Chapter 6
Chapter
Six
WAR
I can’t take it anymore, the way she looks at me, the way her body moves.
I need to be close to her.
I need to touch her.
As she watches me walk toward her, I see her breath catch, and her chest rise and fall rapidly with anticipation. Damn, this woman has put a spell on me from across the room.
Stopping in front of her, her eyes widen as she looks up at me. She is not as short as most women, but I am a big bastard, and most women have to look up to me.
“Been watching you all fucking night, and you are driving me and my cock wild, baby.”
“Shit,” she mutters.
Damn, I can smell how turned on she is. It makes my dick go crazy inside my jumpsuit; thank fuck the knot hides what will be hers for the night.
“I think you knew what you were doing. You planned on coming here tonight and bewitching someone into taking you hard and dirty, didn’t you, baby?”
She nods, saying nothing. Seeing her lick her lips pulls a growl from me.
“Dance for me, Cleo.” I swear her body melts at me saying her name.
I spin her around so her back is pressed against my front, making sure she can feel what she is doing to me. My body reacting to hers is what will make this night a fucking good one.
“You feel good against my cock, baby. I bet it would feel even better buried inside of you.”
Her ass is nestled into my crotch, my cock throbbing with need for this sexy little witch.
I can feel her breathing hitch at my words and I smirk against her neck, breathing in her scent that is fucking driving me wild.
My focus is completely on her. It is like we are not in the club, everything and everyone is just fucking gone, and we are the only two people left. And fuck me, I like it that way.
Knowing the black feather is safely tucked in my pocket, a sign maybe from my Lilian, I let my body and soul feel Cleo.
There is just something about her that draws me in. Her pale green eyes are magical and being true to her costume, she has put a spell on me.
Her round plush ass presses into my dick and I growl close to her ear, making her body tremble. Damn, I bet her entire body shakes when she comes, sending violent ripples of ecstasy through her.
I need to see that.
I need to feel it.
The song changes to a slower one and I know that this is the work of the Ol’ Ladies. Raising my gaze up, I see the women pulling their men onto the dance floor, and Cleo and I are no longer the only couple dancing.
“Turn around,” I command, and she fucking obeys without question.
When she faces me, her hands go to my shoulders, her eyes wide and filled with lust, wonder, and mischief. Yeah, fucking Cleo will be fun, and I know she will leave a mark on me.
“Never took you for a slow dancing kind of man. Thought you would bolt.” She grins, and it is like a sucker punch to the throat.
“Fuck, you are beautiful.”
“You are not so bad yourself, there, jailbird.” She giggles, making me smile.
Her breath hitches as she looks at me. “Damn, you should smile more, War. You are fucking hot when you are looking all broody, but when you smile, you are gorgeous.”
My eyebrow arches. “Gorgeous? Nah, babe, I am sexy as fuck.”
“Yeah, you are.”
“You say what you mean, don’t you?”
She shrugs, giving me a genuine smile. “Life is too short to waste it. You only get to live once, so make the most of it. Find love with the right person and embrace it, because you never know when it will be taken away or find a way to destroy you.”
Her eyes widen like she cannot believe that she just said that, but hell, her words hit me deep in my soul.
Never did I think that I would feel something for another woman after my wife, but here she is.
In my arms, making me question why the fuck I have cut myself off from finding someone to spend the rest of my days with.
“Definitely a fucking spell,” I mutter under my breath, but she hears me.
“No spell, just me. I do not bullshit, War. What you see is what you get.”
“Oh, I plan on getting.” I slam my mouth onto hers, making her gasp.
My tongue slips between her lips, tasting her last drink. Cinnamon.
Her hands go around my neck, her nails digging into my skin as she holds me to her, and she kisses me back with a force that sends my cock into overdrive.
I have not kissed another woman since my wife; it has always felt like such an intimate act, and I never wanted that until now.
Until Cleo.
Her mouth feels good; her tongue duels with mine. I suck down her little whimpers and moans, each one going straight to my dick, making him needy as hell.
We get lost in the kiss, her hands on me, keeping me to her, as if she is afraid that I will hightail it out of here. There is no fucking chance of that happening when I want to be deep inside of her.
Heavy rock starts to play again, and the chatter picks up. Breaking the kiss, I grin down at her, loving how her eyes are glassy with lust, her lips swollen from our kisses, and her breathing fast.
“Come outside with me; we could do with some fresh air.” She nods and lets me lead her away from the safety of the room and her friends.
Her trust in me does something to my soul.
With her hand in mine, we step out into the humid Vegas heat.
The music fades as the door closes behind us, muffling the pulse of the party.
Some of the brothers have spilled outside, their laughter low as they talk, the light from the firepit flames dancing across their faces giving them an eerie look.
Wanting her all to myself, I lead her away from the crowd. She comes willingly—something about her trust, the way she follows without hesitation, settles under my skin and makes me ache in ways I haven’t felt in years.
It’s not fear I see in her eyes, but desire and a spark of anticipation.
We slip around the corner, and I press her against the wall, needing to feel her body and lips against mine. My hands drop to her ass, groping at the juicy globes. I flex my fingers, feeling how fucking incredible it is.
In a flash I pick her up, her legs wrapping around my hips, in the perfect position for rubbing my cock into her.
“Oh shit, War.” She pants, and I am fucking done, hearing her moaning my name when I am not inside of her yet, but soon.