As we walk into the club, Nathan whispers in my ear, “I’m not sure I’m going to like all these men drooling over you.” He kisses my cheek, possessively wraps his arm around my waist, and tightens his grip.
“I’m fucking you with my mind right now,” I whisper.
“Jesus, Bryer. I won’t be able to sit now.”
Taking my phone from my purse, I text Gen: We’re here, finding a table.
As we move through a sea of people, Nathan points to a spot against the wall.
I hear a chime.
Tumbleina: Walking in the door now.
Gen’s early. That must be Walker’s thing.
I see her before she sees me. She’s beautiful as always, in a pink dress with sparkles that twinkle in the clubs lights. Her date is as handsome as she described, and I wave them over.
“Gen, you look amazing,” I tell her.
“Bryer. You’re hot as hell,” she says. “When are you going to figure that out?”
“Filter, dial it down, you’re embarrassing me.” I say as we hug, and the boys introduce themselves.
I hold my hand out, but I’m pulled into a hug by Walker. “I’ve heard so much about you. It’s good to finally meet you.” He’s forced to lean in close so I can hear him over the music. I can sense Nathan stiffen over Walker’s familiarity.
“Why don’t Walker and I go to the bar to get us all drinks?” Nathan says.
I nod, but snicker to myself over my caveman not wanting Walker to be left here alone with us.
“So, what do you think?” Gen anxiously asks.
“He’s hot, Gen, and seems very nice and outgoing.”
“He’s so sexy it burns my eyes to look at him.”
The guys return with our drinks. I take a small sip of Nathan’s drink while looking into his eyes. Club Soda once again.
“Someone has to be responsible.” He smiles.
“Who wants to dance?” Gen asks.
“You go ahead. We’ll join you later.” I say.
“Oh, come on, you two. Get out there,” Walker says.
“Well, baby, I guess that means you get to see my moves,” Nathan teases.
Ouch. I’ve witnessed those moves with another woman, and that only brings back bad memories of his arms around Camilla.
“Oh, I would love to watch your moves,” I say. I refuse to think about Camilla again. Not tonight. Not ever.
He removes his leather jacket and he looks like pure sex in his dark tight jeans and simple white t-shirt that hugs every muscle. Even his eight-pack is defined. I reach to touch his chest and run my finger down the length of his abs, only to notice this shirt is almost see-through. God help me. I’m glad he’s mine.
Once we’re on the dance floor, his hands are all over me as he brings me in close. If this is his style of dancing, I’m not going to last long.
“God! You can dance,” I whisper in his ear. I get two full-blown dimples and I wonder if he’s thinking what I am.
“Go to the bathroom and take off your panties,” he says forcefully.
I inhale sharply. “Now?”
“Yes.”
“Interesting,” I say, and he follows close behind.
I head into the ladies stall, slip my panties down my legs and tuck them in my handbag
God. I can’t believe I’m doing this.
We are soon back on the floor and he’s rubbing against me, as if a slow song were playing.
“Touch yourself right now.”
I quickly look up into his eyes and see smoldering sex. He’s totally serious. Can I do this? I reach between our bodies, under my dress, and his muscular arms hide us from the world. Then I slide my finger over my clit for a few minutes, and can’t help but groan.
“Are you wet?”
I look up at him as if I’m powerless.
“Mine.” He pulls my hand up and sucks the finger I just had inside of me. “Sweet Jesus.”
Soon his finger is inside of me, pumping in and out. I can’t even find the decency to fear exposure. He has me under his spell.
“Hush,” he says, like I have control. When he adds another finger my legs give out and he has to hold me up. People are dancing very close, but all I feel is my erratic heartbeat and my body about to explode.
“Fuck,” I say against his neck as I come.
He continues until I ride it out, then removes his fingers and licks them. Slowly.
I shudder. “You undo me, Nathan.”
“Back ‘atcha,” he mumbles.
We dance through the next two songs, acting as if he didn’t just finger fuck me in front of a hundred strangers. I’m already perspiring.
“Let’s take a break.” I lean over to Gen and she nods.
We finish our drinks and I’m just cooling down when Nathan looks at me, reaching into his pocket for his phone.
“I have to get this, baby. I might have to go outside. I won’t be long.” He kisses me gently on the lips. As he walks away, I watch as many women’s heads turn. I know I’ll have to cope with that for a long as I’m with him.
“Let’s not let that stop us. I can handle two women at once on the dance floor,” Walker says.
I look at Gen for permission, or a sign that it’s okay.
“You got it, sexy,” Gen says, giving me a big smile. “Let’s see if you can handle the both of us.”
We’re both giggling and dancing around Walker when he takes Gen into his arms, turns her, and starts grinding into her from behind. I suddenly feel like a third wheel and start dancing alone. It’s so crowded, no one even notices.
Although when it’s my turn, Walker also grabs me to put me in the same position. “You’re so fucking hot, Bryer. I’d love to have you for just one night,” he whispers in my ear while grinding into me. I try to pull away when his arms tighten. I’m looking everywhere for Gen when I see Nathan standing at our table, leaning back, his arms crossed and looking like he wants to kill Walker. If I were him, I would feel the same way.
