Chapter 13 - Andie
Chapter Thirteen - Andie
My confidence is fleeting as I stumble, pushing my way past the crowd, trying to make it to what looks like a hallway.
It’s secluded and off in a corner. Only a handful of people are coming and going that direction, which tells me I’m on the right path.
Each step gradually gets harder as the lights flash and swirl around on the walls and floor. The movement is becoming nauseating.
There’s a serious communication breakdown between my brain and my body.
My brain’s sending signals to walk straight, but my legs are receiving impersonate a newborn giraffe.
Each swirl of the lights adds to the dizziness.
Planting my hand on the counter, I use it to guide my movements.
The feeling of something stationary helps keep me grounded.
I feel the sticky wetness from spilled drinks as my hand slides down the bar top. I’ve felt worse as a nurse, so that sticky feeling doesn’t even phase me. Taking a few seconds to find my balance at the end of the counter, a strong set of hands glides across the small of my back.
The feeling or the idea of a man holding his hand there in a possessive manner is one I crave, straight out of one of my books. This, however, gives me a creepy, icky feeling that pours over me. A mix of warning signals and disgust bounces through my entire body.
Instinctively, my nervous system is yelling at me that I don’t like this at all. Gentle guidance away from the counter causes me to lose my stability. Now I’m gripping the stranger just to find my footing.
“Hey there, how about a dance?” The stranger slurs his words as he now grabs my hips with both hands to dance closer. Swaying side to side, I feel like I’m in a boat rocking at sea, causing the nausea to creep up.
I don’t really want to dance with him, but he keeps moving me towards the floor and away from the bar, and I’m so drunk my response time is seriously lacking.
My throbbing head overpowers the urge to pull away, and my feet are tripping over one another.
My words say no, but my clumsy movements tell a different story entirely as I find myself stumbling with him to the floor.
This is definitely not what I want tonight.
My voice is as pathetic as a kitten’s meow, the few words I manage to muster up come out meek. “No, no thanks.” I’m trying to be polite, but that isn’t what this guy needs because he’s drunk enough he doesn’t get the hint. His arms tighten around me, slamming my body into his.
His pathetic excuse for an erection is starting to form, and I’m about to lose it if I can’t get away.
Panic begins to ensue, and I pull every ounce of sobriety I have and focus my mind the best I can.
I’m pushing him away, but my strength is no match for him.
Each push, his arms grip me tighter, a constant game of tug-of-war.
He’s about to win the prize because I don’t have the strength to fight much longer.
Bile rises in my throat from the feeling of his hardening cock through his pants rubbing against me. Instant regret from drinking so much starts to surface. I fight as much as I can, but the lights, the music, and the drinks are a weakening vice that gives this man the advantage.
“Please, I’m just . . . let me go.” I stumble through my words, however, he still doesn’t release his grip. Is his grip getting harder? How is that possible?
“Come on baby, you don’t really want to go.
I got exactly what you want right here.” Thrusting his hips further into me to accentuate his less-than-impressive cock.
He continues to grind against me while his hands slide down to explore my ass.
Shuddering at the feel of his body near mine, I try to take in my surroundings, looking for Maddie.
Why did I think I could do this by myself? Note to self, if I get out of this unscathed, take a bleach bath to clean his touch off.
“Hey! No, let me go!” I pull away harder, but he isn’t budging.
My body is forcibly yanked away, breaking the unwanted attention from the stranger.
I find myself falling backwards into the arms of yet another man, but this one doesn’t seem threatening.
In fact, he feels like a fortress of safety.
It’s a feeling I haven’t felt in a very long time. A feeling that I will gladly welcome.
Regaining my balance, my eyes are focused on the arms that wrap around my body, fitting me perfectly, holding me securely away from harm. The man has veins for days from his muscles on his forearms, and for a nurse, it’s like pure erotic porn.
I find myself captivated by them, unable to break my eyes from the arms holding me. Secretly wondering what gauge of IV could get in the veins while this drunk. It’s a nurse thing. The grip is tight, but not painful. Almost as if he’s possessive of me, refusing to let go of what’s his.
Is this what they mean by she’s mine in the books I read? If so, I’ll gladly be his in whatever way he wants me.
“Come on man, what was that for?” the stranger yells.
“Obviously, she isn’t in the mood to dance right now, so why don’t you just go?
” I couldn’t see his face. I’m solely focused on the hold he has on me, but the man who saved me from this undignified asshole had a deep, attractive voice I could get lost in.
A momentary break in my trance has me looking at the stranger who took advantage of my drunken state.
“Fine man, have it your way. You can keep her, she isn’t worth the trouble.
” His disgust for me has me in a fit of rage.
My anger might be tied more to the alcohol than anything.
I’ve spent most of my life feeling like I’m not worth anything, and the last thing I want right now is some prick validating those feelings.
