Something had happened in that stadium. It was something beautiful that I couldn’t comprehend. I had left Ethan inside. I had left a part of me behind, and as we pulled away, I knew I would miss that. I would miss him, but a weird peace came over me. I didn’t welcome it, not altogether, but I knew it was there. I knew it was time.
“You okay, girl?” Angie asked in a soft voice. Her hand hadn’t left mine the entire time.
I nodded. I missed Ethan, but I nodded to her. I would be okay. I knew it then, and I knew Jesse and I were done. It was time to walk away. I’d been ready before the game, and that feeling was still with me. It hadn’t left.
It was time, but I still had my one night.
We went back to Haze. Angie wore a white dress while I wore a light blue one. The fabric was thin and loose. The ends tied around my neck and also under my arms around my back. It had been between this one and another, but Angie had picked the backless dress. She told me it was Jesse-to-die-for and even gave me a wink at the end of that statement. I knew she didn’t approve, but at least I didn’t feel her disappointment at the mention of his name.
When we got there, I hadn’t heard from him, but it didn’t matter. We got our drinks and headed to the dance floor. We stayed there the whole night; we moved and swayed when the tempo slowed and sped up. The beat was hypnotic. I was in a trance when a pair of hands slid around my waist. I didn’t have to look. I knew those hands. I leaned back against Jesse’s chest. His arms pulled me backwards and his hips moved with mine. His hands held me in place.
My hair was moved to the side as his lips settled in place. They nibbled on my neck and slowly began to move upwards. Heat flared within me. As his hand went around my waist and slid down, I gasped. I arched my back against him. My neck was exposed to him even more. He grasped the back of my neck and tilted me further out. My breasts ached for his touch. I knew he could see them through the dress. He could see them from the top as he had it pulled away from my body. His hand slid underneath and caressed the side of my stomach.
I melted under his touch.
When I tried to turn towards him, Jesse held me in place. His arms tightened around me. We were molded together; every inch of us was cemented to each other.
I didn’t want it any other way.
His lips kept nibbling on my neck. His tongue swept out and licked at my artery. That sent a rush of heat between my legs and I pressed against his hand. I wanted it down there. I wanted it to stop the throbbing and fulfill it, but his fingers curled around mine. I felt him grin against my skin and held my breath. What was he going to do? But then he led both of our hands down my side. He slipped them in through an opening in my dress. It flared by my hip and our hands touched the top of my V-string. It was such a tiny piece of cloth; it covered almost nothing, but he played with it in his fingers. As he did, his finger swept against the tip of my vagina. I throbbed for him. I salivated for his touch. And I felt a deep chuckle reverberate from his chest as he was pressed against me, but then his hand left the back of my head and circled around. It slipped underneath my dress as well and skimmed the top of my breasts.
I shuddered under his touch.
But then he switched positions swiftly. I was thrown around and slammed back into him. He was molded against my front now. My breasts were pressed against his chest. I felt him through his pants and he held my hips in place as he grinded against me.
I gasped. All thought left me as I only felt him. I only wanted him.
One of his arms held me up behind my back, but I tipped back. My head fell back and my neck was exposed to him. I rubbed my breasts against him, delighting in the shiver that wracked through him. I couldn’t get enough of him.
He held me paralyzed as he bent forward. His lips moved down from my neck and lingered between my breasts. His hand had a cement hold on my hip and he moved against me. We moved together in rhythm to the music, but also to our own rhythm. As he kept kissing me, I wanted to feel his lips on my breast. He would catch the tip between his teeth and he would sweep his tongue around it. I wanted him to do that now, but he didn’t. He wouldn’t go further. I opened my eyes through a haze of lust. I wanted him now.
He lifted his head, saw the plea in my eyes, and grinned. His hand skimmed up my back. He lifted me back to him so we were pressed against each other once again. I purred in satisfaction. We were so close, only a few barriers kept us apart. My hand slid down and fumbled for his jeans. I wanted it open. I wanted to feel him against me, skin to skin, but he caught my hand and lifted it up.
I mewled in protest.
“Not here, Alex,” he whispered against my lips. “Soon.”
It didn’t make sense. Why not? I wanted him, but then I hoisted myself up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and looked down. My breasts were eye-level to him, but he watched me. The same lust had taken over him. I watched as he tried to fight it, but I was blind to anything else. I wanted him to be blind to it too.
Then I was ripped from his arms.
Angie cursed and panted as she pulled me away. “Holy hell. You two can’t even be around each other in public. I swear you were ready to rip off his pants and sink down on him right then and there on the dance floor. Weren’t you?”
I struggled to understand her words.
None of them made sense, but I needed Jesse. So I headed back to him.
“Oh, no.” Angie threw me into a room and slapped a hand on the door. The lights were flipped on.
I hissed against the sudden bright light of the bathroom. It was painful and seeped through the trance I’d been under. “What?” I gasped out, still reeling.
“Finally.” She cursed again and crossed her arms. Angie propped herself against the door, on top of the garbage bin, her feet thrown up on the nearest sink. She was immovable and stuck her chin out at me. “You’re going to cool off for awhile.”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“I…” Fully formed thoughts were a struggle for me. So much was beyond my understanding then. “I—what’s going on?”
“Are you drugged?” She raised an eyebrow. “That would make sense, but he was barely holding it in too. Holy, Alex, the two of you are hot. I almost lost it. I wanted to drag Justin to this room and have my way with him, but I can’t leave you alone for a second. Were you really going to screw him on the dance floor? I mean, really?”
“Ugh,” I grunted and held my head between my hands. A searing pain was in my head. It wouldn’t go away.
“Don’t call me that.”
“What?”
“You said I was a pain in your ass. You’re going to be thanking me later. People would’ve had that on video. Can you imagine that? Going to school on Monday, and there’s video of you and Jesse Hunt boning on a dance floor? I’m surprised they didn’t call security on you two. Everyone was watching. Well, hmmm, maybe that was why. Free entertainment and all.”
“Angie,” I seethed through gritted teeth. It was painful as reality sunk back in.
“Hmmm?”
“Please shut up.”
“Oh. Sure.” She shrugged, but gave me a fuck-off smile as she switched her legs. When she was more comfortable, she sank back against the door and wiggled her eyebrows. “But, man, that was hot.”