He storms towards us. “Are you trying to get yourself killed, Walker?” Nathan pulls me out of his grasp.
“Fuck! Nathan, we were just dancing,” Walker says.
“Oh is that what they’re calling it now?” Nathan is pissed.
I know the truth. It was more, and I need to find Gen.
Nathan pulls me to the table without a word. “Clayton just called. He has some work information. I invited him to join us, rather than leave you here.” He’s short with me.
“Nathan that was nothing. I know you understand, right?”
He only looks at me after what feels like minutes. “I know it was nothing to you, but it was something to Walker. And it was definitely something to me.” I reach to kiss his cheek, in place of a reply.
I watch for Gen and finally see her with Walker again. They’re dancing together like they never skipped a beat. The song ends and they walk towards us. Once she’s close, I grab her hand.
“Bathroom time. You know we go in pairs.”
Gen laughs and lets me pull her through the maze of people till we reach the ladies room.
What should I say? How will she take it?
I’m washing my hands as she comes out and does the same. She freshens her makeup, and I watch her.
“Gen.”
Her eyes move to mine.
“I don’t trust Walker,” is all I can get out.
Her mouth drops open. “What? Why?”
“He’s a player Gen, he made a play for me.”
“He was just being Walker, he wasn’t serious Bryer.” She doesn’t believe me.
“And Nathan is the biggest player I know.”
That hurt.
“I took him seriously”
“Nathan may have been a player, but he isn’t now that we’re together.” I can feel myself get defensive.
“So you changed him?”
The temperature in the room just dropped thirty degrees, and the cold shoulder is unexpected.
“I�
�m only telling you this so you don’t get hurt.”
“I won’t. I know he’s into me. It just might take a while to get the playboy out of him,” she says.
“Okay.” I don’t know how else to answer her. So I give her a hug, though I’m unsettled about this. I’ll just have to wait to see how it plays out.
When we get back to the table, I find Clayton has joined us and he’s in a deep discussion with Nathan. I notice Clayton’s eyes move over Gen, while never breaking the discussion between Nathan and himself. I laugh quietly to myself at how he slobbers over my best friend.
Once we sit, Clayton moves in. “Pink’s my favorite color, Genevieve.” Clayton admires her dress.
She smiles. “Is it? You can call me Gen.” She scans the crowd for Walker.
“Where is Walker?” I ask Nathan.
“I’m not sure. He got up when Clayton got here.”
Predictable, but I keep that to myself.
“So...” Clayton makes another attempt to get Gen’s attention.
Sipping on her lemon martini, I watch as their eyes meet.
Interesting.
“Are you here with someone, Genevieve?”
Surprised, we all look at Clayton. Everyone is speechless.
“That seems to be code for no?” Clayton smirks.
“Yes, I’m here with someone. Calm down. He’s here somewhere.”
Clayton looks left then right. “Well, now you’re just making shit up, Genevieve.”
He shocks us all, but we can’t look away.
“Are you always like this?” Gen leans in closer. “Call me Gen. Is that too difficult for you to remember?” She rolls her eyes.
“Clearly your boyfriend isn’t spanking you enough to tame that smart mouth of yours.” Clayton’s working her last nerve.
Gen takes in a huge breath, losing patience. “Where is your off button?”
“I can show you.” Clayton looks down at his crotch.
“The next time you have something to say, raise your hand and put it over your mouth.” Gen loses her shit. “You must have driven your parents crazy.”
“No, not at all. I’m not that kind of guy.”
“You’re aware you’re still talking, right?” She flips her hair and avoids looking at Clayton.
And in strolls Walker.
What the hell? I think.
“Hey, babe.” His arm falls on Gen’s shoulder.
“She can do so much better,” Clayton says to Nathan a little too loudly.
But, honestly, if I had to choose, my money’s on Clayton.
The waitress shows up to ask if we want another round. “Sure. Drinks all around,” says Gen.
“So, what’s your friend’s story?” Clayton tilts his head towards the waitress.
“Are you a sexual predator Clayton?” Gen is delighted with her wit.
“I’ve been called worse.” He laughs.
Walker watches this play out, none of us knowing what to do.
“Who’s up for another dance?” Walker says.
“Not me. I’m going to enjoy being off these four inch heels for a while,” I say.
“Sure,” Gen says, making obvious eye contact with Clayton. She’s no match for this one. Clayton just proved it.
Walker takes her hand and we watch as they disappear into the crowd.
“I wasn’t expecting that,” I say, amused.
“Holy fuck.” Nathan looks at Clayton. “What was that?”
“None of your business,” Clayton says.
“What brings you out tonight?” I genuinely want to know, but he quickly snaps his head to Nathan.
“Why didn’t you tell me Camilla approached you today?” Nathan asks, his tone somewhat accusing. Camellia bragged about her conquest to Clayton while training her.
