I tipped back my beer and ordered another. When I turned around, a guy had made his way behind her, forcing the other woman down from the small box. They were grinding to the music as their bodies meshed together. I watched the strobe lights flicker across her face. The glow made her look like she was the star of a show. My jaw locked when she molded her ass against the man behind her. He seemed to enjoy it. Who wouldn’t?
But when his hands made their way around her ass and to her inner thigh, I slammed my beer bottle on the counter. Screw this.
Suddenly, Kendy froze and her eyes popped open in shock. She shifted toward him, looking like she was spitting words at him as I barreled through the crowd. I could read her face as the strobe lights flashed on her angry features.
When she hopped off the box, he jumped behind her and grabbed her wrist. She jerked her hand away, and I was a foot away and about to step in between them when I saw something I’d never seen before.
I widened my eyes when Kendy reached down, grabbed him by the balls, and twisted.
His face registered pain.
“Bitch!” he yelped.
“Pinky dick!” she yelled back. “I can’t even cop a feel down there.”
Just before he took a step toward her, I blocked his path. “Get the fuck away from her, asshole.”
I gestured for him to leave, but he stood there for a moment, looking indecisive. I fisted my hands at my sides, ready for action if he decided to try to take me down. No way in hell was there going to be a repeat of the stitches incident.
His eyes met mine, sizing me up. A second later, he must’ve thought better of it, because he cast her a glare and turned to walk away.
Pussy.
I shook my head and glanced back at her. “Get a good feel there?” I was trying to make light of the situation, but I hated to think what would’ve happened had I not been here.
I doubted Kendy’s reaction would’ve been any different.
“Yeah, fucker thought he could touch what wasn’t his. I was going to rip his dick off and feed it to him.” Her angry eyes narrowed and flickered toward the guy who was now making his way to a new target.
I didn’t want to lecture her, but the words flew out anyway. “I know you can take care of yourself, but don’t be too brave when you’re alone.” Maybe it was the big brother in me, or maybe it was the adrenaline spike. I couldn’t tell. All I knew was I didn’t want anything to happen to her.
She shrugged one shoulder, unbothered. “Okay.” And then a small smile appeared as she grabbed my hand. “Let’s dance.” She moved us through the mass of bodies on the dance floor. “I’m not letting that guy or Dr. Hot Pants ruin my night. I’m still determined to have a good time.”
When she found us a perfect spot, she placed her hands on my shoulders and crushed her breasts against my chest. The room was already warm, but our sexual magnetism turned up the heat level to scorching hot.
My hands slowly fell to her waist as her hips moved and dipped to the music. When the beat changed, she turned around and ground her ass against me. I followed her lead, our bodies in sync, and instantly I hardened. God, this girl was going to be the death of me.
I pulled her flush against me, and she turned back around and wrapped her hands around my neck. Her skirt hitched up a tad as my hands drifted to her stomach, inching to the bareness of her back, kneading her silky skin.
This woman was intoxicating, and I was powerless to resist her.
When she lifted her head as an invitation to kiss her, I did, different than before, with more urgency as my mouth covered hers hungrily.
She gripped my hair as our bodies meshed together. She tasted like peaches. Sweet, succulent peaches. I tilted her head to go deeper, sliding my tongue against hers, and she moaned into my mouth as her breaths deepened.
She was riding me on the dance floor, her core against my dick, which throbbed and begged to break free. I couldn’t think clearly. I wanted to take her somewhere secluded to satisfy my need. Doing this girl would be a complication, but hell, I wanted her bad.
***
KENDY
Oh, God.
His kiss was overwhelming, addicting, and making my body tingle. From the goose bumps on my neck, to the shivers up my spine and the wetness in my panties. It had been a seven-month dry spell, and I needed water to quench this thirst, if only for a night.
Brian wasn’t just a warm body; he was flipping hotter than the devil himself.
Somewhere, a little tiny voice reminded me why we were here—to get the doctor jealous—but my brain was mush. His lips against mine and his hands roaming over my body were making me lose focus. Any semblance of an earlier plan vanished in my drunken state. My body turned liquid beneath his hold. My raging hormones rushed to the surface as I molded against him.
His arousal pressed against my stomach, which only fueled the hungry fiend inside me. I needed release. Bad.
All I heard was the beat of the music, saw the flash of the strobe lights, and felt the heat of his lips, his tongue moving against mine. I reached down and rubbed against his jeans. He was at full attention, ready for me, and, God, was I ready for him.
I didn’t care there was a massive amount of people in the club, watching me give this guy a hand job. Shoot, they all probably wanted one, too. Besides, the place was dark. I doubted anyone knew what we were doing.
“Damn, you’re sexy,” he said huskily.
His words raised the heat inside me. I didn’t think that was remotely possible. My body was already on fire.
I wanted him to touch me, too. As if reading my mind, his hand trailed slowly from my waist to my hip to my bare outer thighs, pulling at the fabric. My ass cheeks were almost hanging out. It was the cutest but hottest thing, like he didn’t want me exposed for everyone to see, though I didn’t care.
He pulled my skirt down and gripped my ass through my clothes, pulling me flush against his length. My breath hitched and my pulse went haywire.
He ground himself against me, and I could tell he was well endowed, even with his pants on. I pulled back, bit my lip, and locked eyes with his as my breathing turned shallow. It was game over, because this man was going to feel the ‘Power of the P’ tonight.
“Let’s get out of here.” I dragged him through the crowd and into the fresh outdoors. My insides tingled with anticipation as my thighs rubbed together, ready for him to take me.
The horns of the cabs blared in the background, but I still knew nothing but his hand in mine.
My lips parted as he pulled me to the corner and raised his hand. “My place.” His voice was strong with urgency as he hugged me close. I rubbed my aching breasts against his chest, needing the friction. No other words were spoken as he hailed us a cab.
We jumped in the back seat and, as soon as he sat down, I straddled him, rubbing against his length as my skirt inched up my thighs, making my panties even wetter.
After he recited his address to the cab driver, my lips connected with the pulsing hollow of his throat and then trailed to outline his ear with my tongue.
I fisted his hair as our lips collided, my tongue tasting, flicking, and exploring the recesses of his mouth. My breathing was labored as I dry humped him in the back of the car, making out like we were teenagers at a drive-in.
The cabbie didn’t even try to stop us. This was probably common in Manhattan at two a.m.
I tugged at his hair, pulled his head back, and saw pure lust in his eyes. “F-T-F-ing,” I said breathlessly, riding him as though we were at the rodeo.
He tried to kiss me, but I pulled him back, tugging harder at the ends of his hair. I needed him to agree. I didn’t need complications. Not when he wasn’t part of my ultimate plan.
I couldn’t afford to hurt him, so we could only do this if he knew this was purely physical. “No complications. Friends that fuck. That’s it. We’re F-T-F-ing.”