Just One Night: Part 2 (7 page)

“Yes, about Edward. His brother. Apparently he’s bad news.”

“Mmmm, tasty. I do lurrrve me some bad boys.”

“I told him he should warn his brother, not the other way around.”

Mia holds up a hand without missing a beat. “Word, sister.”

We high five.

“So, I guess you get to do a second night with your Englishman, eh?” she asks.

My heart flips over a couple times. But then I realize she doesn’t know what my arrangement is with him and I shrug, trying to play it cool. If she catches the scent of anything it’ll ruin it. “No, it’s just a little bit of dancing, that’s it. No big deal.”

She stops her ministrations and stares me down. “Please. You were a mess over this guy just a few hours ago. Don’t think I don’t know what’s going on here. And can you believe he’s here? I mean, what rotten luck is that?”

Heart flips. Again. “There’s nothing going on here, okay? I’m a big girl. I can handle it.”

She takes me by the upper arms and looks me in the eyes. “I know you can. If you decide you don’t want this guy, he’ll be toast. Yesterday’s news. Just don’t make the decision to keep him in your life, because then it’ll just be heartache city.”

I pull my arms from her grip. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

She shrugs as she drops her lipgloss back into her purse. “Just that … he’s the kind of guy who doesn’t want anything long term, right? I mean, he answered your ad.”

My heart plummets into my toes. She’s absolutely right. “Yes, that’s true. And that’s fine. It’s totally fine.” I smile hard so she’ll see that I mean it. “This is just a very short, very fun fling, and that’s all. I got what I wanted out of the deal and tonight at the club is just a bonus.” I won’t say anything to her about any after-the-club action. All I’ll get is warnings, and I don’t need to hear any more of those from her since I’m already playing them like a broken record over and over in my own head.

“And after that you’re going to go on with your life, right?”

I nod. “Yes. Absolutely.”

“And you’re not going to mope or cry or drown your sorrows in orange juice, right?”

“Nope. I’m going to go to work, do my thing, date around, and have a good time. Just like you.”

Mia pauses as she’s walking to the door. “I’m not sure being like me is going to make you happy.”

I sigh heavily. “Are you trying to bum me out? Because you’re doing a good job.”

She shakes her head and pats me on the shoulder. “Ignore me. I’m just being a butthead.”

“Thank you for admitting that.” I pull the door open. “Come on. We have dessert to finish.”

“And some dirty dancing ahead of us.” She’s grinning like a crazy fool now.

“Don’t embarrass me at the club, that’s all I ask.”

“Who, me?” She pulls the velvet curtain open. “I would never do that to you.”

“Famous last words,” I say, taking my seat next to William.

CHAPTER EIGHT

William

THE MUSIC IN THE NIGHTCLUB is so bass-heavy, I can feel it in my bones. I’m delighted to find that the club is also ridiculously crowded. Jennifer has no choice but to press her body up against mine on the dance floor as a result.

“Ready to pull shapes?” Edward yells at Mia. He’s way too happy and entirely too loud. I wish he’d hurry up and go legless with the scotch he’s drinking so I can stop worrying about the poor girl.

“Pull shapes?” she yells back. “Do I even want to know what that means?”

He grabs her around the waist and pulls her onto the dance floor. “Dance, baby, it means dance. Come dance with me!”

She lets out a whoop as they disappear into the crowd.

“They’re having fun,” Jennifer says.

“You warned her, correct?” My days of watching over my brother as he raises Cain will never be over.

Jennifer’s hands slide up my chest as her hips begin to move with the beat. “Yes, I did. I promised I would, didn’t I?” She’s looking up at me with those innocent eyes of hers and bats her eyelashes. I want to see her face turned sideways as she closes her eyes, lost in the passion between us. I want to watch her go witless as I’m pushing inside her. I can’t stop thinking of all the ways she’s made me want her and made me laugh too. I should probably send Malcolm a thank you note for hosting that stupid party. Without him, where would I be tonight? In my office with the P&Ls. A dreadfully dull evening compared to this one, indeed.

I put my hands on her hips and slide them around back to her arse. It’s just as lovely as I remembered, soft in parts and firm in others, more than just a handful. I want to bury myself in her right now.

