He stuck his pointed finger in his mouth and licked it. I swear he could be so gross.
"Who do you think about Low? When you're making it feel good down there?"
I was getting ready to slug the stupid smirk off his face.
"First of all I don't do that. And second of all you're a pervert. Now go get laid and leave me alone." Cage sat up and rested his elbows on his knees. His baby blue eyes were round as saucers.
"You don't stroke it Low?"
"Oh. My. God. Would you please stop it!" Cage shook his head in disbelief.
"You really don't. You've never had an orgasm. I can see it all over your face. Well shit."
"Cage I mean it. This conversation," I stopped as the door opened and Marcus stepped inside. My face went instantly bright red. I didn't have to see it to know it. The idea that he could have heard even a tiny portion of this ridiculous conversation was humiliating.
"Marcus, man we were just talking about you," Cage said with an evil smirk and stood up from the couch. I couldn't bring myself to clarify Cage's stupid greeting. Instead I stood stock still as Cage walked by me and whispered,
"Remember what I said."
I didn't need him reminding me that I wasn't good enough for Marcus. I already knew this. But what he didn't know was Marcus was completely clueless to this fact. And I wasn't about to point it out to him.
I shoved Cage as he stumbled and laughed before going into his room and closing the door behind him.
I knew Marcus was waiting on me to say something but I didn't know what to say. Tucking my hair behind my ear I glanced over at him.
"Um hey," I managed to croak out.
A small sexy smile touched his lips and I felt like I might melt in a puddle on the ground. If it wasn't for my worry that he'd heard us before opening the door I would completely be enjoying his smile.
"Did you get some sleep?" He asked walking over to me slowly with a very determined gleam in his eyes.
I nodded, "Just woke up."
He slipped his hand into my hair and cupped the back of my neck.
"Good," he replied. His eyes drifted down my face stopping to study my mouth before traveling on down to let it drift over my neck and shoulders then my chest which was rising and falling pretty darn fast.
"Go out with me tonight Low. We'll go do anything you want to. We can go eat, dancing, walk down the beach you name it. Just go somewhere with me."
I swallowed hard and bobbed my head up and down,
"Okay," I managed to reply without it sounding like a strangled whisper.
A pleased grin spread across his face and his eyes locked with mine again.
"We can do all three. I'll take you somewhere to eat.
Somewhere nice. Then we can go dancing. I really want to dance with you. Then we can end our night with a walk down the beach."
Oh wow. Yes. Yes. Yes. I nodded again.
"Then let me go get ready and you do the same. I'll meet you back right here in an hour. Is that enough time?"
"Yes"
Marcus dropped his hand from my neck and stepped back.
He gave me one last bone melting smile before turning to disappear into his room. I fantasized about following him in there. Watching him change. What would his stomach look like completely bare? The tiny peek I'd gotten was mouthwatering. I could only imagine what the rest of him looked like.
"Low, were'd you put my favorite jeans?" Cage broke the spell. I spun around and headed for the closet where I'd hung up his jeans. Crazy boy couldn't find anything.
I pulled the jeans off the rack and handed them to Cage.
"Right in front of your face," I said handing them to him.
"Thanks babe. Look I gotta date. Probably won't be in until late. You stay here. After that crap Tawny pulled on you this morning I want you here."
I nodded. He jerked his jeans on and I went back to the closet to find the few things of mine I'd hung up.
"Where you going?" he asked as he tugged on his boots.
"I don't know yet. Out with friends."
It wasn't that I didn't want to tell him about Marcus because I really did. I wanted to say 'look here I guess he doesn't think of me as slumming it' but I didn't. Telling Cage would worry him. Possibly make him get all jealous. I was never sure with Cage. But I wanted Cage to stay out all night. I didn't want him coming home and ruining my night with Marcus. I kept my mouth shut.
Cage came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. "Be safe. Call me if you need anything! And don't drink too much."
"I'll be sober and home early and safely tucked away in bed," I promised.
Cage smacked a loud kiss on my cheek, "That's my girl," he released me and left the closet.
