I get that there's a world around me, spinning through the dark depths of space. I get that Naomi's probably watching me tongue a chick I just met. That Hayden's watching. Kash, Wren, Blair, America. But I can't seem to stop myself. My body just reacts and that's that. Sydney's lips are soft and smooth, fluttering over my angry mouth like a butterfly. For a first kiss, it's pretty bomb.
When we pull apart, we're both gasping, breathing hard. I'm physically fighting my body, begging my dick to stop throbbing and my stomach to stop aching. I get lost in her blue eyes, quivering there, my mouth shaking as I just barely brush over her skin. Get a hold of yourself, asshole. You're not an untamed beast. I ignore the part of me that says, but Sydney makes me want to be one.
“I, uh, I'm Dax.” And I can't believe nobody thinks of me as a Casanova? That's so fucking shocking. I lick my lips and Sydney makes this, this noise in her throat that has me going crazy. “I mean, uh, thanks. Thank you.” I tear my eyes from hers and glance over her shoulder, determined not to feel the slick, hot skin of her bare back rubbing against my arms. Pearl is gaping at me, actually gaping. I resist the urge to flip her off. Too Turner. And I'm not Turner. I am Dax McCann, born and raised in the Midwest but never a real part of it, never a card carrying member. I am Dax McCann and I really, really want to have sex with this woman.
“I have no idea what I'm doing. Sometimes, I just do things.” Sydney shrugs, but all that does is cause her breasts to rub against my chest. I debate moving her off of me, but then, I've got a massive fucking hard-on. And while the camera behind Pearl isn't supposed to be rolling, it could be. I take a second to glance around the room and plan my exit. There are a lot of faces staring at me. Too many. Kash gives me a thumbs up, but I ignore him. Turner's head is cocked to the side like he can't even fucking believe what he's seeing. And Naomi. I can't even meet her eyes. So, I do what any logical dude would do. I grab Sydney under the legs and around the waist, lifting her up with me as I rise to my feet. I carry her low, moving across the suddenly silent room. You could hear a pin drop in here.
We only make it about as far as the back curtain, sliding into the darkness near the bathrooms with a rush of breath and a few gasps. I drop Sydney to her feet and slam her into the wall with a groan, fumbling at her dress, pressing my erection against her firm body. She's just … killer. Absolutely killer.
“I don't know you, but I want to slam you into this wall and fuck the shit out of you. Explain.”
“You've never had a quickie before?” Sydney asks, but her voice catches like maybe she's never felt a lust this strong before either. Thank God, right, because I wouldn't just be considered emo, I'd be a downright fucking loser. I can hardly remember my own name right now. Imagine if this happened on a regular basis?
“Are we going to have one now?” I ask. My dick has a mind of its own and currently, it's attempting to make a jail break. I've managed to push Sydney's skin tight dress up her thighs, leaving her hot core just a thin, silken shield away from me. I press my crotch tighter into her and try to remember to breathe. Doesn't seem all that important in the moment.
“Um, yes,” Sydney breathes against my neck, breaking my free will in half. I am now currently a slave to my dick. Great. I hope Dad reads my interview.
“Um, no. How about that? How the fuck about that?” Turner snarls, moving behind the curtain and pushing me back a step. I almost kill him. It's sort of like that. My body is full of testosterone, and my logical brain is already pissed off at him for laughing, so there's really nothing left keeping me back. Good thing Sydney steps between us.
“Turner, fuck off. This isn't really any of your business.”
“Uh, yeah, it is. Trey's my brother which makes you kind of my sister, and I'm not going to friggin' stand here and listen to my sister get banged by some douche-y little bitch that wears his hair in his face.”
“Oh, that's real rich, Turner. You do know that I strip for a living, right?”
“Yeah, but I don't have to see it.”
“You don't have to see this if you leave,” Sydney continues, folding her arms over her chest. I try not to look too closely at her ass hanging out of those sexy, little panties. There's fucking lace on the edges. Lace. I take another step back and turn completely around, focusing instead on the brick walls of the building and not on some girl I barely know. I'm not a prude or anything, but I just generally don't sleep around. Once in a while, the urge strikes. I mean, I'm human after all, but that doesn't mean I want a reputation that proceeds me.
“What the fuck is going on in here?” Crap. Naomi. I glance over my shoulder, reaching down to make sure my pants are back in order. They are, but my cock isn't. It's rock solid. Might as well be made out of diamond. Add a little water and I could cut granite.