How long must a man pretend to enjoy clubbing before he can get to the rogering bits, anyway? I resist the urge to check my watch.

“Yes, you did promise to warn her,” I say, back in the present. I take a deep breath in and then let it out, trying to control my runaway libido. At this rate I’ll be leaving the floor with a stain on my trousers, and that would never do.

“Are you having fun?” she asks me, pressing her breasts against my chest.

I can’t help but look down at her cleavage, imagining exactly how it would feel to push my cock up between them. Oh, it would be such a tight fit, just like it was between her legs… “Yes, love, I am.” I mumble. Am I drunk? I feel as though I am.

Her movements cease for a moment and then start again. “You’re staring at my breasts again, William.”

I blink hard and look into her eyes. “Oh. Indeed. How naughty of me. My apologies.”

She giggles. I love the way it lights up her features, even in this dark place. “You are naughty. I’m not going to forgive you, though.”

“Why ever not?”

“Because. That would mean I don’t like it when you’re naughty.”

If this is not an open invitation, I don’t know what is. And I don’t need it to be engraved when a simple flirt will do. Sliding my hands up her back, I made sure to bring my thumbs around to the front of her ribcage so I can rub them over her beautiful breasts.

“You like it when I do things I shouldn’t?” I ask.

She presses into me, wiggling her hips side to side. “I like it when you do things you
should
. Like what you’re doing now.” She slowly turns in time with the music so that her back is to me, our bodies never losing contact as she goes round. Her arse is now pressed against my cock and she’s grinding against me in a circling, pulsing rhythm that matches both the music and the beating of my pulse. It crosses my mind that it would be a very simple thing to unzip my trousers, lift her skirt, and bury myself deep into her slippery wet pussy. I am in very big trouble.

Her arms come up and reach around to the back of my neck as she arches her back just slightly. Her breasts push up and over her top, begging to be touched, licked, and all manner of other things.

Yes, we are completely surrounded by strangers, but does that stop me? No. It absolutely does not. I reach up, cup her amble breasts, and pinch her nipples.

She spins around and grabs me by the front of my shirt. “Hey!” Her face is flushed and she’s pretending to frown.

My hands pause at her waist and I try to act chagrined. “Too much?” I lean down and kiss her neck. “My apologies. I get carried away with you sometimes. It isn’t my fault.”

She presses into me, and it feels as though her body is melting right into mine. “I think I need a drink,” she says in my ear.

Perhaps this is code for something else, but concern for her welfare has me taking the literal meaning. “Follow me,” I say, heading off the dance floor and over to the nearest bar. I can see the purple lights that mark its location, but there are several dark places and a throng of writhing bodies to get through before we reach our destination.

“This way!” she shouts, pulling me away from the path I’d created in my mind.

Assuming she knows this place better than I do, I follow. Our fingers intertwine, hers much smaller between mine. I admire the swing of her hips as she precedes me through the crowd. Her hourglass figure is every boy’s dream. Certainly it’s mine. I cannot wait to see it in all its naked glory again, and I pray that our plan will come to its fruition this evening. If Edward screws this up for me there will be a punch-up.

We enter a dark corridor that is decidedly empty compared to the packed room just on the other side of the wall. I see a niche coming up on our right, and I cannot help but take advantage of it. I hope she’s not too thirsty to be bothered by a minor detour. Grabbing Jennifer around the waist, I pull her into the small alcove with me.

“What the …”

“I need to touch you,” I say. Simple honesty. That’s my grand plan.

Lucky for me, the fire in her eyes is unmistakable. She puts her arms around my neck and pulls me down, her lips ready for me and her tongue coming out to greet mine.

It’s like we never left each other, as if last weekend is this weekend and we somehow skipped over time to be here at this club and not in our hotel room. The notion of
coming home
skitters across my mind as we find our groove and deepen the kiss. My pulse is growing more rapid by the second and my cock becomes hard as steel. She presses into me and moans.

“Be careful, dove, or I’ll forget how to be a gentleman.” I kiss and suck her neck, leaving a mark. I leave it to kiss her hard on the mouth when I feel her body respond.

“Forget,” she says in a whisper against my lips. “Forget all that.”

