“Oh, I’ll be calling her later.” He looked at Alex and gave him a cocky smirk. Alex didn’t know another guy who got more pussy than Vince did. But then again being an MMA fighter seemed to be an aphrodisiac to a lot of the female population that hung around them.
Vince tapped on the counter before giving Alex a wink and sauntering into the crowd. The bodies parted for him like he was oil and they were water, the girls staring up at the big, tattooed fighter with lust in their eyes.
Alex brought his beer to his mouth and took a long pull from it as he let his gaze sweep over the bodies just feet from him. He took another drink and knew he had to get Mary out of his head. She wasn’t for him. She was too good for him, too pure and smart and so fucking beautiful that he didn’t deserve to even be in the same damn room as her.
Why the fuck had he thought he’d ever have a shot with her?
He finished off his beer and set it on the counter before spotting a platinum blonde a few feet in front of him. She stood alone, her body facing his, her gaze locked on him. The shorts she wore couldn’t be called anything but the booty variety, and her top was nothing but a strip of elastic that barely covered her clearly fake tits. While holding his gaze with hers, she moved to the music, each swivel of her hips meant to entice him, but she did absolutely nothing for him.
In fact, his cock was all but shriveled in his pants just at the thought of any other female.
But he wasn’t looking away because it was like a train wreck, one that he knew he should avert his focus from; but here he was, the warped reality not something that could pull his attention way.
She ran her hands up and down her body, caressing her breasts, and then slowly moving them down her belly, over her pussy, and started the whole process again. Normally he would have been all over that, but he was still picturing Mary sitting on his bed, the scent of her ingrained in his nose, the feel of her body heat seeping into him so strong it was almost as if she were standing right in front of him.
She’s not for you, motherfucker.
He found himself moving toward the busty blonde even though every step felt wrong on every damn level. She continued to move her hips back and forth as he approached. Alex stopped in front of her and she immediately hooked her finger around the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer. When their bodies connected, he held in the disgust that slammed into him when her too hard tits pressed to his chest.
He pushed any and all thoughts of Mary out of his head and wrapped his hand around the blonde’s waist. Her perfume was strong and made him nauseous.
“Don’t I know you?” She all but purred as she pressed closer to him and started rubbing her body against his. She batted her eyelashes at him, and he was sure to other guys that look made them putty in her hands. To him, it just made him even more indifferent.
“No.” His voice was firm and loud so she could hear what he said over the music.
She scanned his face, and it was clear that he didn’t give two shits about her or this interaction, and she pursed her red painted lips. Apparently, she wasn’t used to men not falling over themselves for her.
She was silent for long moments as she kept moving against him in an overtly sexual manner, “Yeah, I do know you. Aren’t you a football player for BMU? I think I’ve seen your face in the paper.”
He didn’t come here to talk about his stats or football career at the university, and he knew neither had she, not dressed like that, not grinding against him like she was. He didn’t bother responding. He was really starting to regret even coming up to her. Maybe he should just go home and jerk off thinking of Mary. That sounded like a hell of a plan if he ever thought of one.
He was about to walk away when a flash of black amongst the flesh-colored sea of bodies caught his attention.
“Hey, where’s your focus if it isn’t on me, on this?” She pressed her hard tits into his chest further and moved back and forth. He kept down his gag reflex.
The music switched to something slower, a tone with more eroticism laced in the bass. The crowd parted again and that was when he saw that flash of black come through the sea of people. And his fucking heart sped up, his body came alive.