Last night, after work, he kissed me like he always does with full on passion. When I suggested he stay the night, I was dejected when he turned me down by saying he had to be at the shop by six. So then I said, “I promise to make it worth your while” and he kissed me on my forehead and still said he couldn’t.
“Trust me, when he sees you tonight, he won’t be able to stop himself. He’s going to flip his shit.”
“You think?” I pinch at the sides of my dress, unsure.
She turns and faces me with a serious expression and grabs me by the arms. “I know. Sophie, the man eye fucks you constantly. And that’s when you’re wearing capris and loose tops.”
“He does?” She’s probably misconstruing his typical intense demeanor for something else.
“Yeah,” she says like I should already know this and laughs. “How do you not notice it?”
I shrug and look at myself in the mirror again for a boost of confidence. I hope Rooter likes what he sees. I want to make him want me so much that he can’t keep his hands off of me. I’ve been going through withdrawals the past couple days, craving his touch. Yearning for the feeling of his wet mouth on my bare skin.
“Girl, listen, you may not even make it out of the house tonight once he sees you.”
“I hope you’re right.”
“Trust me. I’m right.”
I text Rooter to let him and Bear know we’re ready. The limo is waiting. I stand in the living room fidgeting with the hem of my dress. Maybe it’s too short. What if my tape gives away and a boob pops out while I’m dancing? What if Rooter thinks I look ridiculous? My heart pounds in my chest. I shouldn’t have bought this dress. Who am I kidding? I can’t pull this off. This isn’t me. I’m not sexy. I’m cute, athletic Sophie who ran track in high school.
All the girls who ran track in high school constantly complained about their boobs hurting when they ran, but not me. My boobs weren’t big enough to cause me pain. If there actually was an itty bitty titty committee, I could be the president. I take after my mom in that department.
“You look amazing, Sophie.” Miranda squeezes my hand reassuringly.
I bite my lip. “I think this dress was a mistake.”
“That dress is definitely not a mistake. You wait and see.”
And then there’s a knock on the door. Too late to change now. I begin to hyperventilate so I take a deep breath and hold my head high in an attempt to appear confident when Miranda opens the door. Rooter steps through the threshold and the moment his eyes land on me they bug out of his head and his jaw goes slack.
“Goddamn,” he says and walks to me. His eyes trail from mine down the length of my body and back up.
“What do you think?” I ask, trying to masquerade my fear.
“It’s so unlike you.” He blinks and looks me up and down again. “You’re hot as hell, babe.”
“Really?” I ask and sigh in relief.
He licks his lips. “Oh yeah.”
He’s definitely eye fucking me.
“See, I told you he’d like it,” Miranda chirps and ushers us out of the house.
In the car on the way to the club, Rooter can’t take his wild eyes off me. His eyes vacillate between the body chain and my legs. He wraps one arm around my shoulders while gently stroking the top of my thigh with his free hand. He sucks in a breath and chews on his bottom lip.
“You look… Fucking edible,” he whispers into my ear.
His words boost my confidence. “I might hold you to that,” I whisper back and nip on his earlobe.
His jaw drops and longing swims in his dark eyes. I revel in what I’m doing to him.
“Keep doing that,” his voice is deep and thick with desire, “and we won’t make it out of this car.”
“That would be okay with me.” I take his earlobe into my mouth and suck.
“Christ, Sophie.” The hand that’s on my thigh travels upward and slides under the hem of my dress to cup my bare ass.
Miranda clears her throat reminding us we’re not alone. Rooter removes his hand from inside my dress and tries to straighten up in the seat. His chest rises and falls with fast, shallow breaths. Miranda was right. This dress was definitely not a mistake. I have Rooter wrapped around my little finger, right where I want him. I’m going to have a lot of fun with him tonight.
The music is pumping as we enter the Red Door. Rooter places his hand at the small of my back and it’s like fire on my bare skin. Miranda advises the door man we’ve reserved the VIP section tonight. We must make quite an entrance because all eyes are on us as we make our way to the back of the club where our seats are located. All of our friends are already there. Ryan hurries over and excitedly pulls me into an embrace.
