Hold On (8 page)

She turns, sees me looking at them, and smiles again. This time it isn’t so sincere.
Whatever. This isn’t a battle I feel like fighting tonight. Danny joins us again after
she walks away. I kiss him on the cheek. “Thank you.”

“Sorry about that. I think it was planned. Did you tell them you were coming?”

“It’s not your fault. Serena overheard me talking about it.”

“Well, Yvette knows Julian is out of town and I’m sure they thought it was a great
opportunity to come see you.”

I don’t hide my sarcasm. “Well, I’m glad I dressed for the occasion.” He chuckles.
“Should I be flattered they made the effort?”

Danny looks at me seriously. “Lexie, Julian hasn’t been with one woman for more than
a few weeks in close to ten years. You really are different to him. So yes, you’re
a little bit of a novelty.”

I shake my head and go sit at the table with my friends. Jenna is still out on the
floor with Marco and Danny asks Lauren to dance. When they leave, Marissa, Shannon,
and I recap the encounter.

“Damn. I’m completely sober now. Total buzz-kill.”

“Then let’s do another shot.” I look at Marissa through squinty eyes. She’s never
the one to suggest shots.

Shannon and I agree and one more turns into two and when we hit the dance floor a
little while later, my buzz is back and so is my good mood. I see Yvette, Serena,
and Alejandra across the dance floor from time to time but I don’t focus on them and
don’t let them ruin my night. Danny and Lauren are nowhere to be found and neither
are Marco and Jenna. Oh well, I’m not in charge.

I’m proud of myself for not getting all bent out of shape about Julian’s ex-fiancé
being here. A few weeks ago it would’ve sent me right over the cliff. I don’t like
seeing her or thinking about her but I’m determined not to get caught up in my insecurity
trap. We’re about to leave the dance floor to get a drink when Robin Thicke’s Blurred
Lines comes on. I love this song. It’s got a great beat and its fun. We continue to
dance and when I turn around, I see something that makes my heart drop … in a good
way.

Julian, my man, is leaning against the bar a few feet away. He has one arm on the
bar and one leg crossed over the other in a very causal pose. He’s wearing dark jeans
that make his long legs look like they go on forever and a very form-fitting, black
button down. Fuck. He’s so hot. I actually get butterflies looking at him. He doesn’t
exactly smile when he sees me but he does bite his lower lip a little. I can’t read
his expression. He looks a little irritated, a little flirty, a little nonchalant,
and a whole lot of hot all wrapped up into one gorgeous image. When he sees I’ve spotted
him, he crooks his finger and motions for me to come closer. Um okay … on my way.

The song is still on and I’m feeling the lyrics. I’m also feeling a little bit buzzed
and horny. Julian has that effect on me and I’m not embarrassed to admit sometimes
I just need to look at him to get turned on. I walk over to him and when I’m in front
of him, I continue to dance seductively and mouth the words to the song:

I know you want it
I know you want it
The way you grab me
Must wanna get nasty

He looks at me with an amused expression on his face. He lets me do my thing for a
minute and then pulls me in close and whispers in my ear, “Fuck yeah I want it, Alexa,
and so do all the other men watching you shake your sexy ass on the dance floor. Thanks
for reminding me why I shouldn’t let you go dancing alone.”

I lean into him and put my mouth to his ear. “I only want to get nasty with you.”

I hear the sharp intake of his breath and it sends a warm rush of desire through my
body.

Julian puts his mouth on mine and nips at my lower lip. “Is that so, Corazón? I’d
love to get nasty with you. Lista?”

Am I ready? I was ready the second I saw him. “I’m always ready for you, Julian. If
you put your hand between my legs you’d see just how lista I am.”

Julian is still holding me close and I can feel the effect my words and my body are
having on him. He’s ready too. “Mmm. You’re something else. I’m not sure I want to
wait to get back to my condo. I’ve missed you. I’ve missed this.” He runs his hands
down my sides and leaves one of them on my ass. He squeezes it softly.

“Who drove?” And just like that, Julian is back to being Mr. Responsible.

“Jenna, but I don’t know where she is. She went off with Marco and Lauren went off
with Danny. Last time I saw Steve he was with Yvette, Serena, and Alejandra. Marissa
and Shannon are dancing.” I ramble the words off in my “distracted by his hotness
state”, not remembering Julian has no idea I met Alejandra tonight.

