14. River
CHAPTER 14
River
The music is blaring in the club Ashton and Sam dragged us to. Sam had an absolute freak-out apparently a few nights ago, saying that her freedom was going to plummet to the ground, so we needed a night out. She’s now dancing with Kennedy and some other girlfriends, sipping her virgin daiquiri like she’s going on house arrest pretty soon.
The beer in my hand is doing shit to cool my blood as it slowly comes to a boil with each man who puts his hands on my girl.
My girl? Where the fuck did that come from?
Kennedy and I are satisfying a need right now, and I’m indeed more than satisfied at the moment. We’ve been playing this little game for a few weeks now, and each time we’re together, I don’t know how to describe it other than it just feels better than the last. She’s got this hold on me, my attention constantly drawn to her blonde locks and long, tanned legs.
Kennedy is shaking her ass, that fucking dress teasing me to the point where I may honestly commit a crime if one more guy ogles her. I can feel my hand tense around the bottle until I feel my brother attempting to pry it out of my hand.
We started the night at a nearby restaurant, and the moment she walked in, I nearly ran to the restroom to rub one out like a fucking teenager. Her dress is silver with sequins, and it’s shorter than anything I’ve ever seen her wear around us.
I take a long pull from the beer bottle in my hand, and I feel my eyes locked on her every move.
“Bro, you’re going to break this, and I don’t need you cutting yourself before our next shift.” He successfully pries it out of my grasp, then continues, “Plus, you’re making it fucking obvious.” I look over at him and see Ashton eyeing me funny from the other side of the table.
“You owe me one,” my brother says, and before I can ask what the fuck for, he announces to the guys, “Hey, I can’t let the women be the only ones showing off their moves.”
Without asking, I’m being shoved along with Clay as we walk toward the rest of the crowd grinding against one another.
Clay gets right behind Kennedy and starts dancing with her. I love my brother, but right now, I want to pull him off her and claim her as my own. I take deep breaths through my nose, trying to remind myself he’s doing this to keep the other guys off her right now.
I watch as he moves Kennedy’s hips to the music, and she goes right for it, but her gaze finds mine, and she bites her bottom lip. Fuck, she teases me with each little movement of hers, and I know she’s just trying to get under my skin.
I keep chanting to myself that my brother has no attraction to her, but I can’t help the irritation that bubbles at the thought of his hands, actually any hands, on her. For the time being, she’s mine, just like I’m hers. But she’s playing into this game with my brother, and now I feel like I need to give her a taste of her own medicine.
It doesn’t take me long to find a woman who’s eyeing me on the dance floor, so I bring my attention to the woman with her dark eyes and pixie cut. I begin to move my hips to the music, and soon, I’ve got this chick’s back to my front, and I let the music guide us. I wish I could say I get lost in the moves this girl’s got as she bumps and grinds along my body, but I keep my gaze on Kennedy, seeing her temper rise.
My brother senses the shift in her body, and he looks over and lets a smirk cross his features. He knows what I’m doing, and I can’t even apologize for how juvenile I’m being. But I want to get a rise out of her. Somewhere deep inside I need the reassurance that I drive her as crazy as she does me.
The woman I’m dancing with keeps moving herself along my body and starts getting pretty handsy with me. I shoot my brother a look, but when my gaze moves toward Kennedy, she seems to lose it.
Sure enough, she tells her girlfriends something, then moves off the dance floor. I watch her retreating figure through the crowd until she’s gone toward the bar.
I grab my brother’s attention as he’s about to start dancing with someone else and move him closer to me. The girl dancing with me turns to look at me and realizes she’s seeing double.
“There’s two of you?” she asks, and I’m surprised she isn’t seeing more than two of us in her intoxicated state. Her breath smells like a brewery.
“Yep, double the pleasure, double the fun,” my brother answers. I roll my eyes because he always said shit like that when we were in college, and I nearly gag at how dumb that still sounds.
“Gotta take a leak,” I tell my brother as I move off the dance floor.
“Sure you do,” he says in my ear and starts laughing. He knew I wouldn’t last the whole night without touching Kennedy. Now I just have to hope Kennedy doesn’t knee me in the balls for dancing with that woman.
I make my way through the crowd, still surprised this many people are out tonight. It’s been a long week, and all I wanted to do was stay home with Kennedy. I had plans to fuck her on every surface of my place tonight, but then Ash called and told me they needed to get out of the house. The moment I heard, I already knew Kennedy had accepted the invite, knowing how much she loves to get out and dance.
I scan the table where my friends are standing, but there’s a big enough crowd blocking their view of me in this far corner. I make my way closer to the bar, and I stand right behind Kennedy, close enough she can feel my breath along her shoulder. People are surrounding us, but no one seems to be paying too much attention to what I’m doing to her.
“May I buy you a drink?” I whisper, trying to keep myself from showing too much interest in case someone in our group walks by.
