She gave me a tight smile and then left the room.
“I’m sorry Del… Lee.”
I looked at my father. “Goodbye Daddy. Take care of yourself.”
Chapter Thirty-two
Lee
Several hours and several bars later ,we were well on our way to being wasted. I was amazed that I had been served, I hadn’t been carded once.
“To closure,” Cam slurred as she clinked her shot glass against mine. I giggled and we tipped back our drinks at the same time. I couldn’t feel my fingers or toes from the alcohol and I didn’t give a damn. I was feeling so liberated.
I was in awe of Cam and the way she had told my father what she thought. I couldn’t believe she had done that for me. I would be forever in her debt. Therefore, when she had suggested we go clubbing, I had agreed. I had put a nice jean skirt, blue camisole and cowboy boots on this morning and Cam was her usual stylish self in a tight fitting lace shirt and low hip hugging jeans, so we hadn’t needed to go home and get changed before hitting the bar.
Derek called Cam’s cell earlier on to check in and Cam told him we were going clubbing. Needless to say, he was on the way. I could not blame the poor guy. Cam was strikingly beautiful. I’d lost count of the amount of guys that approached us tonight.
“Whoo,” Cam screamed and I giggled. “Dancing, we’re dancing now.”
Grabbing my hand, she led me to the packed dance floor, shaking her booty to the live band’s version of Luke Bryan’s Country Girl. They were pretty good.
I tried to copy her moves, but gave up quickly. I was never going to look as good as she did, so I closed my eyes and gave myself up to the music, moving my body to my own rhythm. I could feel the hot sweat trickling down my chest as I moved my body in time with the music.
Halfway through the song, Derek showed up in front of us, miming the words of the song to Cam and she was a goner. She scampered off with him, holding up her hand to me, as if to say ‘five minutes.'
I nodded happily, I was enjoying myself; blocking the past year out of my mind. For the first time, I felt young and carefree.
I watched the band on stage as the lead singer finished his song and moved aside. The female singer stepped up to the microphone and belted out an acoustic version of ‘Ellie Goulding’s I need your love on the guitar.’ She was amazing and I swayed happily, shaking out my hair.
Two arms wrapped around my waist from behind me and I froze. My body stiffened and shook with fear. “Easy princess” Kyle’s voice drifted into my ear.
I slumped against him with relief as his grip tightened around my body protectively. He might be a jackass, but he was my jackass. Maybe that was the drink talking, wait did I say that out loud?
He chuckled into my ear. Yep, I had said that aloud.
“I missed you.” I whispered.
“Even though I’m a jackass?” He laughed quietly as he pushed his body against mine.
I pressed into him as we swayed to the music. “You’re my jackass.”
There was a group of women dancing beside us who were blatantly leering at Kyle, but I was enjoying myself too much to feel annoyed. I actually felt pretty damn good. Kyle wanted to dance with me and was ignoring their suggestive looks. I closed my eyes, savoring the moment. I grinded my butt against him and felt his bulging hardness straining against his jeans.
“Keep it up princess; see where it gets you.”
Feeling bold, I reached up and ran my hand through his hair, pulling his face closer to mine. “Back in your bed?” I asked and kissed his jaw.
He spun me around to face him and pulled me flush against him. “Mine is the only fucking bed you’re gonna be in,” he warned. I nodded, biting my lip in anticipation.
He growled deep in his throat and my panties were instantly drenched. “You’re ruining me Lee, you know that don’t you? You’ve fucking ruined me.”
I was not sure what he meant, but when he kissed me so hungrily, I knew it couldn’t be a bad thing. I pulled back from him, breathless. His eyes were black pools of desire. I knew what he wanted; I wanted it just as badly, more than my next breath.
It should have unsettled me how I could give myself wholly and completely to a man, who a few months ago was a stranger, but it did not. I felt an invisible pull towards him, time was no measure to the depth of un-quenching love I felt for him. “Take me home Kyle,” I said. I flushed slightly from my boldness, “I need to feel you inside me again.”
His fingers dug into my waist and he smiled that adorable dimpled grin. “You feeling needy princess?” he teased, his eyes gleaming.
I pressed myself against him, gripping the waistband of his jeans with one hand and with the other I did something I had never done before; I cupped his manhood. I didn’t know what to do with it once it was in my hand, so I squeezed gently. He thickened even more in my palm and hissed a sharp breath.