Julian pulls away and looks at me like I just spoke in Swahili. “What did you just
say?”

Oops. “You heard me right. Don’t freak out, because I didn’t. Serena, Yvette, and
Alejandra are here and I had the pleasure of meeting your cousin and your ex-fiancé.
She’s not what I expected.”

Julian is never speechless but now he’s speechless. My back is to the dance floor
and when I look up at him, I see a dark expression cross his face. I assume he sees
them and isn’t happy about it. I turn around and see I’m right. They’re all standing
a few feet away, staring at us. He steps to the side of me and starts to walk towards
them. I grab his arm and discreetly pull him back.

“Don’t. Please. You’ll make me look stupid if you run over there and make a scene.
It’s all good. I promise. I handled it … with Danny’s help. We can talk about it later,
after you show me how much you missed me.” I keep my tone flirty in the hope he lets
it go. He looks down at me and I smile. “Seriously, I’m fine. You don’t need to say
a word to anyone. Except Danny maybe, who seems to have broken up with Gabby, and
is getting busy with one of my good friends.”

Julian chuckles a little and gives me a sweet kiss. Good, I’ve distracted him.

“Danny is a big boy and I’m sure Lauren can take care of herself. Danny and Gabby
are on and off all the time. He won’t commit so she leaves. He can’t be without her
so he goes back and she takes him. It’s been going on for years. It’s not my business
or yours.”

I shrug my shoulders. He’s right. I have enough difficulty managing my own life. “Okay.
I’m out of it. Let me tell the girls I’m leaving.”

We walk over to the table where Marissa, Shannon, Jenna, and Marco are now sitting.
Julian shakes Marco’s hand and gives the girls a kiss on the cheek. “Anybody sober
enough to drive?” I look around at the glazed look on everyone’s face, including Jenna’s,
and can answer the question for them.

“No. They’re all buzzed.”

Julian looks at me with a smirk. “You too, Lexie?”

I pinch my fingers together. “Un poquito.” He raises his eyebrows and I defend myself.
“I was never going to drive.”

He shakes his head like he’s a dad disappointed in his kids. “Do you girls want to
spend the night here? I can either get you a room or get you a ride. You aren’t driving
home.”

They look at each other and then at me. I shrug my shoulders as if to say I have no
control over Julian. He does this and it makes me feel like a little girl in some
respects, but in others it makes me feel taken care of. That he cares about my friends
means a lot to me too. He gets they’re my family and he treats them that way.

“If you don’t mind, Julian, it’s probably a good idea.” Marissa is slurring her words
a little and it makes me laugh. It also makes Julian give me a dirty look. He turns
his back to us, makes a call, and gets a room for them. He turns around but not before
he whispers something about us not being very responsible. I just shake my head. He’s
the buzz-kill now. I’m not even close to drunk and what these girls do isn’t his business.

“We’re almost sold out tonight so I just got one room. I hope that’s okay. Go to the
front desk and see Gloria. She’ll take care of you.”

They thank him for the room and for the night. Julian smiles at them and turns to
Marco. “Y tu? Donde vas a pasar la noche?” He wants to know where Marco is sleeping.
I look at Jenna, who doesn’t speak a word of Spanish. She has a drunk smile on her
face and looks happy.

Marco looks at me before he responds. “Todavia, no lo se.” He doesn’t know yet. He’s
waiting to see if he’s getting lucky. He smiles at me and shrugs his shoulders. I
think about what Julian said, they’re all adults, and I have, or he has, done his
part to make sure they finish the night in one piece.

After we say our goodbyes, Julian grabs my hand tightly, and heads out of Stellar.
He’s walking fast and I need to remind him I’m in five and a half inch heels. “Slow
down, please. I can’t walk that fast in these heels.”

He stops and turns to look at me. He stares at my feet and lets his eyes caress my
whole body as he moves his gaze up. When his eyes meet mine, I see nothing but pure
desire in their green depths. He’s out of patience.

“Lo siento, mi amor. I’m in a hurry to get you naked and under me.” He walks a little
slower as we make our way to the garage but his urgency is obvious.

I slide into the passenger seat and inhale. The car smells like him. It makes me think
about his body. I want him naked too.

I buckle in and turn my head to look at him. “I didn’t think I’d see you until tomorrow.
Why didn’t you call me and let me know?”