“Oh, I bet your little friend needs a refill after shaking her ass all over your dick with such vigor,” she bites back, and I can’t hide how much that turns me on.
I keep moving my gaze to our surroundings and see we are still in the clear. I decide to get a little bolder and move my hand up her thigh, under her short skirt, grazing her panties. I hear her breath hitch the moment I touch her center.
“Mmm, someone’s wet,” I say as I move my hand over the lacy fabric.
“Yeah, Clay really has moves on the dance floor,” she replies, and I immediately move my pelvis into her backside, pinning her closer to the bar.
“Oh, Skipper, you and I both know it’s my dick you crave. Don’t act like you weren’t thinking of all the ways I could fuck you on that dance floor and make you scream my name, not my brother’s,” I bite back because she has got balls acting like Clay makes her hot and bothered.
She may be pissed at me for pulling that little dancing stunt, but she still moves her ass into my growing erection.
“Fuck, Kennedy. This dress and those heels, you’re killing me.” I let my breath move along her skin so I can see her react with goosebumps moving down her arm.
“Too bad I’ll be removing them alone tonight. It’s a shame because I sure needed some help getting undressed.” She pouts as if that option is off the table.
“Like fuck you’re going to take any of this off without me there to watch you do it,” I throw back at her, and she simply smiles. I see her reflection in the mirror behind the bar.
A squeal behind us causes me to push off the bar and off of her, hoping my erection isn’t evident in the dim light.
“O. M. GEEEE. Kennedy, the hottest guy just asked for my number.” Jessa comes barreling toward us. She’s been getting over a breakup recently, and apparently, she’s taking it out on the Jack Daniels she’s been chugging all night.
“That’s great, sweetie!” Kennedy tries to sound enthusiastic, but I can tell there’s worry etched in her tone. Jessa is usually the composed one, and this breakup is hitting her hard.
“He has a friend too. I told him I’d bring you back to dance before the night is over. Come on! Let’s go.” She screams the last part and pulls at Kennedy’s arm, giving her no option but to follow as they make their way back toward the dance floor.
Kennedy turns her head in my direction, and I can tell she’s not at all excited about this turn of events.
I wink at her, hoping my disappointment isn’t evident in my gaze. I decide I’ll text her instead.
To be continued…
Also, don’t fucking dare take anything off tonight without me as your audience. That dress is getting peeled off by me and only me ;)
Also, the heels stay on…
I see her look down at her watch, reading the text that just came through. She smiles at the message and then looks my way, winking in my direction with a sly smile on her her lips.
“Whatcha doin’?” Ashton creeps up next to me and looks to be solving a puzzle.
“Nothing.” I feign innocence, but I have a feeling I better be more careful, or this whole thing is going to be blown.
“Doesn’t look like nothing,” Ash continues, swinging his gaze from me to the dance floor. “Kennedy seems to be calling attention tonight, wouldn’t you say?” He pushes, and I try to keep my response simple, much like I would have before all this started between her and me.
“I didn’t notice,” I respond, taking another swig of my beer and letting my gaze look around, trying hard not to look her way.
“I see,” he says, then focuses on the bartender and asks for another IPA.
Luckily, my brother saves me yet again, although I know it will not go without a favor in the future. He’s been watching me all night to make sure I don’t make my fling with Kennedy too obvious.
“Well, boys, it’s been fun, but I think Sam is about to take a nap in the middle of the dance floor if you don’t go get her. She may not be drinking, but she still knows how to party. I think your baby mama needs to go home,” Clay says, and Ashton wastes no time looking for his wife in the crowd.
“I guess I better call it a night. Fuck, I knew coming out was a bit much, but she’s sort of scary while pregnant,” he says, his body shuddering at the thought of her new angry persona.
My brother and I laugh as we watch our friend retrieve an exhausted Sam and nearly carry her out the door.
“I think I’m going to head out too, man,” Clay says. I can’t help but wish Clay would stay. I love Addy but a part of me wishes Clay would move on and start dating again. He needs to start getting himself out there. As much as he’s trying to find happiness again, I see so much heartache in him still.
“You gonna be okay, Clay?” I ask because no matter how much time seems to pass, that wave of sadness has been a permanent fixture in his demeanor since Abby left.
“Yeah, just need to get up early tomorrow. I promised Mom I would take her to the farmer’s market. You in?”
I look toward the dance floor and see Kennedy dancing, and the only plan I have in the near future is one where I watch that silver dress fall to the floor while those heels wrap around my middle.
A smile stretches over my face. “Naw, I think I’ve got plans in the morning.”
I hear my brother chuckle and walk away. My eyes stay fixed on the blonde who is slowly captivating every second of my attention when she’s around. I can’t really ignore the fact that even if she’s not around, my thoughts are slowly creeping toward her any chance they get.