Obsession (11 page)

She nodded and leaned in to give me a
hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Good luck. Go get some!”

Heather and Becca made their way to
the VIP section to join the guys. I sat in my seat, my eyes
skimming the pool of dancers, secretly hoping I could find the man
who had offered to buy me a drink earlier.

Then my stomach turned in disgust at
what I saw.

There was Mitch,
practically screwing some perfect, beach bunny type on the dance
floor. Her front was to him, and her ass was nearly hanging out of
her short white dress.
Mitch
’s eyes found mine,
then gave me a smug wink as he grabbed her hips, forcefully
swinging her so her ass was grinding against him.

Mitch leaned her slightly forward, his
hips still moving into hers. I shook my head at him. Did he not
realize how ridiculous they looked? Her boobs were practically
hanging out, just like her ass was. If he thought he could get to
me this way, he was wrong. He could dance with whoever he wanted
for all I cared.

Getting under his skin was a sick game
that I enjoyed, and I planned on doing just that.

I stood tall from my
stool, feeling refreshed from the two shots courtesy of Becca. With
a devious smile, I walked toward Mitch and the girl he was dancing
with. Some guy next to Mitch was dancing with a group of guys and
girls. From the looks of it, he was the odd man out, and my plan
quickly turned.
As clich
é as it was, I wanted to
make Mitch jealous.

I tugged on the guy’s arm, getting his
attention. He turned his head and smiled when he saw me, quickly
diverting his attention. He started to talk, but I turned so my
back was against his front before he could say anything. Finding
his hands, I placed them on my hips, urging him to move with me.
The guy had decent rhythm, and the excitement he held was way too
obvious. Mitch’s eyes turned darker as he watched, pulling his
dance partner's dress up further on her thigh.

“What’s your name?” my stranger asked
as he pressed his body to mine, his hands finding my
hips.

I turned to face him, wrapping one arm
around his neck and the other around his waist. “Jamie, what’s
yours?”

“Marshall. You’ve made my
night.”

My lip quirked. I didn’t want to make
his night I only wanted to use him to piss Mitch off. Just as his
hand went to find my ass, I quickly turned again, grinding it into
his groin. His groan of pleasure didn’t go unnoticed and I rolled
my eyes. Mitch caught it, and his lip twitched.

Damn it!
I needed to step this
game up a notch.

I found Marshall’s hands
and moved them to my stomach, letting one roam dangerously close to
my breasts and the other even lower on my hip. His hand squeezed my
side, and a tremor climbed through his other hand.
Wuss
. Secretly, I was
happy for his modesty.

Mitch laughed under his breath, then
quickly pushed the blonde to the side, causing her to grunt.
“Mitch, why’d you do that?” she whined.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he said, not at
all apologetically. Before I knew what was happening, Mitch grabbed
me from Marshall, pulling me flush with his body.

“Dude, we were dancing.”

“You suck at dancing.
Lady in red
needs someone who can take the lead.” Although his words were
directed at Marshall, Mitch’s eyes were on me.

I couldn’t contain my lip from
quirking in a triumphant smile. My plan of making him jealous had
worked.

Mitch
’s strong arms caged me, his
hips moving in a seductive pace, his hands firmly holding me. He
knew what he was doing, and every part of me wanted to succumb to
his passionate intensity.

His breath was hot on my neck, his
lips dangerously close to tasting my skin. “What’s going on, Jay? I
thought you liked to be in charge?”

The fire burned deep inside of me at
his cockiness.

Taking hold of his neck with one arm
and wrapping my other around his waist, I began to move to the
rhythm of the latest Iggy song. Our eyes locked again, and the smug
gleam in his eyes wasn’t one I wanted to stare back at. I wanted to
see one emotion within those green demons: pure, unadulterated
lust.

Snaking my hand into his
back pocket was my first move, urging his groin as close to me as
possible. I wanted him to feel my heat and understand that I knew
what I wanted. I moved the hand that was around his neck slowly
down his shoulders and across his firm pecs. He was solid and
strong,
and fuck
if I wasn’t turned on by the dips of muscle my fingers found
the lower down his front I went. Once I reached his belt, my
fingers boldly slid under his shirt, feeling his damp skin. They
followed the V of his abdomen, something I knew he’d be rocking. If
I ever wanted to rip a man’s shirt off, this was the time, and I
was damn tempted. As my thumbs brushed gently over the line,
Mitch’s grasp grew firmer on my waist, his other hand traveling
lower on my back. Every inch of me wanted him to reach down and
grab my ass, but I had a point to prove, and my hormones weren’t
going to get in the way.

Thrusting my hands to his wrists, I
grabbed them and pulled them to our sides, looking up at him and
tutting my lips while shaking my head disapprovingly. At first his
eyes were stormy, but then that same mischievous gleam shined
through. Not wanting my frustration to show, I whipped my body so
my back was to his front, grinding roughly yet still in control
over our body’s movements. His hands found my hips again, but I
reached for them, putting each large hand exactly where I
wanted.

Mitch’s breath was hot on my neck, his
nose running along my pulse point and back to my ear. “That a girl,
show me how you like it,” he murmured in my ear as though he were
the devil himself. Pleasurable shivers ran through me as I moved
his hand lower on my hip, wanting those calloused fingers touching
every dip of my body. He squeezed his hand, grinding his hip in
perfect simulation with my own movements. The man had moves, and I
wanted to explore them more than anything.