He starts the car, turns his head and shakes it at me. “I did. You haven’t answered
for hours. I knew you were here so it wasn’t a big deal, but you really need to get
better at checking your phone. I hate not being able to get in touch with you. I makes
me crazy, baby.”

I haven’t even looked at my phone since we left the house. Why would I? I don’t argue
though. “Sorry.”

He tells me not to worry. “No te preocupes. Ya estas conmigo.” He flashes me the sweetest,
sexiest smile and my heart melts. I’ve learned the more Julian speaks to me in Spanish,
the more emotional he’s feeling. He could be mad, sad, or totally turned on, but when
the Spanish starts flowing I know he’s completely dialed into me.

We get back to the Bellavista in minutes and up to his floor quickly. I’m barely in
the door when I feel Julian’s hand under my shirt caressing my breast. He pins me
against the wall so our bodies are pressed firmly against each other. I feel his erection
against my leg and I reach out and run my hand over it. I squeeze him just a little
and slide my tongue into his mouth. “Listo?”

He runs his moist tongue across my bottom lip. “I’ve been ready for you since I saw
your ass peeking out of these hot, but too short, shorts. My dick’s been hard since
I saw the outline of your bra from across the room. I’m not sure I’m a fan of this
outfit, Alexa. It only leaves a little to the imagination.”

I keep kissing him as I unbutton and unzip his jeans. I slide my hand in and wrap
it around his bare shaft. He wasn’t lying about being hard. “Next time I’ll wear a
suit of armor. Would that be better?”

I run my tongue up his neck and nip at his earlobe. He moans and presses his hardness
into my hand. “You have no idea how fucking sexy you are. There’s something about
you that just draws guys to you. You don’t see it, baby, but I do.”

I keep running my tongue around his ear and pause to respond. “It’s sweet that you’re
a little jealous, but I don’t see it because I don’t care. I only have eyes for you.
I only want you.” I pull his jeans down with me as I slide to my knees. “I only want
this.”

The groan that comes from him when I take him in my mouth and run my tongue around
the head of his dick is deep and laden with desire. He grabs my hair and pulls the
clip out so my hair falls over his shaft as I take him deeper into my mouth. I knead
his balls with my free hand and get into a rhythm that has him moaning and moving
his hips into me. I know some women don’t like giving blow jobs, but I love to watch,
hear, and feel Julian lose control like this. It’s the only time he does. It makes
me feel powerful and it makes me wet.

I don’t stop until I feel Julian’s knees buckle as he explodes into my mouth. I look
up at him and see his orgasm hasn’t quelled his need. One look in his eyes shows me
he’s nowhere near done with me. He reaches down, grabs my hands, and pulls me up to
him. He kisses me deeply and I wonder how he feels about tasting himself in my mouth.
I think it’s erotic as hell. I don’t know if it’s the alcohol or that we haven’t had
sex in a few days, but I’m dying for him to fuck me. I am feeling sexy and wanton.
I wasn’t kidding about wanting him to do nasty things to me.

“That was hot. I love having your hard dick in my mouth. I love watching and hearing
you come. It makes me so wet.”

“Is that so, baby? Let me feel how wet you are.” He unbuttons my shorts and slides
his hand under my panties and in between my legs. His fingertip is soft on my clit
as he runs it back and forth through the slickness he’s created. A throaty moan escapes
through my clenched teeth and I grab his hand and hold it to me. I don’t want him
to stop touching me. I’m so aroused it won’t take but a few more passes of his fingertip
before I’m coming. He doesn’t take my hint and pulls his hand away. He brings his
fingertip up to his mouth and runs it over his lips before he dips it in his mouth.
He sucks on his own finger for a moment, tasting me and turning me on even more. “Mmm.
Dulce.”

I lean my body into his so his knee is between my legs. It’s a position reminiscent
of our first sexual encounter. I was so turned on that night he didn’t even need to
touch me to make me orgasm. I’m going for a repeat right now as I grind myself into
him.

Julian grabs my hair and pulls my face back so I’m looking at him. He licks his lips
again. Damn. “Someone wants to get off. Is that right, sexy girl? Do I need to make
you come?”

I put my mouth on his and suck on his lower lip as I push my needy center into him.
My answer comes out in a growl. “Yes. Make me come. Please. I want you so bad. So
bad.”