might somehow be worse. He’s smooth on the ice, but the guy can’t keep a beat to save his life.
Libby nudges Laur, gawking and pointing at me dancing. Even though it’s been years, I already know this line dance well.
After the song plays twice through, the instructor announces that lessons are over. A slow song comes on, and regulars move to find partners to two-step.
Before Laur can walk off the floor, I take her hand to dance with me. Spinning Laur perfectly in a circle, I pull her close and begin to two-step.
Laur’s eyes widen. “Where did you learn to do this?” She keeps up easily as I guide her along the dance floor .
“My mom forced me to take some random dance lessons when I was younger.” The lie rolls off my tongue before I can process what I just said. Why did not tell her that my ex-girlfriend made me take lessons with her?
“This is the first time I’ve line danced,” Laur says sheepishly.
I try to hold in my chuckle, but it easily escapes. “I didn’t notice.”
Laur rolls her eyes at me. “But you, you dance so well,” Laur declares, wonder in her eyes. “Hockey player turned cowboy. Could you get any sexier?”
“Probably.” I waggle my eyebrows at her suggestively. “I could take my clothes off.”
“My eyes only.” The same eyes narrow with possessive eagerness.
“That can be arranged,” I taunt playfully, my voice low. “There are only single person bathrooms here.”
Laur teases, playfully hitting my chest, “Maybe someday, cowboy.”
“Someday?” Lust creeps through my body as my voice grows deeper with desire, dreaming about the possibility. “Why not tonight?”
“Lucas Donato.” Her mouth hangs agape. “Who even are you? We are rule followers!”
“Maybe it’s time we let loose.” I grab her hand and pull her body to mine. I’m already growing hard against her thinking about having her right here in this bar.
Laur lets out a deep sigh. “Okay,” she whispers.
“Seriously?” I ask, more surprise in my voice than intended. “I mean, are you sure?
She nods her head. “As long as we can be discreet. No one can know.”
“Deal.” I nod in agreement, desire dancing in my eyes as they meet hers.
“Five minutes,” Laur says. “Meet me in the farthest bathroom in five minutes.”
She turns to go before whispering and holding up three fingers. “Knock three times.”
Knock. Knock. Knock.
I hear the sound of feet nervously shuffling on the other side of the door.
“Laur,” I lean as close to the door as possible in hopes she can hear me. “I knocked three times like you told me to. Open up.”
The door opens just a sliver before Laur’s hand darts out. She grabs my shirt and frantically pulls me into the bathroom.
“Did anyone see you?” she whispers.
“The coast was all clear.” I close the distance between us and pull her body to mine.
She releases a weary breath, putting her head on my chest. She’s obviously nervous so I start slow and steady. Lifting her chin, I plant a soft kiss on her delicate lips. The second my lips leave hers, she yanks me back to her, kissing me like she’s never kissed me before.
Her kiss is electric with this newfound hunger that instantly has my cock pulsing. Her tongue slips past my lips, eagerly searching for mine.
Breaking our kiss, I trail kisses along her jaw and neck, nipping and biting as I go.
“I want you,” she whimpers, pulling at the button on my jeans. In one swift fluid motion, I shift Laur so her back is to my front.
“Good,” I breathe into her ear, softly sucking it. Her breath grows rapid as I slowly trace my fingertips along the v-neck of her shirt, grazing her breasts.
My other hand finds the top of her jeans, skimming along the fabric’s edge teasingly.
“Please,” she lets out a quiet whine.
“Please what,” I murmur. “Tell me what you want. ”
Without uttering a word, she unbuttons her jeans.
“Use your words, Lauren. Tell me.”
“Put your hand in my god damn pants,” she begs, “then bend me over and fuck me.”
“Yes, ma’am.” My hands are at the front of her jeans, helping her to ease them down her legs.
The second I touch her pussy, a moan ravishes from her throat, sending me over the edge. I claim her mouth with fire, my tongue tangling with hers in a reckless dance.
I slip two fingers inside of her, already wet with need for me. My fingers move slowly in and out of her pussy while my other hand cups her breast.
“More,” she groans into my mouth. Her teeth sink into my lower lip making me lose it.
My finger come away wet with her need. Unbuttoning my pants, I lower them past my hips, one hand wrapped around my cock.
“Put your hands on the sink and bend over.” I stroke myself, not taking my eyes off of her as she arches over for me. The sight of my girlfriend leaned over the bathroom sink, legs spread and waiting for me unleashes the heat I’ve been holding back. My self-control out the fucking window.
I line my cock up with her entrance, placing one hand on her ass. The head of my dick barely touches her but I can feel how ready she is for me.
“Holy shit,” my voice is a low growl. “You are so damn wet.”
“I know. Now see how dripping wet you can make me,” she gasps as I thrust into her in one quick movement,
Her words ignite something deep inside me. Or maybe it’s the feel of her slick walls around my cock. I drive my hips to meet hers over and over.
“Lucas.” My name sounds like a wicked sin coming out of her mouth.
Her hips start to move in rhythm with mine. A guttural groan rises from my chest as I press deeper into her pussy .
“I’m so close,” she cries out softly. My hand flies to her mouth to make sure she stays quiet. We are in public after all.
Her heat grips me, pulsing around me as she finds her release. She trembles with pleasure, making me instantly find my euphoria buried inside her.
“That was the exact thrill and stress relief I needed,” Laur pants, kissing my cheek and motioning for me to hurry out of the single stall restroom.
A sly smirk slides across my face as I button my jeans. “Happy to be of service,” I tease and quickly sneak out.