Behind The Book (Sexy 2)

I keep the grin on my face and hop off the counter, keeping eye contact with him. “Maybe you just aren’t listening close enough or you can’t hear shit over the ball and chain you have to drag around on your fucking ankle.” We stare at each other and both start laughing when neither of us says anything else.

“I can only imagine. You guys ready to get the hell out of here?” Brody breaks us out of our stare down laughing fit and we get ready to go.

We call a cab and wait outside while Ja

x and I have a quick smoke. “Brody, don’t puss out on me tonight. I’d do the same for you, but you never make a damn move on anyone.” I laugh but he punches me in the arm. Fucking asshole is just like his brother.

“You never know, Blake, I might find someone tonight.” Jax and I laugh and he hits us both.

“Brody, you say that shit all the time and you end up sitting at the bar, nursing a beer. It’s not that Blake and I don’t think you can’t get someone, it’s that you never try.”

Jax is right. Brody could have any girl he wants. He just doesn’t put himself out there. I can’t say I understand, since I’ve never had my heart ripped out, but I can say I understand what it’s like to constantly think about someone. There I go again. We need to get to the bar.

Thankfully, the cab gets there shortly after my mind starts going in that direction again. The ride to the club is quick, and when we get out of the cab, I can’t wait to get inside to get a shot and find someone to dance with. We go in and it’s packed, which isn’t surprising for a Friday night. We head straight to the bar and all get a shot and a beer. The bartender hands us the shots and I raise mine.

“To a night of drinks and women.” Jax rolls his eyes and Brody shakes his head, but they hit my glass and we toss back the shot. I slam my glass on the bar and tell the bartender to give us each another. He fills the glasses back up. I don’t say anything this time, and we just throw them back. “Hell yes. Let’s go find some ladies.” We grab our beers and walk toward the dance floor. It’s hard to make anyone out with so many people crammed together. I won’t let it deter me though. I have a plan, and I intend to see it through.

“I’ll be right back,” Jax says.

I nod at him and turn to Brody. “It’s fucking packed. I’m going to push my way on the dance floor. Since you’re my wingman, you’ll be coming.”

He laughs and guzzles half his beer. “All right, let’s go, but Blake, just so you know, this is the last time you volunteer me for wingman.”

I laugh as I push my way onto the dance floor. I find a spot and, luckily for me, there’s a sexy blonde shaking her ass. I look over at Brody and wink. He shakes his head and stands there like a fucking puss. I sip my beer and watch to make sure she isn’t here with someone. When I see her friend, who would be perfect for Brody, I know she’s here with friends. I move closer and wrap my arm around her waist. I hear her suck in a breath, and she whips her head around to look at me.

“Oh, ummm, hey.” She spins around facing me, and I keep my arm wrapped around her.

“Hey. You want to dance?” I give her my grin and I see her blush. Yep, she’s totally game for this.

“Umm, sure. I’m Kate.”

I pull her closer, sip my beer, and give her a wink. “Beautiful name for a beautiful woman. I’m Blake.”

Her eyes get wide and her mouth drops open a bit. “Blake Foster, oh my God. Holy shit, I’m a huge fan.”

This is great for my ego. I start moving to the beat and move my hand down to her ass. She bites her lip and moves with me. This is what I need, a sexy woman pressed up against me and a beer in my hand.

We dance for a few songs, and it’s becoming exploring hands. She’s shy, which is cute, but if I’m going to deal with shy, I need another beer. I move in close and purposely run my knuckles on her neck as I move her hair away from her ear. “Let’s go get a drink.”

She appears a bit uncertain, but when I run my hand down her back, lightly across her ass, and around front to grab her hand, she smiles and goes with me. One thing I know is women. I know what they want to hear and how to touch them to have them begging me. Not that I want this girl begging, well, not yet, but I know how to get her to that point.

We get to the bar and I order us each a shot, a beer for myself, and some pink frou-frou drink for her. I lean against the bar and wink at her. I might be eating my words, because this girl is either trashed or extremely nervous around me. I take her hand and she peeks down at it.

“Kate.” She glances at me and I grin. “Do I make you nervous?” She drops her head and stares at the floor. Holy crap, this girl is a little too much for me. I’m not really the kind of guy who goes for shy girls. I like them to have confidence. The bartender hands me the shots and drinks, so I pay him and hand her a shot. “I’ll tell you what. Let’s do these shots, and then you can go back to your friends.” I can see her visibly relax and I blow out a breath. We toss back the shots and I hand her the pink drink. “Thanks for the dance. Have a good night.”

She blushes and takes the drink. “Thank you, Blake Foster.” She quickly goes back to her friends and I hop up on a barstool. Sometimes it’s better to just sit and regroup. Halfway through my beer, I realize my wingman and best friend are both missing. What the fuck? I pull my phone out of my pocket and check it, but no missed texts. It wouldn’t be the first time they left me, but what the hell? We haven’t even been here long. I’m not even drunk yet.

I decide to go outside for a quick smoke. I lean up against the brick wall and watch people coming and going. The amount of people stumbling out of the bar amazes me. Either they must have gotten here early or they just can’t hold their alcohol.

“Well, if it isn’t Blake Foster.” I grin and turn around to the familiar voice.

“Emily Slone. It’s been a while.” I put my cigarette in the ashtray and pull her in for a hug. Emily is an extremely sexy model friend with benefits. Whenever either of us is having a dry spell or just a lonely night, we give each other a call. It’s been a few months since we were last together, and I think I just found the solution to my blue balls.

“It sure has been a while. Where the hell have you been hiding?”

I wink at her and lean back up against the wall. “You know me, Em, I don’t hide. I’m always front and center.”

She gives me that flirty smile of hers and moves a bit closer. “I guess I just haven’t been looking close enough. So, you have any plans tonight?”