The Bad Boy (Black Mountain)

The flashes of lights washed across Mary, the heavy tumble of her dark hair spilling across her shoulders, causing his fingers to twitch because he wanted to feel how soft it was. He wanted to bring the locks to his nose and inhale deeply, taking a piece of her into his lungs.

His dick got hard as he watched her start to dance, and it wasn’t lost on him that more than one asshole in the club was staring at her. How could they not? She was the most gorgeous female here. But his initial shock at seeing her, and his arousal that rose up violently, faded to the back as his possessive jealousy took precedence.

Alex didn’t like her in this place, didn’t like the barely-there dress she wore, and really didn’t fucking like the pricks eye fucking her. And a lot of them were doing the latter hardcore.

She turned and he got a glimpse of her back and he gritted his teeth in anger and in desire. The whole, smooth expanse of her back was exposed, and the twin feminine indents at the base of her spine, right above her tiny, but plump ass, had his cock so hard the fucker dug against his zipper.

The blonde pressed against him harder, and he was drawn from his focus of Mary and glanced at his dancing partner when she moaned.

“God… you’re a big boy, aren’t you?”

Fuck, he thought in annoyance. She thought his hard-on was for her.

Her hand started wandering down his stomach to his full-blown erection, but before she could palm him, he gently gripped her wrist, stopping her. And the whole time Alex watched Mary, his focus trained on the hypnotic sway of her hips, and the beads of sweat starting to form on the length of her spine.

Fuck, he wanted to lick that sweat off of her.

Stepping away from the blonde, he ignored her outraged gasp as he pushed people out of his way to get to Mary. It was a good thing Mary was dancing with another girl, because if it had been a male, Alex would have slammed his fist into the fucker’s face.

The chick dancing with Mary had a mop of wild blonde curls, but not her or 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 were above her head as she moved to the beat of the music. Her friend seemed comfortable at Tainted. And although Mary was dancing as well, there was this subtle tightness in her body, as if she wasn’t used to being at a place like this.

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Something in him snapped, and he found himself moving even closer until he was a foot from her, his arm already raised, his fingers sliding down Mary’s spine before he even knew what he was doing.

Mary 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 felt like an asshole for being so possessive of her when she wasn’t his at all.

Alex gave Mary a minute to leave him standing there like the prick he was, because she was smart like that. But after a second of her just staring at him with wide, surprised eyes, she still had yet to tell him to fuck off. And so he took a step closer until their chests almost brushed. Her pupils dilated, the black blowing out the blue and swallowing it whole.

The longer she stared at him, the harder his cock got, and the more he wanted her like a fucking fiend. He was a dirty fucker, one that had no business lifting his hand and gently taking hold of her arm. When Mary didn’t slap him for touching her again, when she didn’t move a step back, Alex pulled her forward until her chest was pressed to his.

Even with the noise all around them, he heard her gasp of surprise, felt her hands flatten on his chest acutely. The heat that came from her, and the way her eyelids fluttered as if she wanted to close them because this felt so good, told him she was into this just as fucking badly as he was.

Leaning closer so their mouths were only separated by an inch, Alex stared into her eyes, and breathed in her exhales.

“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 Mary. Hell, he didn’t want her here where all these bastards could stare at her, lust after her… thinking they could have her.

They can’t. She’s mine.

He shook his head to clear those possessive thoughts. Or at least try to.

She didn’t answer, but she also didn’t pull away from him. Alex found himself unable to control his actions. He wrapped his hand around her waist and pulled her back against him. Hard. He felt hot lust consume him as he started moving with her to the now slower, more erotic beat of music.