Booty Camp Dating Service

by Debra Anastasia

  “Oh, they're going to kill me. I just tore through their wall!”

  The dressing rooms were enclosed from floor to ceiling, so he was the only one seeing her like this. At least it was a show he’d seen before.

  “They better not. That wall isn’t even close to safe. Chicks have to get in and out of those complicated dresses in there. They’ll deal with me before they get to you.” Wolf was adamant.

  He held out a hand, and she adjusted her arm to cover both nipples and allowed him to assist her.

  He looked away, which gave her a moment to ogle him. Wolf was in just his jeans—no boots and no shirt. It reminded her vaguely of Scott’s parting outfit. She wished her vagina would wise up and stop salivating when a male was dressed like that in her presence.

  He was also hard. She shouldn’t have been looking, but the sex kitten in her had to know if her near-naked state was affecting him.

  “My hero,” she offered fairly sarcastically.

  “Don’t be a wise ass.” He tried to step back into his own dressing room and tripped over the uneven wall remnants.

  Hazel had no choice but to turn her back. He pulled her to him and planted them both on the cushioned bench in his dressing room. She was sitting on his hard-on now.

  She watched in the mirror that reflected them as he rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Fate tests me.”

  She could feel the embarrassment start to curl her shoulders. “I’m sorry. I didn’t intend—”

  Wolf lifted her and rearranged her as though he did it for a living. He stopped the apology with his mouth. Hazel ended up with her knees on either side of his hips, and his hands everywhere. One was kneading her ass and the other was caressing her right breast.

  He was dry humping her, as well. It was as if he’d been waiting days to do just this to her. He stopped kissing her to suck on her other breast.

  The mirror behind him and the mirror behind her worked as a visual trampoline. They looked fuckhot like this. She moaned his name.

  “Oh God. Please don’t make any noise. I can’t stand it. My dick is going to die,” he pleaded in between sucking and kissing all the skin he could get to. She pinched his nipples hard in return.

  Her hair was in his hands now as he kissed from her jaw to her shoulder and went back to bite the base of her neck.

  “Look at these goddamned tits.” And then his hands were on them. “You in this thong and these boots are an eyegasm. Tell me I can make you come. Please, oh my God.”

  Having this grumpy, handsome fucker want her made her feel like she had superpowers. She grabbed his hair in response. “If I let you, it better be the best one of my life.”

  He was kissing her again, his tongue learning exactly what her want tasted like.

  Wolf stilled as if he were trying to find his better judgment. They were in public. She’d broken a freaking wall.

  There was a glass of an amber-colored liquid on the small table in the dressing room. She decided to use it to change his mind.

  She sat back on her heels, and he grabbed her ass to keep her steady. She picked up his glass and raised her eyebrow.

  He watched her every move like a predator about to pounce. She touched the tip of her tongue to the alcohol and licked her lips. Then she put her finger in the glass and dabbed the liquid on her shoulder.

  “Clean that up.”

  He put one hand between her legs and used his knuckle to rub her as he bit the place on her shoulder she’d just touched.

  She began moving against his hand. Then she dipped her pinkie in the drink and put a drop on her nipple.

  “And this.”

  He used two hands to move her panties out of the way while he bit and sucked her nipple.

  She tossed her head back as the pleasure of his fingers penetrating her combined with the rubbing made her forget she was in a dressing room with a man she was furious with.

  He snagged the glass just before she dropped it and set it back on the table. “You like being upside-down?” He pushed on the center of her chest until she was moving backwards, so she was no longer on her knees but lying on his extended legs, which he’d kicked out. His forethought made her shiver.

  “Look.”

  When she did, she could see her topless reflection. And then he began the work she remembered so well. She watched in the mirror as he pushed her panties to the side and then his three fingers were inside her deep.

  “You want the pinkie again?” He was bent over her, chest flexing with his exertions.

  She nodded. God help her, she wanted everything he had to give her.