“Babe!” He squeals.
“Babe!” I squeal back.
He grabs my upper arms and looks me up and down. “Holy fuck! You put every bitch in here to shame.”
“Yes, she does,” Rooter agrees. My head whips in his direction and he smirks at me. Desire still looms heavy in his eyes.
After greeting all of mine and Miranda’s friends, Rooter and I sit on one of the red leather loveseats. His left arm is draped across my shoulder holding me close. I inhale his intoxicating scent and it sends pangs of yearning straight to my core.
“Do you want a drink?” He asks and I nod.
“Jack on ice.”
He winks and waves for the VIP waiter to come over. “Two double Jacks. One on ice, the other neat. And whatever those two want.” He points at Bear and Miranda. “I’ll start a tab for the four of us.”
We sit on the sofa talking with Ryan and my other friends. Jess and Abby are here tonight. They stare at Rooter like he’s a God and hang on his every word. He is at ease and confident. Everyone seems to love him as much as I do. I take the last sip of my second glass of Jack and begin to feel the effect of the alcohol. Rooter’s hand is on my thigh, stroking it lightly from the hem of my dress to my knee and back making me shiver. The way his eyes drill into mine and the curl of his lips conveys he knows what he’s doing to me.
“Let’s go say hi to Mario,” Miranda suggests and points at the DJ booth with one hand and reaches for me with the other.
Mario is the DJ. We’ve known him for years. Miranda used to think she was in love with him, but he always had a thing for me. If it hadn’t been for her affection for him, I might’ve gone out with him.
I glance to the DJ booth and see him waving at us. Rooter and Bear are engrossed in conversation so I decide not to interrupt them and stand to follow Miranda. Rooter tugs gently on my hand.
“Where are you going?”
“Miranda and I are going to say hi to a friend.”
He nods and I follow Miranda to the DJ booth. When Mario’s eyes go to me, he has the same reaction as Rooter did when he first saw me.
“Damn, girl! Looking good.” He pulls me in for a hug and squeezes my ass.
I quickly pull away. “Watch it, pal,” I say jokingly, but I mean it. I turn to see if Rooter saw anything, but he’s not in his seat. I look around trying to find him when he suddenly appears before me. He wraps an arm around my waist and gives me a panty wetting grin. Mario’s eyes go wide the moment he sees him.
“Mario, this is my boyfriend, Rooter. Rooter, this is Mario.”
Rooter juts his chin out as his only means of greeting. He definitely saw Mario grab my ass.
“Nice meeting you, man.” Mario extends his hand. The same hand he grabbed my ass with.
Rooter glares at his hand a moment before shaking it. “Want to dance?” He asks me.
I gawk up at him with surprise. “You dance?”
He holds his hand to his chest feigning offense. “I’ve been known to on occasion.”
“Well then let’s do it.” I smile and lead him to the dance floor.
The dance floor is crowded to the point that it’s more like a mosh pit than an area for dancing. But once people see Rooter they move away and create space for us. Mario
spins a mix of the latest pop and dance hits. Rooter’s hands go straight for my hips and we move in sync to the beat. Damn. The man has rhythm. I can barely keep up with him. His smug expression says, “I told you so.”
The song changes to one with a slower tempo and Rooter pulls me flush against his body. His hands move from my hips to my ass and he squeezes. He leans in and speaks into my ear. “You have a fantastic ass.”
My face heats up. “I’m glad you think so.”
“Every man in here thinks so.”
I shake my head at his grandiose exaggeration, but he continues.
“Every guy in this place wants to be me right now.” He smiles, and it’s not at all egotistical. He means it.
“You’re the only one I want,” I murmur into his ear. I think I hear him groan, but the music is so loud I can’t be sure.
Rooter spins me around to face away from him and pulls me against him, my back to his front and rocks his hips to the music, grinding against my backside. One hand is on my hip while the other touches the center of my chest where the body chain rests. I let him lead me as I move my body in time with his. He leans down and grazes my shoulder with a trail of wet kisses up to my ear. Suddenly, all else falls away, and it’s as though we’re the only two people in the club.
