The whole fucking night, I have to fight June's name off my lips.10KadeTwo weeks pass without me noticing. It’s strange because they’re the longest two weeks of my fucking life.
It’s Friday, and some old friends have roped me into going out with them. Since my kiss with June, I’ve been avoiding them when before that, we would go out at least twice every week. My friends Dale and Jeff call me out on it, asking if I’m in bed with a booty call every night. Only I know that couldn’t be farther from the truth.
I finally take them up on their offer, and I decide to go to a new club called Pulse with them. It’s opening night, and I’m hoping to get my mind off a few things.
I’ve ignored Parker almost completely, and he’s so wrapped up in his plan he doesn’t even notice. So when I announce I’m going out, he just nods, too busy with what has quickly turned into his own project.
That night as I shrug on my leather jacket, I promise myself this night is June-free. I’m going out to forget and have some fun while I do it. I put on my military black leather boots and quickly glance at the mirror.
I hate looking at myself lately, because it feels like I’m staring at my brother, and all I picture is him talking about June. And it fucking hurts that while I look the same, she chose him over me. She chose to ignore me, while spending time with my twin. Shaking my head, I say goodbye to Parker and head out the door. He doesn't even respond.
“My man!”
I’m greeted with excited laughter and slaps on the back from Jeff, Dale, and my other friend Shane as I get into the cab they've pulled up in. It brings a smile to my face, knowing they’re here for me, and it grows when they shell out the fare because I’m broke as hell. They know it but still want to hang out with me.
We catch up in the cab, and pretty soon, we arrive at our destination. I’m already laughing when we get out of the cab, and I’m so thankful to my friends. I know that I need this, and as my eyes scan the crowd of beautiful, scantily dressed women, I feel slightly perkier.
Dale, my best friend from college, gets a round to start us off, and I down three vodka shots as my friends cheer me on. I fucking need this tonight. The place is packed and booming, the music isn’t my taste, but it’s good to clear my mind and fill it with the thumping of the beat.
We’re approached by women throughout the evening, but I’m feeling picky. Real fucking picky because none of them holds a candle to June.
But then I set my sights on a tall blonde with amazing breasts and a figure to die for. She’s all woman, from her six-inch heels to the micro-mini showing off her legs. She’s fucking gorgeous.
She seems to share the sentiment because she’s all over me in minutes, introducing herself as Lexi. Fuck, even her name is hot.
“Dance with me?” she yells over the music, and I shake my head, laughing. She doesn’t like that because she takes my hand and drags me to the dance floor. And that’s when she’s in her element.
Her hands wrap around me, and she practically gives me a lap dance in front of everyone. She’s wild and crazy; she’s stunning and so different than June I can almost forget about the fact that she's probably off with Parker somewhere. I focus on Lexi's moves, feeling the heat coming off her body. She keeps her eyes on me and moves in closer, and my cock stirs.
“Wanna have some fun?” she whisper-yells in my ear. I laugh at her, and she takes that as a yes. Grabbing my hands, she places them between her legs, pulling me against her body, pressing it against a wall so we’re hidden from the others. She’s not wearing any panties.
I don't want to touch her. I want June, not some drunk, half-naked club vixen. But I have a feeling she won't take no for an answer.
She holds my hand in place between her legs, my body caged beneath hers against the wall. She tries to kiss me, but I pull back. I can feel how soaked she is. I can tell she wants me, but I-
Someone is pulling me off Lexi, and even though their hold isn’t very strong, I turn around, angry, my mind still hazy from the feel of Lexi’s silky, wet skin. And then she’s here, the figment of my imagination—right before me.
June’s hurt eyes are boring into mine as I turn around, already forgetting about Lexi.
Then she turns and runs off as I’m left scrambling with another’s woman hands all over me. June may be a fast little thing, but I’ve been a runner my whole life. I was on the track team in both high school and college, and I'm not letting her get away.