Rich Player (The Dirty Thirty Pledge 3)

In the meantime, I came to dance. And I came to drink. I buy a shot and toss it back, savoring the burn down my throat before going out to the dance floor. I’ve never had a problem finding people to dance with, and this evening is no exception.

A sexy as fuck redhead slides up to me, spinning and pinning her ass against me. She’s got curves for days, and the way she’s grinding against me feels damn good. Hell, if I play my cards right, I could cross off a few notches tonight. One in the club bathroom before finding another one or two to take back to my room.

I didn’t skimp on the room either. I got a massive suite on one of the highest floors of the hotel. I could throw a kickass party there. Maybe I’ll do that tomorrow.

She turns towards me, dragging her body across mine, and I’m so here for it. Hell yeah. She’s so fucking hot, I can’t believe that she’s the first woman that I’m dancing with tonight. Even if I don’t fuck her, I can imagine her on her knees giving my cock a good suck. Coming down her throat sounds really good right now.

Does that count for the pledge? I hadn’t even thought of it. But I might have to, because she’s looking at me like she might want to eat me right here on the dance floor. And I would let her.

There’s a flash of movement beyond her that catches my eyes. We’re surrounded by movement, but this seems strange. I look harder, trying to find what drew my attention, and it’s there. Years of bartending are sending my instincts soaring right now.

Another woman, this one just as gorgeous as the one I’m dancing with now, but completely different. She’s tall and lithe, with black hair that flows straight down her back. She’s wearing a top cropped off to show her toned stomach, and there’s a tiny bit of glitter on her skin that’s reflecting off the club lights.

God, I could imagine licking that glitter off her skin and seeing how far it’s spread beneath her clothes. But as gorgeous as she is, she’s not what caught my attention. It’s the guy dancing with her. She’s pushing him away, but he’s pushing right back. But not only that, he’s got his hand on his dick and he’s trying to push it onto her.

This is not a ‘I’m going to dance with you’ move. It’s a ‘I’m going to try to fuck you whether you want me to or not, and I don’t care’ move.

Anyone can say anything they want about the way that I sleep around, but I would never, ever, force myself on anyone. Anyone who comes to bed with me is there because she wants to be there, and no other reason. I don’t sleep with people who’ve said no, or have had so much to drink that they can’t say yes.

The woman pushes him away, and I’m satisfied. I go back to dancing with the redhead, but only for a second, because he’s following her through the crowd, forcing himself close to her, rubbing on her again.

Fuck.

It’ll take me too long to find a bouncer or a bartender who can throw this guy out on his ass before something worse happens. Smiling at the redhead, I say, “Excuse me,” before pushing through the crowd toward the creep. The dark-haired woman is on the move again, trying to get away, and this time she’s moving right toward me. Am I the only person in here who’s seeing what’s going on? Or am I the only one who’s willing to do anything about it? If the answer to either of those questions is yes, it’s unacceptable.

I aim toward her, and we nearly collide. I slip my hand around her bare waist and turn, putting myself between her and the guy that’s following her. She struggles for a second, and I let her go. “Dance with me,” I say quickly.

“No,” she says, glancing behind me.

I put my hand on her arm and catch her eye so that she’s looking at me, and I swing my eyes back toward her follower. “Dance with me, just for a little while.”

Her body relaxes, and I see that she understands. Nodding, she lets me slip closer. “Okay.”

I pull her against me. Not so close that she’s going to feel like I’m a creep, but close enough that it looks possessive. “Are you all right?” I ask in her ear.

“Yeah,” she says. “Thanks. I was trying to get him to leave me alone. And this last time I was headed for the door.”

I see the guy come around, approaching her from the opposite direction, and I spin us so that I’m between them again. “I thought about that, and I thought that this would be faster. But get a good look at him,” I say, “because he’s definitely getting thrown out of here. If it’s not you, it’s going to be someone else.”