Just as my senses were
going into overload, his mouth made contact with my neck, taking a
forceful suck on my heated flesh. The moan that escaped my mouth
was louder than I could control, and I was thankful for the
thumping music all around us to help drown it.
Mitch
’s tongue escaped his mouth, exploring my bare shoulder. It
felt amazing, causing me to lean back into him. My hands reached
behind my head to grab him, anything that could help reach the need
that was building deep in my core.

Mitch wrapped his arm around my waist,
finding the rhythm for us to flow along with the music. His other
hand worked its way up my chest and to the front of my neck. His
caress was gentle yet firm, but it triggered a deep and dark demon
inside of me. My breathing came to a quick halt, feeling as though
I was going to suffocate. I reached for his wrist, tearing it from
my neck. My hands trembled as I threw myself from his grasp, not
bothering to look back at him. I couldn’t even if I wanted to. Fear
blurred my vision as I stormed through the many dancers on the
floor, bumping into them as I clawed my way through the
crowd.

I had to get out of the space. It felt
too small and caging.

Finding an exit sign, I
plowed through it, falling to my knees as the fresh summer air
filled my lungs slowly. I softly massaged the tense skin on the
front of my neck. Standing to my feet was easier once I found my
breath again, my hand still clutching my neck. My pulse was racing
while my chest still rose rapidly.
Stupid.
I was being stupid.
I never should have
danced with the devil, and more importantly, I never should have
let him take control.

Gaining my composure needed to happen
fast. I’d forgotten why I was here in the first place and I was
sure Becca was wondering where I was. My face fell. I was being a
shitty friend by putting a man before her. Thank God she understood
my need for independence. She was the same way, which is probably
why we were such good friends to begin with. Running my hands over
my face one last time, I took a deep breath and entered the club to
search for Becca.

“Where the hell have you been?” Nathan
asked suspiciously as I approached our section. I brushed him off
as I searched the space, frowning when I didn’t see
Becca.

“Ladies room.
Where’
s
Becca?
” I noticed everyone was gone except
Nathan and, of course, Mitch. He was sitting on the couch with that
same blonde he’d danced with before. My eyes narrowed as I saw him
lean into her ear, making her giggle like he was the funniest
person in the world.

“They left. We ran into Chino, the
drug dealer from Grand Rapids. Tyler took a swing at him.
Hopefully, Becca can calm him down some.” Nathan grabbed my arm,
pulling me toward him and taking my focus from Mitch and his
previous dance partner. “Want to go?” he asked
irritably.

My eyes closed briefly, then turned to
Mitch again. Our eyes locked, and he gave me a fucking wink. I
wanted to slap him, but he didn’t deserve the energy. Leaving with
Nathan would cut him like it had in the past.

I always fought dirty like
that.

“Yes,” I said calmly, my fingers
moving methodically along my neck. “I want to go.”

“Are you all right?”

I nodded, even though I was anything
but all right. Nathan held his arm out for me to take, and I did
instantly, needing his comfort.

Chapter Eight

Jamie,
age 17.

Tuesdays and Thursdays were the only
days I looked forward to. For that one hour when Deputy Garetti
took his dinner break, Rod enlightened my life, forming me from a
teenager to a woman. A man’s touch was always something I’d dreamed
about, but now it was real and at my fingertips for the taking. He
knew all the right places and when to move his hands at the right
moment. I was falling hard for a man who was nearly six years older
than me, but age didn’t matter, not for that one hour.

“Where are your stockings?” Rod
muttered the second I drew the blinds and locked the
door.

“They caught on my nail when I was
putting them on after school. I thought the tear would be trashy,”
I said casually as I began to unbutton my shirt.

He stood from his seat, his blue eyes
bright yet stormy as he paced toward me. “Thursdays are stocking
days, Jamie. You should have more than one pair.”

His hands found my waist, walking me
backward until I was against the cool brick wall. Air gasped from
my mouth as he lifted me, forcefully slamming my back with his body
flush with the wall. He nipped at my bottom lip.

“I like pretending you’re a naughty
little secretary.”

His nips turned into a rough kiss,
opening my lips with his tongue, taking over my mouth like he
needed it to survive. My legs instantly wrapped around him, my
pelvis pressed against his erection. His head pulled away, and I
whimpered from the loss of contact.

“I want to see you this weekend. Let’s
go somewhere.”

His mouth found its way to my neck,
humming back to my ear. My heart sped faster. We’d never seen each
other outside of this small office.

“Really?” I gasped as he gently tugged
on my ear with his teeth. “What if someone sees us?”

He pulled his mouth from
my ear, his eyes burning with passion. “
I don
’t
fucking care who sees us.”

My insides fluttered at his want to
expose us, but the slight fear in the back of my mind wasn’t far
away. “It could ruin your career, and my parents could find
out…”

Rod looked at me intently,
then unhooked his hands from my hips, setting me flat on the
ground. His arms found the brick wall on either side of me, caging
me to him. “
I don
’t care about my career right
now. I’m in love with you, Jamie.”

“You are?
”
I squeaked.
He loved me? I grinned like the seventeen-year-old I
was.
He loved me.

“Yes. Madly. Now tell me you love me,
too,” he demanded.

Wrapping my arms around his neck I
nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, I love you, too.”

His smile was wicked the
moment the words came off my lips. The chaste kiss filled with
excitement was exhilarating. His hands quickly rose to my shoulders
and pressed to my neck. “
You're mine
now, Jamie.
Always.” His words were strong and possessed, promising danger. A
commitment no one should make after only a month's time of being
purely physical, but he made me feel wanted and loved.

“Tell me,
” he demanded.

“I’m yours,” I whispered with starry
eyes.

The pressure of his hands on my neck
increased as his brows furrowed. I was confused now, not sure why
he was unhappy with my proclamation.