Mr. Big Jerk: A Forbidden Second Chance Romance (Kinda Cocky Series Book 3), стр. 18
She stood. “I don’t want that story told--.”
Kelly set down her wine glass. “Picture this: Roxy, around seventeen years old, dragging the high school football star into the pool area while it was--.”
“Want to dance, Clint?” Roxy asked.
She said the words so quickly that I almost didn’t catch them.
“I suppose I shouldn't turn down a dance from the birthday girl. I’d be honored.”
She held out her hand. “Come on, then. Time’s wasting quickly tonight.”
I slid my hands into hers. “Can I get a raincheck on this story, though?”
Roxy tugged me towards the door, giggling. “Quit being such a big jerk and come on.”
She dragged me out onto the dance floor as the lights turned way down low. With the slot machines dinging in the distance and people cursing at the blackjack tables, we made our way over to the small patch of empty floor over by the bar. The bartender turned up the music, and her hips began swaying, entrancing my gaze as I watched them move side to side.
Around and around.
Closer and closer… to my pelvis.
“What’s the matter, big boy? Don’t know how to dance?”
I grinned as my hand slid alongside her waist. Her arms wrapped around me from behind, and her back pressed against my chest. My nose dipped to her neck. I raced the tip of it softly up and down her pulse point, listening as her sighs draped over my body. My hand slid to her hip. I settled my other hand against her opposing thigh. And as I guided her body to swivel and swerve in a way that brought my body back to life again, I drew in the wonderful scent of her citrus body spray.
“Mmm, maybe you can dance after all,” she murmured.
I wanted to show her more than a dance, though. I wanted to show her all of me. I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol talking or the music that swirled around our heads, but I wanted to show her the best parts of me. I wanted to help her let loose. I wanted to help her forget about this hellish night. More than that, though, I wanted to show her exactly how a man should treat a strong, valiant woman.
I wanted to show her a birthday moment she’d never forget.
9
Roxy
The harder I sank my ass against his cock, the more my eyes bulged. Holy hell, the rumors about him at work were very, very true. Every time I felt his dick throb against my ass cheeks, I wanted to strip him down. I turned around and gripped his suit with my arms, pulling his body closer to my own. His thickened girth pressed against my womanhood. I felt electricity sizzling throughout my body. I attached myself to Clint as we danced and swayed, while the bartender kept us liquored up and having a good time.
But, when I looked over at the clock on the wall, I realized it was almost three in the morning.
“Last call!” the bartender exclaimed.
A rush of people stumbling in from the coin slots pushed Clint and me off to the side. I stumbled on my heels, and I felt his strong arms reach out for me, catching me before I hit the floor. He pulled me back to his body. He cradled me close as we got pressed into a corner.
And as the music continued to fill my ears, I ground myself against him.
“I guess it’s not my birthday anymore, huh?” I asked.
Clint grinned. “To me? Your birthday isn’t over until the sun comes up.”
I giggled. “At this rate, the sun will come up before we leave here.”
“We could always call it a night if you want.”
“I don’t know if I’m done celebrating, though.”
He chuckled. “Who said anything about being done celebrating?”
His eyes darkened, and the hairs on the nape of my neck prickled with delight. I snapped my fingers, and the bartender placed another shot of tequila in my palm. I held Clint’s gaze as I tossed it back, earning a hearty chuckle from the depths of his chest. His voice grew huskier the more the night waned, and I was anxious to know what it might sound like against the shell of my ear.
“Come on. My place is only a fifteen-minute drive from here,” I said.
His finger locked with mine. “Well, mine’s technically within walking distance. If you’d rather head there.”
I snickered. “At least we’re on the same page, then.”
Clint scooped me into his arms and carried me out of the casino. I didn’t know where anyone else was, but I didn’t care. It’s not like they cared about me, or anything I wanted for my own birthday. So, I draped my arms around Clint’s neck and let him whisk me away. He slid me into the passenger seat of his car before he leaned the seat down, then he even took the liberty of buckling me in. My heart skipped a beat with every beautiful gesture he made to take care of me, and when he slipped behind the wheel of the car, my hand searched for his.
“Happy birthday, Roxy,” he murmured as he took my hand.
“Thank you, Clint,” I said softly.
My thumb traced mindless shapes against his skin as he drove us back to his place. And the entire time, I kept stealing glances at him. Damn it. The man knew how to fill out a suit. He was broad and strong, and a bit older than myself. I’d always been drawn to older men. It’s why I always batted the idea of them away. Older men had broken my heart many times over while I was a teenager, so I stuck to men my own age. Granted, I tore through them like wildfire because they were immature. Selfish. Terrible in bed. I could only stand them for a week before I dumped them anyway.
Not older men, though.
I’d stay on an older man’s hook as long as he wanted me there.
“All right. We’re here,” Clint said.
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