I Just Want You(67)

"You ready for this?" I ask Crew.

He pulls me into his arms and kisses me. It's just a quick chaste kiss, but it heats my body all the same. "I am."

"Berklee," Maggie yells.

I pull out of his arms and brace myself for her hug. Barry steps up next to us and takes his turn as well, lifting me off my feet. "So proud of you."

I feel him right behind me, so I quickly drop back to my feet and pull away from Barry. Crew is there to pull me to his side.

"Berklee, Crew, this is Alan," Maggie introduces us to the guy she's been seeing. She gave up on Matt after only one date with Alan.

"Nice to meet you." Crew holds out his hand. He's much friendlier with me by his side. I follow his lead and offer my hand as well.

"Let's do this," Zane cuts in. "Ready, boss?" he asks Crew.

My man chuckles. "Yeah, I'm ready." Zane rushes off to officially open the doors. "Help yourself to the bar. It's on the house for the three of you tonight. I already told them Barry and Maggie, so Alan I'll make sure I add you to the list."

"Thank you," Maggie says. Barry and Alan give that head nod thing that guys do and then saunter away.

"You," Crew says, wrapping both arms around me. "I want you to stay close to me tonight. One, you look sexy as fuck, and two, I don't know what kind of crowd we're going to draw in. I need to know you're safe."

"Okay," I agree without an argument.

"You're giving me my way an awful lot tonight."

"I trust you." I would trust him with my life.

"I thank God every day for helping me find my way to you."

Crew is hardly ever not his dominate protective self, so this is a rare moment of vulnerability from him that I savor. It's in these moments that my heart cracks wide open and the love I have for him flows. I squeeze him as tightly as I can, letting him know with my touch that I feel the exact same way.




 

 





IT'S JUST AFTER ten and we're at capacity. Have been since about an hour after we opened the doors. I've been sitting back at a table with Berklee tucked into my side, Maggie, Alan, Zane, and Barry, both of whom have club patrons on their laps. I never thought I would say this, but I don't miss it. Not one bit. What I miss is my girl and the feel of her in my arms. Sure, she's been at my side all night, but I miss that connection, the way it feels when I'm buried inside her. Nothing like it. Nothing.

"Oh my God! I have not heard this song in years," Maggie screams as Salt-N-Pepa's "Push It" comes blaring through the speakers. "Berklee, we've got to." She stands, reaching for my girl's hand.

We're all laughing at her enthusiasm. That is until they step out on the dance floor and begin to move. My eyes are locked on Berklee, just like every other motherfucker in this club. When she begins thrusting her hips, I jump to my feet.

Zane's hand lands on my arm. "Let her have fun. I told the guys to watch out for her, and I know you did too when you talked to Tank earlier. This is what they do," he tells me.

"He's right, you know. I can't tell you how many times growing up they would have dance parties to this song in our living room. They heard it on a movie one night and never looked back." Barry laughs.

I hate that just as much, that he has that side of her.

I remain standing, watching my girl dance and laugh with her best friend. Her face is flushed, and even from here I can tell those blue eyes are sparking with happiness. I stand vigil with our friends and watch as she shakes that tight ass-turning every dick in the place hard as a rock, I'm sure.

The song changes to Blackstreet's "No Diggity," and no way am I leaving her out there for some sleazy fucker to grind against her. "Alan, I don't know about you, but my girl needs a dance partner," I say before walking away. I hear the scraping of his chair, and then he's beside me as we make our way through the crowd. Berklee sees me coming and a grin spreads across her face.

Arms in the air, hips swinging, she moves toward me. My hands find her hips and I begin to move with her. Berklee leans back, knowing that my strength will hold her up as she wiggles her body down to the floor, arms still in the air while singing along. When she comes back up, she kisses my chin, then turns in my arms. That tight ass of hers rubs against my cock when she bends over and grinds, and any control I was pretending to have has snapped. When I roll my hips into her ass, I know she feels me. She confirms it when she looks over her shoulder at me. Her blue eyes are smoldering with desire.

Catching Alan's eye, I point up to the windows that hide the offices upstairs. I don't want them to worry when we disappear, because we are going to disappear. I have to be inside her right now.