Man of the House(155)

“So take me out.” I got quieter. “I’m not sure how much freedom I’m going to have left.”

He went silent for a second, that serious, brooding look digging into me.

“Okay, princess,” he said. “Let’s go out.”





10





Clutch





I didn’t know what was going through the girl’s head, but she sure as hell could fucking dance.

Not that I much cared about dancing. Still, there was nothing better than having an ass like Janine’s rubbed up against your cock while you moved to the beat. And I could move with the best of them.

The club was packed and loud. It wasn’t my sort of joint. I preferred something more southern, more honky-tonk and less like a shitty east coast banger. But Janine was making the calls, and I was just following along.

After work, I dropped her at her place, swung by my own to change into fresh clothes, and then picked her up. She came down in these tight black jeans that made her ass look fantastic and this black shirt that showed off just a hint of her fantastic tits, her hair done up. She looked like a fucking sexy biker chick, which was what she was going for.

She directed me to this club and was about to leave when she saw the line, but I knew the bouncer. I got us in without any trouble, and she dragged me right to the dance floor without another word.

My cock was fucking rock hard as she danced with me, our bodies sweating, and she fucking knew it. She felt my length pressed against her and didn’t mind one bit, even seemed to like it. I was betting the girl was soaking wet with every dip and move of her hips.

The place was packed with college kids, probably most of them from the University of Texas. They were hipsters and assholes, preppy douchebags from all over the country. I stuck out but didn’t mind.

And Janine, she was by far the sexiest girl in the room. She made the college chicks look plain and boring compared to her. Janine had had some look in her eye ever since I’d picked her up, some intense stare that drove me fucking wild.

I couldn’t tell what she was thinking about the marriage thing. We hadn’t talked about it since then, and she didn’t seem interested in bringing it up. If she didn’t want to talk, I was fine with just grinding against her sweet fucking ass.

But something was going on. She talked about not having freedom soon. I couldn’t imagine she was going to let herself get married off to Jetter, that fucking Rebel traitor cunt, like some medieval slave or some shit. Janine had more fire than that, more spark. She couldn’t be tamed by some fucking shithead like Jetter.

Maybe there was more going on than I realized. And in that moment, dancing closely with her, our bodies moving together, I found myself not giving a fuck. All I wanted was her sweet ass pressed against my cock, moving to the beat of the music, swaying back and forth.

“You’re the sexiest girl in the fucking place. You know that?” I said into her ear.

She turned her head back toward me, tilting her chin up. “You think so?”

“It’s the damn truth,” I said. “These little girls have nothing on you.”

She smiled. “I believe you. I can feel the proof.”

I grabbed her hips, pulling her ass harder against my cock. “Damn right. You get me fucking rock hard. You know that?”

“Good,” she said, giving me this fucking smile. “Come on. Let’s get a drink.”

She grabbed my hand and pulled me off the floor, heading over toward the bar. We waded into the crowd of people and I easily made room for us, parting the little asshole college kids with ease. They didn’t like that, but I didn’t give a fuck and silenced their complaints with a look.

“Whisky,” I called out. “Gin and tonic for the girl.” The bartender nodded and returned with our drinks.

“Thanks,” Janine said, clinking my glass. “Here’s to not getting hammered.”

I laughed, knocking my drink back. “Why not? That’s a bad toast for drinking.”

“Can’t drink like I did last night,” she said, laughing. “I can’t physically do it.”

“I’m sure you can, but whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want?” she asked, sipping her drink through the little straw. I couldn’t help but see a little suggestive smile in her eyes.

“I’m here to make you happy,” I said. “It’s my job.”

“How are you going to make me happy, Clutch?”

“I’ll start by getting you back on that dance floor and making you nice and tired.”

“Work me hard?” she asked.

“That’s right,” I said. “I’ll take you wherever you want. Tonight you’re free.”