4. Georgia
My heart thrums against my chest as Derek’s brown eyes darken. If I’d thought he was sexy when he smiled like the nice, innocent father that he is, then when he looks at me like this, he’s fucking devastating.
“Deal.”
Good going, Georgia, you corrupted Mama Bear.
I chew on the inside of my cheek. I didn’t think I would get this far. As I walk Derek to a secluded part of the club, my skin glitters with goosebumps the second my butt hits one of the leather seats.
He licks his lips. “Sit back.”
His command is deep and husky, completely unlike his usual airy tone. I gulp, eyes widening. Going into this, I had one goal.
Get a lap dance like my girls.
Now, I’m rethinking the dare as his hooded eyes trail over the exposed skin on my collarbone. I inhale deeply, sitting back as he approaches, and the song changes.
Derek cups my jaw, the perfect picture of sin as he smirks. “Open your mouth.”
I blink, eyes wide, but my jaw drops without a thought.
Am I easy? Yes… Yes, I am.
“Good girl, now drink.”
In a second, he’s cupping my jaw, and my body comes alive from his touch. His eyes darken like the night as he pours a shot down my throat and grins devilishly as I swallow.
“Now enjoy the show, I take payments via Zelle and Apple Pay,” he jokes, turning around, doing the unspeakable.
I watch in stunned silence as Derek fucking Cougar Magnet Perez yanks off his shirt in one swift movement and tosses it over my head.
Hello jaw? I must pick you up off the floor because what. The. Fuck?!
In seconds, he’s dancing on my lap, sliding his taut ass against my front. I’m a giggling mess when he uses my hands to play up the dance, putting a hand on his peck, squeezing it.
“Such a tease!” I laugh as he twists his head back to me with a wide smile, and then my stomach bottoms out and drops to my damn vagina because Derek picks up my other hand, dips a finger into my Lemon Drop, and sucks it.
Something is wet…
Oh, wait, it’s me.
This man has me hornier than an old man on Viagra.
When the song ends, I don’t notice the shouting in the background or the way my friends are being scolded—instead, my attention is focused solely on him.
Derek tilts his head, his jaw working before he bites his lip.
“I give it a solid five out of—”
He grabs my throat lightly, pulling me close to his face as he bends down to my eye level. I gulp, feeling my throat work against his giant palm and grow wetter from the sight of him. This close, he smells of rich pine and vanilla.
“Listen, Blondie, I only did this to please you, but trust that I know other ways to,” he says, his words like a caress against my skin. He leaves me frozen as he takes his shirt from behind my head and strides back over to our friends.
“What the fuck just happened?” I ask aloud, as a loud crashing followed by Jace’s curses brings me back to the present.
Seven bouncers are hauling my idiot friends out of the club… Great.
“SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS!” My shouts echo through the club as Derek and I push our way through LUX nightclub.
After the boys so graciously got us booted from Lovely Larry’s, Jace suggested hitting up his brother’s club a few blocks away.
LUX is crowded with people on each of its four floors. We’d all been on the VIP only floor when I suggested another round of shots. To my disappointment, my girls were not feeling more alcohol, and I’m pretty sure Denver and Ryan are hanging around Formula One drivers right now.
So, Derek is my company. I guess that’s what happens when you both share sad stories and a lap dance over a few drinks.
Derek holds my hand, guiding me through the packed nightclub. He’s holding my hand tight, looking back every few seconds to make sure that I’m still next to him. The feeling of his protectiveness has my heart tripling as he gets to the large LED light-covered bar on the side of the room.
When my body is lifted, and my bare legs connect with the cold bar top, I yelp.
“Hold on to my shirt,” he says, no room for questions as he grabs my hand, placing it on his chest. Derek spreads my legs slightly, allowing space for his body, and my core throbs from his warmth being so near.
I’ve got to get a handle on these feelings.
“Can I get a shot of Respasado, some sugar, and limes?”
My eyes widen; sugar and limes?
“Wh… What’s that for?” My voice comes out shaky as Derek smiles disarmingly at me.
“You said you wanted to let loose, right?” he asks, a teasing smile on his face as I mirror him, tilting my head with a smile.
“Something like that…”
Derek doesn’t respond; instead, he takes the jacket he’d been wearing and places it down on the bar.
“Dealer’s choice, right?” he questions, reciting my line from earlier.
My heart rackets against my chest, sweat beading at my temple as I chew on my bottom lip, nodding.
“Good, now lie back.”
“Oh… Okay,”
Leaning back, I rest my head against his jacket. From this angle, I can see the rapid rise and fall of my chest as Derek pulls my pants down slightly for better access to my belly button.
A crowd forms as he preps me for a body shot.
“You okay, Blondie?”
“Mhm…” I nod, looking anywhere but at him as he tuts.
He softly grasps my chin, tilting me to make direct eye contact with him.
“You’re safe with me, but I need to hear a ‘yes’ before we continue,” he says softly, eyes like the man from before all the tequila shots.
I’m safe, Derek’s my friend. We’ve known each other for months, and he’s one of the most secure people I know.
“Yes, continue.”
He smiles deviously. “Great.”
In an instant, he’s bending to my eye level, mere inches away from my face. “I can’t wait to taste you,” he tells me, and in an instant, his scent engulfs me.
My body goes still, heart stammering against my ribs as he slowly licks the side of my neck, one hand cupping the other side. I take a sharp breath, my panties dampening from the smell and feel of him pressed against me.
“You taste good, darlin’.”
I think I just short-circuited. His Texas drawl is in full throttle.
I feel tingly as Derek softly sprinkles sugar where he’d licked me.
I grin when he parts my lips, tugging them apart with his thumb.
I open my mouth slightly, a small grin dusting my lips as he places a sour lime between my teeth.
By now, I’m sure a crowd has formed around us, but he’s the only person that I see.
A piece of me is scared of this thought. He’s my friend; I can’t get fucking flutters in my lady bits because of him. But if friend, then why sex-god shaped?
As if hearing my thoughts, Derek leans down next to my ear. The cool air of his breath tickles my skin as he kisses my ear softly, warming my body.
“Keep that lime safe for me, yeah?”
I nod, eager to guard this lime with my life if it means he’s the one taking it from me.
My belly sucks in on itself as Derek licks a long, slow line from the valley between my breasts, where my crystalline embellished top has a low cut to my belly button.
I stifle a moan as he sprinkles sugar on the spot and pours the shot into the hole where my belly button is.
It’s nights like tonight that I’m happy I didn’t get my belly pierced when Cleo did, because now I’m getting licked up by a fucking Adonis.
My skin feels electrified as Derek licks all over my body, starting from my belly button, through my breasts, and to my neck. When he gets to the sweet spot below my ear, he bites it before licking the spot.
Oh my…
In a move faster than the speed of light, he sucks the contents from my belly button, and his mouth is on mine.
Derek squeezes the lime between both our mouths, a wicked grin on his face when he pulls away slightly, spitting the lime into a nearby cup. I have no control over my body or thoughts, because, as if my body is on autopilot, I reach up and kiss him.