“I’m not worth it? That’s a little harsh coming from an asshole who doesn’t listen and smells like cheap booze and cigarettes, don’t you think?” My filter is gone, and my attitude is in full force. I’m like Scrappy-Doo being sent in for a fight.
“I mean, come on, what are you twelve? Have you ever properly fucked a woman with that tiny dick of yours? I felt what you were working with, and it wasn’t much.
” Pinching fingers together, giggling while demonstrating his size.
I don’t want him to be interested in me, but at the same time, I feel slighted that he didn’t feel I was worth anything more than an easy lay.
“I’m plenty worth it! You would be lucky to fuck me!” I start wiggling to get out of the hold of my knight in shining armor and trying to defend myself from the asshole who’s now staring at me like I’m next-level crazy.
Mystery man no longer keeps me in a protective state, but instead now holds me back as I try to escape to justify myself and my worth. Watching as the asshole walks away, throwing his hands up, laughing at my rant.
“Okay there, turbo, calm down . . . I think he gets it.” His arms release me the moment I demonstrate I can calm down.
“I’m just saying—” Oh shit, my train of thought is completely lost as I turn around, locking eyes with my rescuer.
Hoooly crap, look at this guy. It should really be a crime to look as good as he does.
His ocean blue eyes stare down at me, and I recognize them as the same ones that captured my attention at the café. The kind of eyes that belong on a billboard selling luxury watches or ridiculously expensive cologne.
A wetness between my legs begins to pool as I scan up and down this man, taking in his appearance.
He is deliciously mouthwatering gorgeous.
There’s a heating through my core as I scan the crisp white dress shirt rolled up at the sleeves, exposing those forearms that only moments ago had me in his embrace.
Can we go back to his arms around me? Because damn this man has sexiness written all over him. No, bad Andie, you can’t fall for someone. You’re married.
The alcohol seems to be doing a great job taking my realist thinking and turning it into intrusive thoughts.
As every momentary glimpse of my past I have is replaced with wondering what naughty things this guy can do to me with his belt.
His black dress pants felt soft against my legs when he kept me close and I was beginning to feel like a cat in heat with the way I wanted to rub against him.
My mouth opens ever so slightly, my breathing starts to hitch.
This man managed to not only take my breath away but took my words with it, leaving me completely defenseless to his looks and charm.
I recognize this feeling, the one where your heart is pounding out of your chest. Where you feel utterly helpless as you’re frozen in time, only desiring the one individual that makes you weak at your knees, this was the same feeling I had with Cody, a feeling I thought I would never have again once he died.
It’s a feeling I was hoping someday I would get to experience, but not yet, not so soon. And I worry that whatever sensation is transpiring between me and mystery man here—I won’t be able to resist. Begging the question, do I cave in, or do I remain faithful to Cody?
Visually, I see him speaking, words coming out of his mouth, but I’m so far gone that his voice is silenced by the distraction he has upon me.
Snap out of it, Andie. He’s talking to you; stop looking at him, but oh god, look at that body. Okay, that’s enough focus, focus. Looks like I’m caving in.
“Are you okay? I’m sorry if I overstepped, but you—”
I promptly cut him off, stuttering through my words. “O–oh no . . . I’m fine, thank you.” I begin to start looking around for Maddie, becoming uncomfortable with the feelings that are starting to come over me.
Throw some cold water on me now or something because the way I want to undress this man and do some unspeakable thing is ridiculous. Shit Maddie’s right, it’s been way too long without sex.
“Are you sure you’re fine? You seem flustered? Are you looking for someone?”
“Yes, Maddie, umm—shit . . . my friend. I came with her, and I just . . . fuck . . . I need to find her, it might help if the room stopped moving though.”
My balance is shaky, but I’m determined to escape these overwhelming emotions gripping me.
As I try to steady myself to find Maddie, my head throbs from the surrounding noise.
A few steps in without his support, I stumble, tripping over my own feet.
As I fall forward, this mysterious, attractive man catches me, halting my descent.
For a moment, a single moment, the room is no longer spinning.
Instead, it’s only us in this club, but his touch is addictive.
It’s familiar like the comfort I felt when I would cocoon my body next to Cody, but distinctly different at the same time.
A new form of safety, security, and warmth flood through me.
Fuck, I have to get away from this guy. I almost can’t control myself around him.
My breathing becomes faster, and I hear my heartbeat over the bass of the music.
There aren’t just a few butterflies in my stomach.
It’s a whole god damn swarm trying to break free.
With my face inches from his, my bottom lip between my teeth simply to control my carnal urges to reach out and touch him.
I want to take him right here in the middle of the club.
“Thanks again, uhh I, I—” Shit, the room is spinning even more now, and it won’t stop. My vision blurs into darkness, and I free fall into black.