Denying The Bad Boy (Tattooed and Pierced #2) (10 page)

“Yeah, I don’t have anything planned, so it’s all
good.” They stood there for a minute, and she realized it was a minute too long
as the awkwardness settled back in.

“You did really well with the material tonight,
Alex. I don’t have any doubts that you’ll catch on to this easy.” His cheeks
turned a light shade of pink, and her smile grew. Well look at that, she had
embarrassed hulking Alex Sheppard. “Okay, well I’ll talk to you later.”

She turned to make a hasty retreat, knowing she
needed some fresh air to help dispel the intoxicating scent of Alex that seemed
to seep into every one of her pores. She reached for the handle of the door at
the same time he did, and when their skin brushed together a shot of
electricity shot up her arm. Their eyes held for a suspended moment, and now it
was her turn to blush. Alex on the other hand seemed unaffected again, as if he
caught himself actually acting human, which embarrassed her further. Before
anything could be said, or she put her foot in her mouth and stumbled over her
words, she hauled ass out of there and away from the one guy who was slowly
making her come undone.

Chapter
Eight

Alex followed Vince down the winding staircase that
led to Tainted, the newest underground club in Columbus. It was more of an
upscale, exclusive club, with a line that wrapped around the massive red brick
building every day of the week. The club itself was underneath an old building,
in the massive basement that had been converted for this specific purpose. The
pounding beat of the music quickly approaching filled his ears and went through
his body like a sledgehammer. The stairwell opened up to the basement, and they
stepped onto the landing. The elevator that was located on the main level
dinged, and a group of scantily clad females filed out. Their dresses barely
covered their asses, and their tits were hanging out showing mile long cleavage.
Their heels could have been construed as a deadly weapon. One of the blondes
stopped and blatantly eye-fucked Vince.

“Shit, man. I’m
takin
’
that one home tonight. Or maybe I’ll just fuck her in the bathroom.” Alex
didn’t blink twice at Vince’s words. The chicks were hot, but they did nothing
for him. The small landing opened up to the main part of the club. The lights
were low, the air almost foggy, and the beats were bumping. Lasers flashed
across the space, slicing through the gyrating bodies that were all but having
sex on the dance floor. It was a new club, but Alex had been here a few other
times with Vince. It was always crawling with chicks ready to get it on, and he
was ashamed to think that that had always been a turn-on for him. Then he
thought about Mary and how she had looked tonight. She hadn’t been wearing
anything revealing, just some jeans with holes in the knees, and a form fitting
tee. She had looked gorgeous with her dark hair spread out across her
shoulders, and her blue eyes piercing right into him. She had curves that went
on for miles, and he loved that she was thicker than the girls he normally went
after. Fuck, he had it bad for her, but it only made it that much worse when he
had her in his room and on his fucking bed. Yeah, they had been talking about
schoolwork, but he had been having a shit time concentrating since the scent of
her was like a fucking drug. He had picked up bits and piece of what she was
talking about, enough that when she had asked him something he could bullshit
his way through it without revealing he hadn’t been paying much attention at all.
How in the fuck was he going to get through the next few weeks having her tutor
him when all he could think about was stripping off her clothes and exploring
every inch of her body? He ran his hand through his hair and tugged at the
short strands at the base of his head.

“I need a fucking drink.” He shouted to Vince, who
gave him a chin lift in acknowledgment.

“Me, too.”

They pushed their way through the throng of people
and leaned against the bar once they reached it. It was packed as hell tonight,
and the scent of sweat and sex lingered in the air. There were two bartenders
stationed behind the neon lined bar. Their movements were quick and accurate.
Vince leaned forward, caught the leather wearing female bartender’s attention,
and said something to her that made her stop and actually blush. Alex couldn’t
hear what Vince was saying over the loud beat of music, but he was sure it was
something pretty fucking dirty, and something that would have the punk rocker
looking girl dropping her panties and grabbing her ankles for him by the end of
the night. Vince tapped on the bar twice, and Alex could practically hear the
girl sigh. A moment later there were two cold bottles of beer before them, and
the bartender was sliding a piece of paper into Vince’s palm.