His breath is hot against my ear. “I have never seen anything as beautiful as you.”
I feel my face flush. We continue to dance in this manner for two more songs. The combination of the booze and this dress have me feeling brazen and sexy. Rooter is still behind me and I do my signature bend and flip which garners several hoots and hollers from other dancers on the floor. I strut slowly around him, grazing his ass as I make my way around to the other side where I grind against him, take it low and bring it back up. Our bodies move perfectly together.
Several dancers, mostly men have stopped moving and are now watching us. Rooter pulls me against his chest and swipes his tongue against my neck. He leads me as he sways his hips expertly. His eyes are focused on my chest where the body chain lies.
“You like?” I ask.
“One day,” he reaches out and traces the chain, “I want to see you in just this, a thong, and these heels.”
I lean in to his ear and try my hand at speaking seductively. “I’d be happy to show you tonight.”
Rooter chokes and his eyes go wide. “You’re killing me, babe,” he groans.
Before I can tell him how serious I am, we’re interrupted by Miranda and Bear joining us on the dance floor. Bear can’t move like Rooter, but Miranda dances well enough to make them both look good.
Rooter takes me back to the VIP area and orders us another round of drinks. I sit on his lap on the loveseat and sip on my drink. His eyes never wander from me, even when he’s speaking to someone else. He’s a starved man and I’m his prey. A bead of sweat rolls down the side of his neck and I can’t fight the temptation to lean down and taste it.
“You taste so good,” I croon into his ear.
“You two need to get a room,” Ryan teases.
“Yes, we do,” Rooter agrees with a lust filled voice and plays with the chain on my chest.
I’m in heaven when I hear Rooter’s deep, raspy voice call me “babe.” His hands run through my hair, pushing it away from my face. I open my eyes and am blinded by streaming bright light.
“Hmm?” I ask and squint my eyes. “Where are we?” I don’t recognize the setting. And then I notice the sensation of hot skin against hot skin. I’m draped across the top of Rooter with one leg between his.
“Sorry. I need to let the dog out.”
“The dog?” I blink and look around. Dopey is at the side of the bed. When I see the headboard, I finally make out my whereabouts. We’re in Rooter’s bedroom.
“I’ll be right back.” He kisses the top of my head and gently scoots out from under me. When he stands, I’m shocked by the sight of his bare ass and I gasp. He turns around and gives me a devilish grin before pulling on his jeans.
What the…
Once he’s gone, I lift the sheet and find myself in nothing but my thong. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to remember what the hell happened last night. The last thing I recall is making out on the sofa at the Red Door.
Chapter 28
Meeting The Family
While Rooter is letting Dopey out, I struggle to remember the events of last night. We both woke up naked so the only thing I can surmise is that we had sex. But I don’t feel sore like I did when… I shake my head. I do not want to think about that. Ever.
Maybe Rooter was gentle? I’m sure he would’ve been. God, why can’t I remember? We may have had sex for the first time and I don’t remember a thing about it. I pull down the sheets to check for any visual cues that would indicate whether we did. Upon inspection I find a small love bite on my right boob, but nothing else.
I recall the sight of his gloriously sculpted ass and feel my face flush. Something must’ve happened. Why else would he have slept in the nude? We’ve shared a bed several times and each time he’d worn shorts or sweatpants.
Had I touched his naked body last night? I bet I did. And I can’t remember! Argh! I could’ve done any number of things to him, and vice versa. I could’ve had the best night of my life and I can’t recall a second of it. Frustrated, I kick the bed in a tantrum.
When I hear Rooter coming up the stairs I pull the sheets back over me. He ambles to the bed with Dopey at his side. His jeans hang deliciously low on his hips. Just above the waistline on the right where his V is, there’s a purple love bite of his own. I lick my lips absentmindedly. Yeah, I had a good night.
“How do you feel?” He asks and slides into the bed next to me.
