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The next songs slow and he pulls me tight against him. I can feel every muscle through the thin fabric of his shirt and it’s both heady and empowering. Just knowing he chose me out of all the girls inside this club fills me with butterflies. I know, I know. Here I go again with the self-doubt but I’ve lived it for so damn long that it’s so hard to let go.
He smells delectable, so I lean into him and tell myself it’s just a damn dance. Not like I’m going to sleep with him or anything.
When the song ends, he insists, “Let me buy you a drink. I’m thirsty and I’m sure you are, too.”
“I’d like that.” Seriously? That’s all I can come up with? Abby, you’re so lame.
He threads his fingers through mine and we walk to the bar. There’s only one stool so he lets me sit and stands behind me. Such a gentleman.
The perky little bartender leans in to hear us above the music. “What can I get you two?”
“An ice-cold glass of Coke, please.” My dirty dancing gentleman grins from ear to ear. Yeah buddy, I’m keeping my wits about me.
“Make that two.” A quick nod and she’s off to grab our drinks. “What’s your name, beautiful?”
“Abby. Nice to meet you.” He’s quiet and doesn’t tell me his name in return. Weird. When the bartender places our drinks down in front of us, he hands her a twenty and tells her to keep the change. Last of the big spenders.
We both down our drinks to the point where my eyes water from the fizz. He chuckles. It’s a nice sound. Once we’re finished, he grabs my hand and I follow him onto the dancefloor. I’m thrilled, since most guys hate dancing.
It’s another slow song, so he pulls me in again with his hands on my hips. I feel comfortable enough, so I circle my arms around his neck and lean in. God, he smells good enough to eat!
I look up just in time to see Lucas stroll by, wink at me, and head out the front door. Dammit! Now Lucas will think I really did have a date. And, truthfully, I don’t know how I really feel about that.
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Lucas
The last thingI do after crawling out of bed is check my phone. I wasn’t drunk enough to forget that I hit send and shut it down. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Abby told me she was meeting someone, and like a drunken idiot I sent her a text to remind her just what she was missing. Yes, it was a dick pic and a lot of good it did me since she was atDistractionswith her man. Fuck, I hope he has a bigger dick than mine, but I hardly doubt it.
I ignore my phone and set about making coffee. At this rate, I should think about investing in a twelve-cup coffee maker since these single pods just aren’t cutting it anymore. Once it brews, I stride into the bathroom, hoping a hot shower will make me feel somewhat human again. I don’t bother shaving, I just turn on the shower and step inside.
The intensity of the hot water beating against my skin feels amazing. So much so that after I finish washing up, I just stand under the powerful stream. Watching the soap and water meld before disappearing down the drain. Is this what my life has become? Meaningless? Finding joy in the stupid, idiotic, mundane things? Fuck! I need to get the hell out of here.
Wrapping the towel around my waist, I stride into the kitchen and down my tepid coffee in a few quick gulps. Hoping and praying the jolt of caffeine will dull the throbbing ache in my head. A sudden knock on my door has me spinning in place as if I have X-ray vision and can see who's standing there.
A flash of déjà vu has me tugging on my jeans, so there’s not another repeat of Mrs. Knight’s last visit. Don’t want to get caught with my pants down and all. Although, now that I know she’s not my biological mother, it doesn’t creep me out as much as it did back then. Oh, fuck. Must be the booze talking, ‘cause, yeah, it still creeps me out.
A bubbly voice hits me the moment I slide open the door. “Surprise!” Abby is standing there in all her magnificent glory. Suddenly, my cheeks flush at the thought of sending her that pic. WTF? I’m never embarrassed. Especially when it comes to my manly parts. I want to peek down the hall to see if her new man is here to beat the shit out of me after sending it to her. “Well, aren’t you going to invite me in?”
“Um, yeah, of course. Come on in.” I’m very aware that I’m standing here with just my jeans on, not zipped but securely in place. I hope.
“Look, I know you don’t owe me a thing, but after that pic you sent me last night, I…”
I slam the slider in place and turn around to catch a very sexy Abby scrutinizing every inch of my flesh. Sure we’ve hooked-up, and sure she knows how to make a great cup of coffee, but she’s right—I don’t owe her anything. “Abby, I was drunk. Maybe for a split-second I was a little pissed that you turned me down but I had no right…” She slinks up to me, sets her hand on my chest and damn if it doesn’t feel like she burned my skin.
“I didn’t have sex with my date last night, Lucas. He’s hot and everything, but I’m not a slut and I refuse to sleep with someone I don’t know.”
Well, maybe sending her that pic wasn’t such a bad idea after all. Grabbing her hips, I step closer and rub my throbbing erection against her toned stomach. Her eyes pop wide and damn if her tongue doesn’t flick out to moisten her bottom lip. “Did you come here this morning so I could give you a good hard fucking like you so desperately want? You know, deep down, any other boy toy couldn’t possibly give you what you need like I can. Am I right, Abby?”
She bites on her bottom lip as her hand snakes down my jeans and wraps around my cock. I jerk inside her palm and when her thumb smears the pre-cum at the tip, my jeans hit the floor. Apparently, they weren’t secured like I thought. “Mm, how long do you have, Lucas?”
“All damn day, baby.” I know this girl doesn’t do quickies, and I have nowhere else to be since the band wants me to rest my hand after yesterday's practice. Which gives mecarte blancheto spend every damn minute in her warm, wet pussy.
Kicking off my jeans, I wrap my hand around hers and we give my cock a few good strokes. I swear her eyes roll back in her head when a moan escapes me. Sex is such a diversion, especially for a sex addict like myself. I could spend every ounce of energy I possess partaking in lust of the flesh.
“Your hand feels good wrapped around my shaft, but your pussy and your mouth would feel amazing, baby.” The words barely have time to leave my lips when Abby drops to her knees. Ah, fuck. I shudder when her warm mouth slides down the length of me. So good. When my cock bumps the back of her throat I want to fist her hair, holding her in place. I remind myself through the euphoric bliss that we have all day and the night, too.
I look down just in time to watch her head bob up and down as her hand tugs on my balls. Oh, god I’m going to blow inside her mouth if I let this continue. Tugging on her arms, I lift her until she’s standing right in front of me with my cock pressed tightly between us. The little vixen stands on her tiptoes and grinds her pussy against my throbbing cock. Bending down, I grab her ass and lift until her pussy aligns perfectly with my cock. Only one dilemma, she still has her clothes on. “Abby, why am I naked and you’re not? Hmm?”