They turned back around toward the club. Alex leaned
to the side but kept his eyes on a couple of girls dry humping each other a few
feet away.

“Do I even want to know what you said to that
chick?” He heard Vince chuckle but didn’t turn to look at him.

“Not unless you want to watch what I told her I’d do
with my tongue when she got off work?” Alex lifted his hand that held the
bottle of beer and curled his lip in disgust. Vince chuckled harder. “I didn’t
think so.” They stood there for another few minutes before Vince slammed his
bottle on the counter. “I’m going to find myself a piece of ass.”

“What about hitting it up with the punk chick?” Alex
looked at Vince who was scanning the crowd. “I’ll be calling her later.” He
looked at Alex and gave him a cocky smirk. The bastard always gave him a hard
time for sleeping around, but Vince was just as guilty as the rest of them. Vince
sauntered into the crowd, and the bodies parted before him like he was oil and
they were water. Alex brought his beer to his mouth and took a long pull from
it. He let his gaze sweep over the bodies, and when he made a second sweep his
eyes landed on a redhead who stood a few feet in front of him. She was alone,
her body facing his, her eyes locked on him. The shorts she wore couldn’t be called
anything but the booty variety, and her top was nothing more than a strip of
elastic that barely covered her huge, most likely fake, tits. She moved to the
music, and each swivel of her hips was meant to entice. She ran her hands up
and down her body, caressing her breasts, and then slowly moving them down her
belly, over her pussy, and started the whole process again. Normally he would
have been all over that, but here he was, still picturing Mary sitting on his
bed, and not able to get the scent of her out of his head. This was bullshit,
and he was acting like an idiot.

He finished off his beer and set the bottle on the
bar before moving toward the busty redhead. She continued to move her hips back
and forth as she approached. He stopped in front of her, and she immediately
hooked her finger around the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer. Their
bodies connected, and he felt the firm, perfect globes of her tits against his
chest, and the softness of her thighs met his. He wrapped his hand around her
too thin waist, felt the edge of her ribs poking out, but didn’t focus on that.
Her perfume was strong and slightly nauseating, but she was a female,
relatively attractive, and wanted him. He wasn’t picky, especially not when he
was trying to get a piece of ass and forget about a certain sexy and
intelligent brunette who was tutoring him.

“Don’t I know you?” She all but purred, and lifted
her heavily made up eyes to his. She batted her eyelashes at him, and he was
sure to other guys that look made them putty in her hands. To him it just made
him even more indifferent.

“No.”

She scanned his face, and he saw her red painted
lips purse. Apparently she wasn’t used to hearing that word.

“Yeah, aren’t you a football player for OSU? I think
I’ve seen your face in the paper.”

It was possible, but he didn’t come here to talk
about his stats, and he knew neither had she, not dressed like that. He didn’t
bother responding, but did lift his head and scan the crowd again. Maybe he
wouldn’t fuck her? Maybe he should just go home and jerk off thinking of Mary?
That sounded a hell of a lot more pleasurable than what he was doing right now.
He was about to walk away and do just that when a flash of inky blackness
caught his attention. The bodies swarmed in momentarily, and the flash was
gone. How he even saw something like that with all of the shadows shrouding the
club was beyond him, but it had been something that had instantly jumped out at
him.

“Hey, you interested in me or something else?” They
continued to dance, but his mind was no longer in this, and it seemed neither
was his body since her sexual moves against him didn’t even have his dick
twitching. The song switched to something more sensual, slower, and with more
bass. The crowd parted again, and that was when he saw a strip of peach colored
flesh amidst the form fitting dark dress. The flashes of lights washed across
her, highlighted the heavy tumble of dark hair atop her head, and her killer
ass body. But when she turned to the side slightly and he saw her profile,
everything inside of him stilled. His dick got hard instantly when he saw that
Mary stood just a few feet away from him, her dancing drawing the attention of
more than one asshole in the club, his included. What was she doing here
anyway, and dressed like she wanted to be fucked? Shit, the whole, smooth
expanse of her back was exposed, and the twin feminine indents at the base of
her spine beckoned him. The material molded to her ass, and he doubted she wore
panties. Alex lifted his eyes again to her lower back, and loved that she
actually had hips, ones that he could hold onto as he pounded the shit out of
her. He had always been a sucker for a female’s back, especially those little
dimples. The redhead pressed against him and moaned, thinking his hard-on was
for her.

