Lawful: Gia ~ Hunter ~ Julian ~ Jarrod

“Well, find someone to dance with,” Hunter grumbles.

“Well now, that’s the thing. No one wants to dance with me because there’s this big guy growling at anyone who comes close.”

Hunter raises an eyebrow in surprise.

“So, as you’re putting the fear of god into everyone, I figured you might as well dance with me.”

I try not to laugh at the brief look of horror that crosses his face. I’ve noticed he’s good at hiding his thoughts behind a mask so having caught him unaware fills me with unexpected joy.

As the music changes from the hard rock beat to a much more sensual one, I slide my hand into Hunters and drag him up from the stool he’d claimed a couple of hours before.

Under no illusion, I know that I wouldn’t have been able to move him if he hadn’t wanted to be moved.

The closer we walk to the dance floor, the more the butterflies in my stomach are trying to explode. Everyone, apart from my two friends, think I love nothing more than having a good time, but in truth it takes a lot to give everyone that impression. When, in fact, I’m completely opposite. I’m shy. I get tongue-tied often, which I hide behind rudeness. I hardly ever shop and what I do spend on clothes isn’t spent in designer shops unless I need an evening dress to wear to accompany my father to a dinner.

The man whose hand is now wrapped tightly around mine is under the impression that I’m a spoiled little rich girl. He’ll have a shock when he discovers I’m anything but. On Monday he’ll start to get the correct picture about me, and I only hope he won’t write it up in any report he has to do while he’s acting as my bodyguard.

With a tug on my hand, Hunter has me up against him on the dance floor. This sends all thoughts of Monday, reports, and basically everything out of my head. All I can think about is the man who is plastered from knees to chest against my back. He brings my hand up onto my stomach, but keeps his fingers entwined with mine and presses me closer. With my other hand, I reach back and grip the back pocket of his jeans.

Without missing a beat, we stay glued together through two sensual songs. When a third starts up, and Hunter shows no signs of letting me go, I feel brave and pull him closer as I squeeze his butt. A grin spreads across my face when I feel him grow against my bottom.

I have little experience with men. I’m not a virgin thanks to a fumbling act in my ex-boyfriend’s bed. Despite that, I don’t really need a lot of experience to know that the man behind me is enjoying having me plastered against him.

Unable to let an opportunity pass with how turned on I am, I lift my hand from his butt and wrap it around his neck. He shudders. My back arches away from him, which causes my bottom to push harder into his arousal.

He grips my hips with his hands and keeps me pressed against him while we move to the slow beat. His cock is hard and long against me, and the more I rub against him, the wetter my panties become.

I’m so turned on, and I have forgotten we’re in public, in a club, with eyes on us. Regardless, all I want is for Hunter to lift my dress and to slide his fingers into my panties. One touch is all it will take to send me into oblivion.

“Gia,” he hisses between his clenched teeth, clamping down on my wiggling bottom by placing his hand with splayed fingers on my pubic bone. His cock jerks against me. My eyes roll back in pleasure. He’s centimeters from touching my clit. “You’re playing with fire.”

“I know,” I moan in response. “Don’t stop. Please. Please don’t stop.”

“Fuck!” Hunter cusses before stepping away.

He holds a hand out to steady me after he’s brought me abruptly out of the sexual fog I was in—that we both were in.

Opening my mouth to say something witty, nothing comes out. What can I say? Sorry for riding your cock? I feel embarrassed having been lost in lust. I’m not the only one though—he’s as much to blame.

“If you want a quick fuck then I’m sure you’ll find someone more willing than me. I don’t fuck girls—I fuck women—sexy women. Which isn’t you,” Hunter spits out in a hard voice.

Seconds away from kneeing him in the junk, I get in his face and ask, “What the fuck was that against my ass?”

Hunter laughs. “How the fuck do you expect me to react having a curvy piece of ass grinding against my dick.”

In shock and close to tears, I turn and flee through the club to the restroom. Seconds after I enter, Parker and Ivy appear.

“Oh my God. That was the hottest dance ever,” Parker gushes.

“Parker, stop being an idiot. Something’s wrong,” Ivy adds with a nod in my direction.

“Shit, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay Parker. I’m fine.” I swipe at my watering eyes with the paper towels Ivy passes me. “He said he only fucks women. Sexy women and that’s not me,” I tell my best friends and I’m not successful in keeping my emotions in check as a lone tear slips down my face.

“Um, I’m not sure what he means because I’m telling you that guy wanted you. You couldn’t see his face, but I did.” Ivy turns to Parker. “Did you?”

When Parker nods Ivy continues, “That man wanted you. It was written all over his face. He even went to kiss the top of your head twice. So don’t let him tell you otherwise.”