"I'm out. If I don't show up until in the morning don't worry," he started for the door as I walked out of the closet then stopped, "But call me if you need me."
"I promise you, I'll call if I need you." He grinned at me then finally left the room. I glanced over at the clock. I had forty five minutes left. I needed to shave, paint my toenails and wax a few other areas. Throwing a few items to choose from on the bed I grabbed my toiletry bag and headed to the bathroom.
Chapter Ten
Marcus
She looked like she'd been dipped in chocolate and damn if I didn't want a bite. The meal we'd eaten didn't touch the craving Low had ignited in me with the little number she was wearing tonight. I opened the truck door as she stepped out and didn't stand back. I wanted to get her down. Letting her body press up against mine while I lowered her was almost good enough to curb my need to touch her. The short silky sundress hugged her chest creating some killer cle**age and a tiny waist. Then it flared out at the hips and floated around her until it stopped mid thigh. All night I'd wondered if I blew hard enough would the dress fly up in back.
"Thank you," she whispered staring up at me as her feet touched the ground. I knew this was the part where I let her go and stepped back but I didn't like that idea. Instead I kept my hands on her waist. The tips of my thumbs barely grazed the underside of her boobs and damn if the way her eyes widened at the innocent touch didn't make me hot.
"You remind me of those chocolate covered strawberries we had for dessert," I admitted. Her cheeks turned a pretty rose shade and a small smile touched her lips.
"How so?"
"Well," I ran my hand up her side being careful not to touch her breast then traced the low neckline of the dress barely grazing the smooth skin just above her cle**age. "This dress is the same color as that chocolate and you look absolutely edible in it."
She caught her bottom lip between her teeth reminding me of our kiss earlier.
"If I kiss you now Low, we'll never make it inside. I don't trust myself. And I really want to dance with you," I whispered taking a step back and moving my hand to her lower back then steering her toward the entrance. I could feel her erratic breathing against my palm.
Opening the door to the Hurricane Port, I knew Rock and the crew would be here. Jackdown was playing here tonight. I'd debated keeping Low all to myself and going toward Pensacola to go dancing or bringing her here, where my friends were. I decided I wanted them all to know we were out together. I didn't want any question in anyone's mind, especially Krit, that she was indeed off limits. We might not be exclusive, yet, but I knew if they all saw her with me that Preston, Krit and even Dewayne would know to back off. Where Cage's stupid declaration wouldn't scare them off, loyalty to me would.
"Do you want to go sit with everyone or would you rather get a table by ourselves," I asked leaning down to speak in her ear so she could hear me over the noise.
"Doesn't matter to me."
"It doesn't matter to me either. I intend to keep you on that dance floor wrapped up in my arms most of the evening so where we sit is pointless."
She turned her head causing her lips to almost brush against mine. Her warm breath bathed my mouth and I couldn't stop myself. I slid my lips against hers licking her bottom lip just the way I'd fantasized about doing when I'd watched her eat the chocolate strawberries. Immediately she opened her mouth to me and her tongue touched mine cautiously until I groaned and pulled her closer up against me. Her mouth was sweeter than anything I'd ever tasted.
Kissing had never been something I thought too much about. But Will ow's lips were plump and soft and so damn hot. This time she broke the kiss and took a long deep breath.
"Wow," she whispered lifting her eyes from their focus on my thoroughly kissed lips to my eyes. "I want to dance with you too," she explained grinning. "That's the only reason I stopped."
Mmmm.... her dimples were sweet.
Unable to keep the extremely pleased look off my face I slipped my hand around her back and pulled her against me as we made our way toward the guys. Rock was watching us with an amused grin on his face. He'd obviously not missed our kissing.
"Well, well, well lookie here. If it ain't my best friend with the lovely Will ow," Rock said tilting his mug half full of beer at us.
"Damn man you about ate her face off back there," Preston teased.
"I just want to be there when someone tells Cage," Dewayne piped up.
