Tinder is not the answer #3
Kendrick told himself that it was the dancing that had such a positive effect on him.
The music, the chance to move made him feel good.
That and the fact that he was among the best dancers present, which made him very popular with several attractive women.
Dancing felt like the right tool to cleanse his soul from all the pent-up frustration.
Glenna and Davina’s outrageous idea faded into the background, as did the unbelievable lack of understanding from the rest of his family.
Here and now, he was having fun. He felt comfortable in his skin and was in his element.
Not to forget, she was here too! His surprising first Tinder match – the spoilt Fraser brat, the whisky princess, the irresponsible alpaca owner.
Also, the woman who had taken one look at him yesterday and really seen him: Shona.
He had discovered her long before she had seen him, and he had enjoyed the moment when she briefly lost her stride as recognition dawned.
But the looks she had given him since had certainly not been startled.
Rather appraising, but in a good way … interested.
Later, her gaze seemed knowing, but in a different way from yesterday.
More like she had been given the answer to a question.
And in the past few minutes, her looks had definitely turned seductive.
Clearly, Shona Fraser had the exact same thing on her mind as he did.
But there was no way he could act on that impulse!
No matter how provocatively she moved her hips and how much he enjoyed the fantasy of pressing her hard against a wall, pushing up her wide swinging red skirt and sinking deep inside her ...
It was a good thing that they hadn’t happened to be paired up for another dance!
The band took a break and announced that a DJ would play a set next.
Most people left the dance floor to return to their tables.
He was also on his way to his drink when hot salsa rhythms blared from the speakers.
He took a quick sip of his beer, which by now was pretty stale, and turned round again.
He couldn’t resist salsa! As if drawn close by a magnet, he headed towards Shona, who was struggling with an eager but utterly untalented dance partner.
Their eyes met and Kendrick’s rational brain took a leave of absence, to be replaced by an instinct-driven predator that had been in hibernation for some ten years.
“Sorry, pal, this is my dance and my lass,” he said in a husky voice as he pushed between the two and pulled Shona unnecessarily close.
“Oh? Your dance and your lass? I guess you better show me what you’ve got.” Shona wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself against him, without losing stride for even a moment. Of course, he had noticed all along how well she moved.
He led her through a series of steps, and she followed him smooth as quicksilver, their bodies pressed together.
This could hardly be called dancing anymore!
What they did here in the middle of the dance floor was borderline erotic: sexy, sensual, focused on a clear goal.
Kendrick blocked out everything else – the other dancers, the pub smells and sounds – and fixated on the petite woman in his arms and the fierce chemistry between them.
If she kept rubbing herself against him like that, there was no way he would be able to contain his excitement!
Perhaps Shona had seen his eyes glaze over, or maybe she could read his mind, because all of a sudden, she took his hand and led him towards the bathrooms in the back.
She couldn’t be serious, could she? But rational thought had long since left him; behind the facade of the personable vet ruled a primal man who followed only his instincts.
Shona obviously knew her way around the place.
Fortunately, she didn’t push him into a bathroom cubicle but into a dark alcove separated by a heavy, musty-smelling curtain.
There she kissed him like no woman had ever kissed him before: hungry, demanding and determined.
When they parted briefly to gasp for air, she produced a condom from her small shoulder bag.
He could barely make out anything in the dim light, but he could tell that the desire in her eyes mirrored his own.
Apparently, he was going too slowly, because she was already starting to undo his belt and open his flies, and when her hand wrapped around his cock, which couldn’t have been any harder, he stopped thinking altogether.
On autopilot, he fumbled the condom out of the packet and slipped it on.
Then he pressed Shona against the wall – just as he had imagined earlier.
He pressed his lips to her mouth again and slid a hand between her legs.
Her tiny thong was completely wet. He pushed it aside and delicately stroked her slick, swollen clitoris.
She seemed to be just as aroused as he was.
With a deep sigh, she wrapped one leg around his waist, and that was all the prompting he needed.
He cupped his length, brushed the tip briefly over her pussy and then thrust into her.
Another guttural moan escaped her, which he muffled with kisses.
He grabbed hold of her bottom, and she crossed both legs behind his back as he thrust into her again.
His sight was obscured by dots of lights, blood rushed in his ears – and he could not stop himself from coming.
And how he came! The orgasm shook him violently and his knees almost buckled.
Shona gave a surprised gasp, and his euphoria immediately gave room for shame. Shame that he had attacked her like a man possessed and then held out for how long? Two seconds? He had no idea what to do or say. “I ...” he stammered, breathing heavily. “Oh no ... I’m sorry ...”
She untangled her legs from his hips and stumbled slightly as she placed both feet back on the ground. “It happens,” she muttered and was gone faster than he could react.
“Damn it!” he cursed under his breath. He wanted to run after her, but first he had to dispose of the condom and ...
What a total disaster! Once he was properly zipped up, he peered past the curtain.
The coast was clear. He slipped into the gents, tossed the condom into the bin and washed his hands.
His reflection in the mirror startled him.
There was something wild in his face that he didn’t recognise, and his eyes flashed with the realisation that he was a goddamn loser who couldn’t satisfy a woman.
No wonder Glenna liked women these days!
When two guys entered the toilets and went to the urinals, he left quickly.
Maybe he could still save the day? Everything was like before – the music playing and the dance floor filled with happy people – but Shona was nowhere to be seen.
Other guests had taken the table where he had left his beer, so he went to the bar and ordered a Coke.
He would have preferred a shot of whisky but knowing that he still had quite some way to drive in the dark, and possibly an awkward encounter with Shona, kept him from it.
He emptied his glass in big gulps while scanning the room. But Shona was gone.
Kendrick stayed for another fifteen minutes and then left as well. His desire to dance was gone.