Man of the House(156)

“Yeah,” she said, “I’m free.” She put her drink back down on the bar and took my hand, pulling me back toward the dance floor.

This time, we danced face to face, bodies pressed close, her arms around my neck. Her eyes were locked on mine, and I couldn’t help but let my gaze roam along her body as she danced.

I’d never felt so much fucking tension for a woman before. Normally I knew what I was going to get, had no fucking trouble picking a woman out and getting her into my bed. But with Janine, I knew I couldn’t do that. Even if she wanted me and I wanted her, we both knew that she was forbidden. She was way off-limits, and there was no turning back.

Besides, I had a feeling she was just acting out because of the whole wedding thing. Not that I fucking minded, but I wasn’t interested in getting a girl in bed if she didn’t really want it.

I needed her dripping and begging for it first. I wouldn’t touch her before she was practically moaning my name.

We danced like that for what felt like an hour. Finally, she pulled me back off the dance floor and we waded back to the bar. We got another quick drink and then she turned toward me.

“I’ll be back!” she called over the music.

“Can’t let you out of my sight,” I said.

“Want to come into the ladies’ room with me?” she asked.

“I would love that,” I said. “Get you moaning in the stall.”

She just shook her head and walked off. I watched her go over the heads the crowd and saw her disappear into the bathroom.

I got another whisky and looked around. It was getting late, and the place was packed with hammered drunk douchebags out looking for their next date-rape victim. I could still feel my cock, hard and pulsing in my jeans, and I scanned the room, looking for Janine.

I didn’t spot her, so I downed my drink and got another. A few more minutes passed as I got the next glass of whisky, and Janine still wasn’t back.

Grumbling, I rolled through the crowd toward the bathroom. My mind was running through a list of possibilities, from finding her dead on the floor to realizing that she had ditched me and run off.

I could feel anxiety take my gut, and I moved fast closer to the bathrooms. I had to make sure she was okay, couldn’t fail in keeping her safe. I wasn’t the kind of man to fuck up like that.

As I moved down the hall, I spotted her just ahead. She was standing near three asshole college kids, their preppy clothes marking them as total dickheads. She was frowning and talking, and I could tell something was wrong as I got closer.

“Come on, baby,” the one guy said. “Just a drink. You look like you need one.”

“I said I wasn’t interested,” Janine said.

“We can make you interested,” the other guy said.

I loomed up behind them and Janine spotted me. “Clutch,” she said.

The three guys turned to look at me.

“There a problem here?” I asked.

“No problem, you fucking goon,” the leader said, grinning at me. “This bitch was just leaving.”

“What did you say?” I asked him.

“Clutch, come on,” Janine said, pushing past the guys and trying to pull me away.

“Yeah, go ahead. Take your dry cunt slut away from here,” the kid said, “you fucking lowlife.”

His two friends laughed and high fived.

I stepped forward and slugged my fist into the kid’s jaw. He barely had time to flinch before I knocked him down. He dropped to the ground.

His two friends came at me. I ducked the first punch and came up with an uppercut to the second guy’s chin. He stumbled back as I turned, catching the fist that was heading toward my face, and twisted the guy’s wrist.

I kicked his knee, dropping him down, and then let his wrist go. I slammed my fist into his face, knocking him flat down.

The guy I uppercut punched me in the head from behind. I stumbled, still holding on to my whisky glass with my left hand. I spun around, ducking another punch, and stepped in to elbow him in the nose. He dropped to the ground, his face bleeding, his nose broken.

I knocked back my whisky, proud that I hadn’t spilled a drop.

“Come on,” Janine said, pulling me away.

“Later, boys,” I said.

She led me away as a crowd was forming around us. The fight hadn’t lasted more than fifteen seconds, and people were just figuring out what had happened.

I deposited my empty glass on a table as Janine yanked me out the front door. I waved to my bouncer friend with a grin; he’d never be letting me back in, which was fine with me.

“Why did you do that?” Janine said, rounding on me in the parking lot.

“They insulted you,” I said, “and I’m your bodyguard.”