“I planned on telling you tonight when we were alone,” I say. “But don’t worry. I handled your ex. Hopefully, she’ll stay the hell away from me.”
“Dance,” he commands.
I stand and he places his hand on my lower back and guides me to the wall. He pins me against it. Is he upset? His expression gives nothing away.
I’m backed up against the concrete and the coolness feels good. He slides one finger from my collarbone down the front of my body, not caring who sees this display of sexual dominance. Pressing his erection against me, he licks my neck then softly kisses it and whispers, “I’ll handle Camilla. I’m the one who’s protecting you, understand?”
His words send a thrill straight to my center.
His closeness creates a cloud of confusion. My brain is suffering from lack of oxygen.
“Yes, I understand, but—”
I don’t even get another word out before his lips crash into mine, claiming me in front of the entire place. He moves against me and I blush, knowing I’m being out maneuvered.
“And the sex whisperer strikes again,” I say when we come up for air.
He smiles. “I want to be clear that you’re mine, and I will take care of you in every way.”
“I surrender.”
“Good.”
“We can still talk when we get back to my place,” I say.
“Just talk?”
“Obviously there’s only one answer with your cock pressed against me,” I tease him.
He shakes his head and slowly puts inches between us.
Chapter Seventeen
~Nathan~
IN THE MIDST of the loud music, strangers dancing, and our friends’ chatter, I focus on Bryer. How did I go from being an overbearing testosterone filled prick, to a hopelessly in love pussy who needs to hold her, not just fuck her? It’s like finding an imperfect person who is perfect for me. The word pussy-whipped comes to mind. Why doesn’t that terrify me?
We make it to her apartment, where she changes her outfit. She comes out in boy shorts and a sweatshirt that’s bearing her midriff.
“Jesus, Bryer, we’re supposed to talk now?” I pant.
“Talk first. I just wanted to make sure I had your attention.” She giggles.
“Oh, you have it. You always have it.” I wrestle with the hard-on that just sprang to life. She snuggles into her corner, close enough to touch me, and she reaches for my hand.
“Nathan, I know the Camilla thing is over, but if her behavior was any indication, this isn’t over for her.”
“Rest assured, I plan on handling it. It’s not a competition. She never stood a chance.”
“I’m over it. I trust you.” Finally. There are the powerful words I’ve been longing to hear.
“Trust.” I repeat, wanting to promise her the world.
“I spoke to Gen.” Bryer squirms.
“Okay.” I know what she’s getting at, but Walker is a subject that’s not in my comfort zone.
Still holding hands, we remain connected.
“I found a hypnotist,” she tells me again. “He helped Gen’s mother, and she highly recommends him. His success rate is very high.”
“Okay, so what are you thinking?”
“You should take a look at his website on Monday and make an appointment. I’ll go with you. Let me give you all his information. I think this is the next step, Nathan. The sooner the better.”
“I know. I’m ready, although a small part of me is hesitant.”
“I understand. This is a scary step, but your uncle’s right. We need to figure this out, and I’m with you all the way.” She leans over to kiss me.
“I’ll look into it Monday at work and make the appointment, and, yes, I want you there.”
She nods.
“I was thinking...” I’m a little shaky. I’ve never asked a woman this before.
“Yes?”
I snuggle even closer. “I’d like to invite you to my house tomorrow.”
She’s surprised, since I’ve always come to her place. We’ve never even spoken about my home.
“I would love to.”
Little does she know I vowed a long time ago that no woman would
cross that threshold.
“Why now? Is there some big mystery? You’ve never mentioned your place before. It kinda leaves me hangin’.” She smiles.
In one fell swoop, I lift her over my shoulder. “Oh, I’ll leave you hanging all right.”
She dangles upside down, laughing, as I take off for the bedroom.
“You’re such a caveman.”
“Your caveman.” I toss her onto the bed.
***
I WAKE FIRST and wonder if I slept through the night, or if I had a nightmare. The not remembering is upsetting.
Bryer’s eyes are closed, so I stare at her beauty in this peaceful moment. Thinking back to last night, I marvel at how incredible making love to her was. Yes, love. But those words will wait.
Standing in front of the person I love bearing my soul is a new territory for me, and it comes with a fear I’m not familiar with.
I can’t resist running my fingers through her long blond waves. They’re so soft and wild. She stirs and slowly comes to life.
“Were you trying to kill me last night?” she whispers.
“Me?”
“You get a five star review, but then you rolled over and fell asleep.”
“I didn’t.” I laugh.
“Oh, you most certainly did. Three orgasms later and you were through with me.” She pouts.
“Well, I thought you wanted your own personal sex god to service you wherever and whenever you wanted.”
“I do.” She giggles.
“Oh, baby, you haven’t even seen the best of me yet.” I move onto a more serious subject. “No nightmares?”
“Not that I’m aware of.”
“That’s a load off my mind.” I let myself breathe in relief.
***
SUNDAY’S NOT MY favorite day of the week. I hop on the website Bryer gave me while she’s in the shower. Being psychoanalyzed does not mean I’m officially crazy, does it?
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