I step forward, forcing her towards the wall. Her backward motion grinds to a halt when she comes up against the unyielding surface. My hard body presses into her softer one, and I revel in the way my rod sinks into her soft cleft. It’s as if we were built for each other, hand in glove.

“Fuck me right here,” she says, her voice stronger than before. Her hands are grabbing at me in desperation, pulling my shirt out of my trousers, her nails pressing through the fabric to lightly score my skin.

“Here?” I ask, making sure I understood properly. My heart is already pounding away like a jackhammer. I don’t need more than a mere suggestion to completely forget my manners and the fact that I’m in a public place. “Fuck you. Right here in the club?”

“Yes. Here. Now.” Her leg hitches up to ride over my hip.

That’s it. The end. Done and dusted. Just as I suspected earlier, it does not take much to unzip my trousers and lift her skirt. The minor issue of panties being in the way is solved when I rip them right off her body.

“Oh my god,” she whispers hoarsely as the material falls away.

“That’s right, Jennifer,” I say, my words coming out as a growl. “Pray.”

She’s so wet, it takes no effort. My cock slides all the way in and I roar like a pathetically sex-starved lion as the sensations overwhelm me.

CHAPTER NINE

Jennifer

I HAVE COMPLETELY LOST MY mind. I’m having sex with a near stranger in the back room of a nightclub. People could come walking by at any second, and I do. Not. Care. I have never been so turned on in my entire life.

Holding onto his shirt is the only thing keeping me from falling to the ground. I can smell his cologne, his shampoo, his skin. It’s intoxicating. With every thrust he gives me, I meet him with one of my own. His dick is swollen and heavy. I’m being violated in the very best way. I can’t get enough. It’s never going to be enough. I’ve done it again, set myself up for a fall. But I’ll just go ahead and fall and worry about the consequences later.

“Harder,” I beg.

And he does exactly what I want. He nails me to the wall, grunting the entire time. I will probably have bruises on my back, but I will wear them with pride. Hurt soooo good, baby.

“Is that what you want?” he asks as he pumps me over and over.

“Yes … that’s … exactly … what … I … want…” I can barely breathe. I’m so close. When he talks to me and sounds so angry it only makes me wetter and hotter and closer to the end. It’s torture knowing it has to end and I want it to, but that I also don’t. I wish this feeling could go on forever, with the promise of extreme pleasure just around the corner, ready to consume me and make me forget everything but this.

“You’re so hot … you’re so fucking hot,” he says against my neck. “I’m going to come. Fuck, I’m going to come and I don’t have a welly on.”

“Pull out,” I say with not a lot of volume. I hate that he has to do that, but reality is what it is. I’m not ready to be a single mother.

He yanks out of me and we both grab for his dick at the same time. I stroke it right along with him and watch as he unloads into his hand. Maybe it should be gross, but it’s not. It’s hot. I made that happen with just a few words and my body. It makes me feel incredibly sexy and powerful that I can bring a man like this to his knees. William is not the type to have sex in a nightclub hallway, I’m sure of that.

I’m tingling with unspent passion and the knowledge that we just did this in the club, while hundreds of people are dancing not twenty feet away. I’ll probably never do it again, but I’m glad I did it this time. Now I just have to think about what to say to ease us through the awkward moment I feel coming on.

“Your turn,” he says, wiping his hand off on a handkerchief that he pulled from his pocket.

“What?” I look up at his dark expression.

He gives me the most devilish look I have ever seen on a man, and then he drops to his knees.

CHAPTER TEN

William

NO ONE WHO HAS EVER known me or even met me would believe this story if they heard it. I don’t believe it myself, even as it’s actually happening. Call me crazy, call me swept away with the passion, but do not call me stupid. Burying my face in her pussy in the middle of that club was the best decision I made all night.

She squeals with what sounds like a combination of surprise, fear, and delight as I lift her skirt and place my mouth on her.

“William! What are you doing?!”

Rather than answer with words, I let my tongue do the job of responding. I gently pull her lips apart with my thumbs to give myself better access. She’s thick with need and dripping with salty sweetness. Her nub stands out ready for my attentions. I lick, kiss, and suckle it, doing everything I can to hasten her satisfaction. We’re going to get caught if I don’t get down to business right away. I’ll save a more leisurely worshipping of her womanly parts for another time, hopefully later this evening.