  To be nearly naked with this man’s carnal scrutiny on her had to be the ingredients for pure greed.

  Wolf watched himself in the mirror and looked from her reflection to her on his lap and back again. She couldn’t reach him in this position, so she grabbed her breasts instead.

  “Yes,” he whispered, his nose flaring.

  White. She was seeing white. Reflexes had her closing her eyes.

  It was too much. She had to be quiet, so she bit her lips together while she writhed. And then he put her over the top. Fingers everywhere with his mouth on her clit, sucking on her. She almost blacked out. Hazel was sure she’d stopped breathing for a minute as she came so hard her chest hurt.

  He lifted her up while she still struggled to catch her breath. He hugged her to his chest and kissed her temple. His skin was damp and sweaty, from giving her the sensations that took her to another frigging planet.

  Lottie called from the other side, “You okay, Hazel? I’m coming in to help you get dressed!”

  “Say no. Say no right now,” Wolf demanded.

  She was confused for a minute before she put it all together. She was nearly naked. She’d ripped a hole in their wall. Lottie was about to bust in on her whore scene.

  “Fine. No. I’m fine. Sorry. I was texting. I’ll be out soon.” She sounded breathless, but at least she’d said the right words.

  Wolf stood and set Hazel on the floor, putting his hand against the door, which thankfully swung in to prevent even Lottie armed with a key from entering.

  “Well, hurry up. Your friends are waiting.”

  Hazel was in an afterglow daze, so Wolf grabbed the dress off the hanger before helping her stand. With an ease that surprised Hazel, he unzipped the bridesmaid’s gown, popped it over her head, and zipped it up. He tried to fix her hair but just turned her at the shoulders and pointed at the mirror. She adjusted as best she could.

  She looked at his jeans and his fairly prominent man problem. “You’re not wet. I know I came?” She was confused. She was a messy comer in general.

  He pointed to the door. “Go out there and stall. I’ll see what I can do to fix this.” He pointed to the ripped wall.

  She was still stuck on the fact that he wasn’t sticky from her. She pointed to her crotch and then his pants.

  He stepped closer and moved her hair out of the way, whispering, “I was ready for you, gorgeous.” Then he pulled back and purposely licked all the way around his lips.

  He’d swallowed.

  Her jaw dropped open. He was amazing.

  The slow, sexy grin he gave her in return was everything, even showing a hint of his dimple.

  Chapter 23

  (I think)

  Wolf watched her leave. That she fell, almost naked, into his dressing room was insane. He wasn’t sure what kind of test Hazel was, but he was failing at every turn.

  He should have helped her back through the hole she'd created. Instead, he’d been desperate and finger-banged her upside-down.

  It was cool. He could be cool. He decided that since she'd taken the blame for his office indiscretion, he would take the blame for this. He got dressed and made sure none of Hazel’s clothes were on his side.

  Wolf opened the dressing room door and stumbled through, holding his head.

  “Holy shit. What the actual fuck? That wall is made of paper? My damn head.”

  Chance was
the first to get to him. “What happened?”

  Wolf pointed at the dressing room. “The wall! It’s made of paper. You should warn people.”

  The salesman and tailor on the Pants side were very apologetic, quickly informing the Fancy side that the dressing room was no longer useable. They got Wolf ice for his head, and he pretended that it helped before handing it back on their way to the lobby.

  The store gave them discounts on the clothes they were ordering and didn’t charge for the alcohol they had drunk.

  When Hazel appeared, dressed in her black outfit, she’d obviously reapplied her lipstick. Having seen what she was wearing under that black outfit made his blue balls bluer.

  Chance patted his back. “If you watch her any harder you’re going to give her an X-ray.”

  Wolf clicked his tongue at his friend.

  “So convenient that the dressing room you tore a wall down to get to was hers. But you keep fighting it, brother.” Chance left him to kiss Claire.

  Peter started chatting up Hazel, letting her know that Wolf had fallen through the wall. Hazel fanned her face and blushed. “So glad I wasn’t there. That would have been… interesting.”