"hello to all of you too," I shot them all a warning glare. I didn't want Cage's name brought up. "I'd love to stick around and hear some more of your brainless comments but I'd rather dance with Low."
"Ow, I'm hurt. Injured beyond f**king repair," Preston called out as I turned Will ow around and led her to the dance floor.
Pulling her in front of me and cradling her in my arms I pushed our way through the mass of bodies until we were in the middle of everything and well out of the viewing distance of the table.
Low turned around smiling at me when we stopped and began moving to the music. It took me a minute to join in.
The sight of all that red hair cascading over her shoulders as her hips kept beat to the music and the flimsy fabric of her dress gliding over her upper thighs made it hard to concentrate. Low wasn't as tightly strung as me. She actually seemed more relaxed than she had all evening.
This was her element. She liked to dance. Another thing to file away in my memory. Reaching out I rested my hand on her hip and pulled her closer. If she was going to move like that I wanted to reap the benefits of it. She came to me happily running her hand up my arm as she moved her other arm up and over her head while she rolled her hips. I may not make it very long before hauling her out of here and pressing her up against the nearest empty wall.
Will ow
I loved dancing. It was freeing and exciting. But with Marcus Hardy's hands on my body it was quite possibly my most favorite thing on earth. I let myself go and he seemed to enjoy it as much as I did. Sexual foreplay wasn't something I knew much about. But dancing. That I could do. Turning in his arms I pressed my back against his chest and wrapped my arms around his neck. As my backside moved against him I felt the brush of his hard on against my lower back.
Oh. This was new. He didn't seem to mind that I could obviously feel it. I kept moving closing my eyes and laying my head back against his chest. This was going to do wonders for my dreams. His fingers expanded on my waist and then one slowly slide across my stomach then back down moving over to slide down my hip just as it reached my panty line. Okay. Wow. I could feel my body start to tremble a little. I wasn't sure why but I liked the way it felt.
The second tremble caused Marcus to stop and his hands gripped my waist hard.
"Low, I need a drink. Now."
I wasn't sure what brought that on and I didn't want to stop what we were doing. It was amazing. But I nodded and let him lead me back to the table where only Preston and Dewayne lounged drinking.
"Do you want something?" Marcus asked. His voice sounded a little gruff. I tried to think back to what we had been doing on the dance floor. Had I upset him?
"Coke please." He nodded and squeezed my waist before leaving me there with Preston and Dewayne.
Feeling deflated I sank down into the closest empty seat. I'd obviously done something to turn him off of dancing with me.
"So tell me Low, does Cage know you're out with Marcus," Preston asked. Frustrated with everyone's need to bring up Cage I shot him an exasperated glare. "No and it's none of his business."
Dewayne let out a low whistle, "I bet he'd disagree with you on that one sweetheart."
Shrugging I turned away from them and their nosey questions and searched for Marcus. I found Jess first. Then I saw Marcus leaning against the bar talking to her. She was obviously flirting and Marcus's smile said he enjoyed it.
The tense guy who'd left me was gone. He seemed to be relaxed in Jess's company. Suddenly her shoulders slumped and she reached up to wipe at her face. Was she crying? Marcus straightened up and leaned forward and hugged her to him. I reminded myself that Jess was Rock's hugged her to him. I reminded myself that Jess was Rock's cousin and she'd just had a bad breakup. No big deal.
Marcus was comforting her. Taking slow breaths I forced the knot in my stomach to go away. Marcus pulled back and turned his head back toward the bar and said something to the bartender then took Jess's hand as she led him into the crowd. Away from me. This was not happening. Cage's warning came back to haunt me. I guess Marcus was done slumming it. Cringing at that thought, I stood up.
"You okay?" Preston's voice broke into my thoughts.
Bringing me back to the table where I'd been abandoned by my date.
I took a deep breath and nodded forcing a smile. I wouldn't let them see me cry. No one would know this hurt me. I would not get embarrassed by this. I would not let Marcus Hardy humiliate me. "It's warm in here. I'm going to go get some air," I replied.