“Then goodbye Jake,” were her low words. “Goodbye.”
I sat there, stricken for a moment. Goodbye? Just like that? A rush of thoughts crowded my mind. Because no way was I ready for goodbye. I figured we’d talk a little, maybe fight, and then make-up with a down and dirty session. Goodbye? Now? Holy shit, I wasn’t ready.
So I reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling that curvy form to a halt. Fuck, she smelled so good, and I inhaled deeply, chest expanding. I could smell her all day, especially in a cesspool like this.
“Lacey,” came my low growl, persuasive yet rough. “Come on.”
But she shook her head furiously, refusing to look me in the eye.
“No,” the girl ground out under her breath. “This isn’t right. We have to have a plan. We have to do something, Jake,” she turned to me once more, eyes wide and pleading. “Don’t do this.”
No matter that her words didn’t make sense. I got what she was saying. This thing, whatever it was between us, was off-limits and taboo. More than taboo, it was triple-X forbidden.
But I couldn’t be controlled. I haven’t met a girl like this in ages, if ever, come to think about it. So my fingers gripped tightly into her arm, pressing so that it hurt.
“Ouch!” she squealed, looking down, still trying to pull away. “Stop!”
We were starting to make a scene, even in the crowded club. So I gripped harder and pulled the girl close.
“Lacey,” I ground out in a warning. “We have to talk. But goodbye isn’t now.”
She shook her head desperately.
“No Jake, this isn’t right. Now let go —“
Her words were cut off because I kissed her then. Yep, right there, in public, with members of the wedding party swirling around, I put my lips on that sweet pout and took what was mine.
Dangerous? Hell yeah.
Taboo? You bet.
But a hundred percent right? On the money, every time.
And the girl knew it too. She struggled at first, pushing at my massive chest, but it was no use. I’m double her weight and more than a foot taller than the brunette. My arms were like steel bands around that curvy form, pulling her to my hardness.
“Ummm–!” she protested at first, struggling against my mass. But the squirming stopped after a few seconds, and soon the sweet brunette was melting into my arms. “Mmmm,” was her next moan, that warm, hot breath mixing with mine.
But still, sanity prevailed. Because abruptly, the girl pushed against my chest again.
“Stop, stop!” came her desperate pant, eyes wide and begging. “We’re in public. Anybody can see.”
Frantically, Lacey pulled away, body twisting as she looked around. But no one noticed. It was dark, and Amanda and her buddies were still going at it, grinding and bumping on a male stripper. Poor guy. He was in hell, a bunch of forty year-old chicks rubbing themselves all over him. Dudes like that deserve hazard pay, I tell you.
So I ran with it. Grabbing Lacey’s hand, I pulled her close once more.
“No baby girl,” came my harsh whisper in her ear. “It ends when I say it ends, and not a moment sooner.”
And with that, she gave in. Those eyes closed, lashes fluttering shut as our lips met once more. It was crazy, completely insane. The two of us in a liplock, sparks flying so high and bright that anyone could see. We were asking for it, for sure.
And yet strangely, the contact was more meaningful than anything that’s ever happened in my life. This brunette pulled my emotions like no one ever before, making my stomach churn and gut roil unsteadily, everything else around us fading to black.
And the monster awakened, ravenous as fuck.
So I grabbed her chin in my hand, looking deep into those caramel depths.
“You and me, Lacey,” was my rough growl. “You and me.”
And the way she responded this time made my knees buckle, heart on a rollercoaster. Because the female gazed into my eyes, trusting and willing, putting her soul into her words.
“Yes, Jake,” came that breathy whisper against my mouth. “Yes, it’s just us.”
And aw shit, but it was over then. Because I was putty in her hands. Me, Jake Mason, the dude who’s dirty enough to marry a woman for her connections, who’s willing to roll in the gutter to get what he wants, lost it all. Somehow, this teen girl penetrated my defenses, and I was desperate to make her mine once again, to put my stamp on that sweet form.
So springing into action, I dragged her to the men’s bathroom. Gentlemanly? Fuck no. Nice? Hell no. But like I caveman, I had to have her, putting my imprint on that sweet body.
And Lacey needed it too. Once we were inside, she headed straight for the handicap restroom, trembling as I slammed the metal door shut behind us.