  Peter held the door for Hazel, and Wolf walked through behind her like a possessive asshole.

  Claire had ordered a car service, and when the minivan arrived, they all piled in. Hazel spoke to him, and he watched her lips move like a man obsessed.

  “I thought that car was yours?” She pointed to the coupe that they had gathered around earlier.

  “Nope. We took the Metro to get here. Do as the locals do and all.” Wolf wanted to sit next to her and put his arm around her so that Peter would stop looking at his girl.

  Shit.

  His girl.

  He allowed himself to let the future flash in his imagination. What he could do to Hazel if she were his. In her apartment. Or the apartment he was renting for his stay here in Garville.

  He ached in his pants. The swell of her breast was visible, and he wanted to lick it and bite it. Her arm. God, he needed it locked around his neck.

  If he didn’t get to feel her orgasm around his dick, he really thought he would die. Tasting her was not enough. Not even close.

  He glanced at her pretty face; she looked overwhelmed. He realized he was full-out creeper staring at her. Her eyes flicked down to his hand. It was balled in a fist, and he forced himself to relax it. A small smile appeared on her lips with the motion.

  Peter was talking to her again, and Wolf spent the time trying to memorize her laugh. And her glances at him. Hazel had him twisted. Obviously, he wanted to fuck her. But seeing Peter try to charm her was bringing out the worst in him.

  He hadn’t allowed himself to get attached in all these years. Now was not the time to start.

  When the car arrived at the restaurant, the place was hopping. There was outdoor dining and rooftop dancing. The Thursday nightlife here was pretty damn impressive.

  Of course, Wolf realized how much that sucked when he followed a few strides behind Hazel and saw all the men in the place check her out. No one dared look at Claire with giant, man muscle Chance’s hand on her lower back, but Hazel looked single.

  Shit.

  Hazel was single.

  When they were all settled in a spot along the wall that had ledge space for drinks, Chance went to the bar to order some. Wolf couldn’t let that happen, especially because he wasn't sure there would be time in their busy schedule to allow for a proper bachelor party before the big lug tied the knot.

  Wolf managed to catch a server and explain that the entire tab was to be put on his credit card, and he fought with Chance while he explained why the drinks were on him.

  When he finally got back to the spot where they'd left Hazel and Claire, he only found Peter. The Booty Camp security man let them know that the girls had gone upstairs to the roof to get some air. After the drinks were handed out, Wolf and Chance took the girls’ glasses up to the roof, having their tab transferred up there and ordering some snacks as well.

  Claire and Hazel were dancing together. In that sexy way only girls who knew each other very well could do. Obviously, they'd been on many dance floors together.

  With a quick glance around, Wolf saw how many men had their eyes locked in on the pair of them. When Wolf stepped behind Hazel and Chance twirled Claire in for a kiss, the stares were averted.

  Hazel turned to him. “Oh good! We had to resort to dancing together to make the guys leave us alone.”

  Wolf bit his lip and pulled her closer under the guise of speaking to her. “Where.”

  She shivered with his words, which he intentionally breathed on her sensitive neck. She pulled back and looked in his face. “I don’t know anymore. I can only see you now.”

  It was literal, he knew, but it felt much deeper when she looked at him like that.

  He nodded instead of saying, “Same. The fucking same,” like he should have because Peter was there. He tapped Hazel on the shoulder as a low-key song came on.

  “Can I have this dance?” Peter wasn’t asking permission from Wolf. Because Hazel wasn’t his. “Dancing’s cool, right, boss?” Peter smiled. He twirled Hazel away, laughing.

  Chance and Claire were already dancing. Peter pulled Hazel close. Wolf saw complete red.

  One, of course, Peter was fired. Two, he was going to kill him. Three, it was time to get Peter’s hands off Hazel.

  Wolf threaded through the crowd of dancers and tapped Peter hard on the shoulder. “Go wait for our snacks.”