“Not bad at all.” I furrow my brow. My lack of memory indicates that I had a lot to drink. “How is that possible?”
His lips curl up into a smile and he grazes my cheek with the outside of his hand. “I fed you a cheeseburger, two ibuprofen, and made you drink two glasses of water before we came up to bed.”
That would explain it. Why do I never think to do that after a night of drinking? Probably because I don’t drink very often. “Thank you.”
“So you don’t remember last night, do you?” His voice is laced with humor. He takes my hand into his and strokes my palm with his fingertips.
“Not all of it,” I admit shamefully.
“What’s the last thing you remember?”
“I remember showing you my double sided tape at the bar.”
He shakes his head and laughs riotously. “Would you like me to fill you in?”
“I think you better.”
Rooter shifts upward a bit and props a second pillow underneath his head. “First, you should know, we did not have sex.”
“We didn’t?” I perk up with relief.
“Of course not.”
I eye him questioningly? What does he mean by that?
“Babe, our first time making love won’t be when you’re trashed.”
He said “making love.” Swoon. “Okay, so why don’t you fill me in on what did happen?”
He rolls on his side to face me. “Do you want a play-by-play from the bar, or just the good stuff?” He chuckles and his eyes light up.
“The good stuff.”
“All right then. After we got home and ate, you told me you had something you wanted to show me and drug me in here,” he points to the end of the bed, “where you proceeded to strip.”
He smiles at the memory. I close my eyes and try to remember, but can’t. Stripping doesn’t sound like me. God, I hope I didn’t make a fool out of myself.
“And this is where it gets interesting,” he continues, “because of the tape. Apparently, it hurts when you try to remove it,” he smirks, “which of course I was more than happy to help you with.”
“Of course you were.” I smile and bite my lip.
“So after getting you out of the dress and carefully removing the tape,” he reaches over and picks up the body chain from
his nightstand and dangles it in front of me, “I got my wish.”
My entire body goes up in flames. I hope he liked what he saw. Nervous, I pick at a cuticle and swallow. “Okay, go on.”
He reaches into his jeans and adjusts himself. My eyes follow his hands and I see his growing bulge. “Babe, Let me just say, hottest lap dance ever.”
I clasp my hands over my face. No. I. Didn’t. I had to have been blasted out of my mind to do such a thing. My stomach does a series of somersaults. Maybe I don’t want to hear this after all.
Rooter chuckles and lifts my hands from my face. He pulls down the sheet to reveal my breasts and points at my love bite. “That’s when you told me to put my mouth on you. A request I couldn’t possibly refuse.” He leans down and softly kisses the mark sending sparks throughout my entire body.
“Let’s not get distracted,” I say and turn his head to face me.
“I thought a reenactment might help you to remember.” He winks, sending spasms to my core and props himself back up on the pillows.
As fun as a reenactment sounds, I really want to know what the hell went on last night. “Just tell me. You can show me later.”
He rubs his hands together. “This is when it gets really good.” He circles my love bite with the tip of his index finger. I’m almost afraid to find out what’s next. “You told me you wanted to touch, kiss, lick, and suck every inch of my body and ordered me to get naked.” All the humor is gone from his voice and has been replaced by deep intensity.
Although I can’t believe what I’m hearing, it matches my fantasies perfectly so it must be true. I’ve always said alcohol makes us honest. While we might later regret our words or actions, everything we say and do when we’re drunk reflects our true thoughts and desires.
“I stripped down to my boxer briefs, and that’s when this happened,” he points at the purple spot on his waist. We’re finally getting to the good stuff.
“Go on,” I urge, impatient.
He brushes a lock of hair away from my face and gazes at me affectionately. My heart palpitates, eager to know what happened next.
“I told you I thought we should stop. Save the rest for later. You said you were tired of waiting.” He points at the swelling in his jeans. “You grabbed a hold of my dick and said you hated that other women have touched me and you haven’t. You all but ripped my boxers off,” he chuckles. “Do you want to know what happened after that?” He ever so slightly grazes my arm with the back of his hand.
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