“Good,” I tell him. He nods again but doesn’t say anything else. He pulls back, looking at me expectantly.
The only thing that eggs me on is the way his heart is beating rapidly under my palm and his nostrils are flared. When I figure out that he’s not going to ask me out or say anything for that matter, I take it into my own hands.
“Will you go out with me?”
He’s about to say yes. I can see the interest in his eyes, but just as quickly he tamps it down. “I can’t. I have to work.”
That wasn’t the answer I was hoping for. I rear back from him a little, and my feet get tangled underneath me. I almost fall to my ass, but at the last minute, Lane is leaning over me and holding me to him. Our faces are mere inches apart, and he’s staring at me longingly. The music is thumping around us, and flashes of light are dancing across the room, but he’s looking so deep into my eyes I can’t look away. Someone bumps into me, and he puts one arm out to block the guy and other one tightens around me in a protective hold, pulling me against his hard chest.
“Do… you get a break?” I ask him breathlessly. And then, realizing he probably can’t hear me, I pull him in close. My lips graze the curve of his ear, and his body shudders against mine. “How about a break? Do you get one of them tonight?”
He nods.
I unwind myself from his arms and point to my seat I had just left. “Great. I’ll wait. I want to talk to you on your break.” And before he can answer, I walk away, finally releasing the breath that I didn’t know I was holding.
I sit with my legs crossed and watch him. Week after week he watched me, and now it’s my turn. I’m not shy about it, or blush and look away like I have in the past. No, this time, I’m watching him like I own him, like he’s already mine.
He works the crowd but never seems to go far. No matter where he’s at, he always looks back at me like he’s worried that I’ll disappear. I do my best to keep my eyes on his face, but that’s hard to do. He has a body that men are jealous of and women want. He’s strong and confident with an air of cockiness that pulls people in.
I slide my thighs together and know that my panties are soaked he’s that damn fine. He walks past me, and his eyes are on me the whole time. I can’t look away, and when he walks by I stare at the way his jeans hug his ass. He walks by the next table, and a drunk woman leans out of her chair and pinches Lane’s ass. Instantly, I’m pissed. Who the hell does that woman think she is? Jealousy burns inside me, and my first instinct is to give the woman a piece of my mind.
But I sit while rage builds inside me. I’m giving the evil eye to the woman, but it’s obvious she’s three sheets to the wind and doesn’t have a clue what she’s doing. Lane makes his rounds across the room, but it isn’t long before he starts walking back my way. I want to watch him, but the drunk woman next to me is loud and giggly as she gets excited about his approach. I can already guess what she’s going to do before it happens, and right then and there I decide it’s not going to happen – not on my watch. When Lane gets close, he watches me curiously as I stand up, smoothing my skirt down my thighs. I move to the edge, and when he gets close, the woman hoots and hollers, leaning out to him.
I step in front of her. “Don’t touch what’s not yours,” I tell her in the snootiest voice I can muster.
The woman laughs, but her friends must know that I’m not joking around or the fact that Lane is standing at my back, his hands on my shoulders, because they pull the woman back into her chair. I can hear Lane behind me say, “I’m going on break.” And I assume he’s talking to the other bouncers, but I’m not going to take my eyes off the she-devil, not when she’s this close.
Lane pulls me with him and hustles me across the room. He doesn’t say anything, and his grip is tight on my hand. Tugging me into an office, he shuts the door and pushes me against it. “What are you doing?”
Well, shit. He looks mad. Is it because he didn’t want me to interfere? Maybe he wanted that woman to touch him. “What do you mean, what am I doing?”
He leans down real close until I can feel his hot breath on my cheek. “I mean you’ve been sitting on that stool watching me, every move I make. You almost got into a fight with some drunk chick.”
I shrug my shoulders. “She shouldn’t have grabbed you,” I tell him.
“And… and you’ve been sliding your legs together like you need the friction, as if you’re imagining me between those sweet thighs.” He leans in and takes a deep breath. “Fuck, Angel. I can smell you. Is that for me?”
I don’t even give in to the embarrassment I should feel. Yeah, it’s for him. I’ve never wanted someone so much in all my life. But I don’t answer his questions. I ask my own. “How long have you watched me? I saw you outside my apartment building, outside my work and at the gym. You follow me all the time… but you act like you don’t want me.” I slide my hands up his chest and curl my fingers into his shirt. “My question is… how many times have you stroked your cock thinking of me?”
Chapter4
Lane
Idrop my head and rest my forehead on hers. Hearing cock from her sexy lips is going to be my undoing. I’ve done all I can to stay away from her. Yes, following her, watching her is an addiction. But I could have kept doing that and only that. Until she touched me. Now I know I need more. Watching her is not going to be enough.
“Yes, I watched you. Because I couldn’t not watch you. You’re like a drug to me,” I admit to her and wait for disgust or even fear to cross her face. I wait for her to pull away from me and run from the room. But she doesn’t. Her face brightens, and she slides her hands around my neck.
Her lips touch mine, and I forget to breathe. I’ve dreamed of this moment a thousand times, and it’s here. I don’t want to scare her, but my hands tighten at her waist, not trusting myself not to deepen the kiss even though that’s exactly what I want to do.
“I like it when you watch me. Do you want to watch me now?” she asks me softly, her chest rising and falling in little pants. I know I must be mistaken, she’s not going to undress here, but then she starts to do exactly that. She starts at the buttons on her shirt. Slowly, she undoes each one, and by the time she’s at the last one, my cock is hard and lengthening in my pants.
She pulls the silky material from her body before tossing it to a chair. Her black bra is lacy and barely contains her large breasts. She reaches behind her, and it’s then I realize I’m standing here with my mouth hanging open. I slam it shut, and she pauses.
“Do you want me to stop?”
My throat is thick, and I don’t think I can manage the words, so I shake my head side to side.Keep going, my head is screaming. I don’t want her to stop until I’m pounding so deep inside her that I don’t know where I end and she begins.
She undoes her bra, and her large, heavy breasts spill from the silky material. Instantly I reach for her, cupping her, running my fingers over her taut, rosy nipples. She gasps but arches her back, pressing her breasts firmly into my hands.