“You’re a big boy, aren’t you?” She ran her hands up
and down his arms, and his skin tightened in distaste. She started moving her hand
down his stomach to his full blown erection, but before she could palm him he
gently gripped her wrist, stopping her. His eyes never left the almost hypnotic
sway of Mary’s hips. Stepping away from the redhead, he started moving through
the dancing clubbers toward Mary. He didn’t give a shit when the redhead
started calling out that he was an asshole, and he certainly didn’t give a fuck
if anyone heard. All his focus was on Mary. There was another girl dancing with
her, this one with a mop of wild blonde curls, but neither she nor any other
chick in the club held his fascination like Mary Trellis.

Mary’s friend’s eyes were closed, her head was
thrown back, and her arms moved to the beat of the music that surrounded them.
Her friend seemed to want to catch the attention of others by the blatantly
sexual way she danced. Mary, on the other hand, flowed with the music, didn’t
try to catch anyone’s attention, and was oblivious to the guys that were
staring at her like they wanted between her thighs in the worst kind of way.
Shit, he was one of those guys, but the difference between them and
him
was that he was going to make it happen. Mary
would
be under him, and he would have
his dick inside of her. Rage boiled inside of him at the thought of any of
these pricks going after her, because she was too good for them.

Fuck, she was too good for
him
, but that wasn’t stopping him from moving closer, or from
reaching out to her and barely letting his finger run down the length of her
spine. She spun around, her eyes wide and her pink, bow-like lips parted in
surprise. If he didn’t want her so fucking badly he might have found her shock
amusing. She was in a club after all, one that wasn’t ignorant of people screwing
in the darkened corner, or giving blow jobs under the tables.

Alex gave her a minute to turn away and leave,
because that would have been the smart thing to do, but after a second of her
just staring at him he took a step closer until their chests almost brushed.
Her pupils dilated instantly, and his damn dick grew even harder, which was
saying a hell of a lot since the damn thing felt like it couldn’t get any
stiffer. He was a dirty fuck, one that had no business lifting his hand and
gently taking hold of her arm, but he did it anyway. He yanked her forward, and
she fell against him. Even with the noise all around them he heard her gasp of
surprise. The heat that came from her, and the way her eyelids fluttered told
him she was into this just as fucking bad as he was. Leaning closer so their
mouths were only separated by an inch, Alex stared into her eyes.

“What are you doing here, Mary?”

He didn’t phrase it as an accusation, but Tainted
wasn’t a place he ever expected to see her. It might be a place he had come
before looking for a piece of ass, but it also was full of a lot of bullshit
and a lot of filth in the form of dirty hookups.

“What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” She
tried to sound angry, but she had no heat in her voice, and also wasn’t pushing
him away.

He wrapped his hand around her waist and started
moving with her to the now slower, more erotic beat of music.
“Dancing.
It’s what people do at these places.”

For just a moment she acted like she wanted to slap
him, and that had him smirking. She was feisty, and that turned him on. The
flashes of light that had previously swept across the dance floor were now
absent as the DJ took everything down a notch. Couples moved closer together,
started fucking each other with their mouths and tongues, and ground their
pelvises together. Although he thought she shouldn’t be at a place like this,
he couldn’t deny that the atmosphere, the look and smell of her, and the way
she had now melted against him made him damn happy he found her here. His dick
was a steel rod between them, pressed tightly against her belly and all but
throbbing in time with his pulse. “So, you never answered me. What are you doing
here?”