  He stepped between Peter and Hazel. He could finally breathe when she was in his arms again. He shot daggers at Peter. The man had worked for Booty Camp for six months, and tomorrow he would be unemployed. No flirting with the boss’s girl.

  Hazel put her hand on his cheek. “Hi. Are you planning on showing up to this conversation or no?”

  She’d been talking and he’d missed it.

  “Sorry, what?” He looked at her now. She was gorgeous. Just devastating. Maybe that was his problem. He spent his time glowering at someone else while ignoring beauty in his arms.

  “I was saying it’s nice out.” She waved her hand in the air.

  It was. The restaurant had heaters set up on the roof, and even though it was crowded, it wasn’t sweaty. The stars that were visible were striking.

  “It is. Great. Did Peter say anything to you?” Wolf looked at their hands grasped together. Her slender fingers looked kissable, but he restrained himself.

  “No. Just asked if I was a customer anymore, and I said I wasn’t sure.” She smiled at Peter, who waved.

  “I’m fucking firing him tonight.” Wolf glared at his soon-to-be former employee.

  She looked concerned and frowned. “He seems super nice. Why the change of heart?”

  “Just business.” Wolf twirled her to break her seeking eye contact. “Don’t concern yourself.”

  She gave him a half smirk. “Never can tell me everything, right? What if I kissed you right now? How would you react to that?”

  He panicked. The last thing he needed was Peter witnessing that.

  “I see.” Hazel stopped dancing. “I’m great behind closed doors, right?”

  “Yes.”

  She got it. Behind closed doors they could do anything she wanted.

  But that was apparently not the answer to help tamp down her mounting anger.

  “If you'll excuse me, I have to use the ladies room.” She stepped backwards before adding, “Alone.”

  Wolf watched her storm away. He got it wrong. Again. He went to the table where their drinks were and noticed Peter was gone. And now he was concerned.

  Wolf waited for a few minutes while he scanned the crowd. No Peter. But he did see an unwelcome person. Scott. The ex-boyfriend extraordinaire.

  Shit.

  Chapter 24

  Cars and Men

  Hazel descended the stairs and tried to figure out what the hell Wolf’s deal was. She was damn sick of him
being everything she needed between her legs and then a dickhead after.

  As she stopped on the landing, Scott was in front of her. “Hey!” he said, apparently exuberant to see her.

  She was less so. “Scott.”

  “You here for the two-for-one mojitos?” He put his arm around her.

  “No.” She pushed him away.

  Behind her, Peter interrupted. “Hey, babe, you ready to go? This guy bothering you?”

  Hazel took the out that Peter offered. “Yeah. Thanks. No, Scott lives in my building.”

  Peter grabbed her hand as though they’d been dating for years. “Let’s get out of this place.”

  Hazel agreed, but she didn’t want to actually leave until she’d talked to Claire. It was her friend’s night, and she didn’t want to pull yet another Cinderella act just because Wolf was being a dick to her once more.

  Peter dragged her to the corner of the foyer where diners would wait for a table in the restaurant when there was a dinner service.

  “Everything okay?” Peter let go of her hand and smiled at her comfortingly. She wasn’t sure why Wolf wanted to fire Peter. He seemed like he would be good at his job.

  “Yeah. Thanks, though. I didn’t want to have a conversation with that guy.” She gestured over her shoulder with her thumb.

  Peter put his hand on her shoulder. “I could tell. Gauging a scene is part of what I do best. I pick up on details that a lot of people might miss.”

  “Lucky me.” She felt a vibration next to her breast and pulled her phone out of her bra.

  “Wow. Great place to keep that.” He didn’t give her any creepy leers, so she continued to read the text from Claire.

  Where did u go?

  She typed in a quick reply of “bathroom,” and refocused on Peter.

  “I don’t have any pockets tonight, so it will have to do.”

  “So, did you want a drink or no?” He pulled out his wallet and pointed to the bar.