“You cockblocking me for another dude?” The guy played with his gold chain and curled his lip at me in confusion.
“Yup. Dougie would do the same for me.” I scratched the scruff on my jaw and then cracked my neck. I was lying. Dougie wouldn’t do shit for me or anyone else for that matter. Her boyfriend was a selfish prick.
“My man. You’re a good dude. I’d have hit that the second she came out without her man.” He shrugged and backed away.
I bit the inside of my cheek and turned to take another shot at the bar. I didn’t warn off the redhead who ambled back over soon after. I needed someone to distract me.
We all danced, we all partied, and we hit the alcohol hard.
Mikka was solid like that. When she committed, you knew she wasn’t going to let you down. She would exceed expectations every single time. Even if it was with spending a night out.
A song came on and she squealed before rolling her hips to the beat. I found myself behind her as another guy tried to swoop in. I rolled my hips with hers, held her closer than I normally would have. And she didn’t move away. She dropped low in those high heels and brought herself back up as she giggled at her antics.
We ended up in the corner of VIP, laughing uncontrollably at the fact that I was trying to shake the redhead that had been following me around all night. I’d thought she’d be able to distract me from Mikka, but no one could hold a candle to her flame.
“You’re supposed to help me get rid of the groupies, Mikka.” I chuckled and leaned against the wall as she collapsed into another fit of giggles right next to me.
“Oh, please. Half the time you want me to be your wingwoman. And, honestly, I can’t.” She sucked in a breath, laughed again, and then tried to get control of herself. “She’s on you like white on rice. I promise I know what that looks like.”
She cracked up again and I tipped her chin up to get a look at the girl that never let loose with me. “You’re special. Not because you can make a joke about who you are but because you know who you are. This place is filled with so many who don’t. God, why don’t we do this more?” I sighed.
“Because we can’t party every day, Jay. It’s unhealthy.”
She said it like she wanted to get a point across, but my body wanted to get a point across to her too. Before I could stop myself, I caged her into the corner. “Do I look unhealthy to you?”
The question was bait. I didn’t expect that she would take it though. Dougie, our friendship, and our jobs had always stopped her.
She looked up at me, something new in her eyes as she let them roam down my body and back up again.
For the first time, I saw what I’d had for her since the moment I’d laid eyes on her.
Hunger.
Need.
“Little one, you aren’t answering.” I let the words roll out even though I shouldn’t have. Standing over her, though, I could smell her sweet lip gloss and see down her shirt. I could imagine what she’d feel like under me and, with her looking up at me, I got a vision of one sexual fantasy I’d had.
She shut her eyes before she answered. “I’m assessing our situation.”
“Did you come up with a good assessment?”
“Well, you look drunk and high. I’m definitely drunk and we have business to talk in the morning. So, is that good or bad?”
“The blush on your cheeks and right here”—I brushed the top of her cleavage—“tells me your assessment went a different direction.”
“Jay, we’re good friends.”
“Is that all that’s stopping you? Because if that’s it, I’ll remedy that right now.” I growled in her ear.
She wanted more; I could practically feel her vibrating under me for more. When she whispered, “How?” I almost took what I wanted right then.
“Want me to show or want me to tell?”
“Oh, God. It doesn’t matter.” She practically moaned. “There’s Dougie.”
I hung my head and took a deep breath. I pulled back. I might hate him, but Dougie was right for her. Dougie made her happy and she deserved it.
“Not that Dougie seems to care what I’m doing.” She sighed and then looked up as if she was holding back tears from spilling over.