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Slade(6)

By:Victoria Ashley


What the . . . why? Stop looking at me.

I tug on the collar of my white blouse and without meaning to I start fanning myself off. He smiles at this, knowing exactly what he’s doing to me. He’s doing this on purpose.

Cocky jerk.

Bending the girl over, he grips her hair in one hand and pulls her neck back while grinding his hips on her ass. His eyes bore into mine as he shakes himself out of his jeans and lets all of his sexiness consume us. Yes, he is damn sexy and he knows it. That just pisses me off more. His legs are thick and muscular; covered with random tattoos and every muscle in his body is well sculpted.

Now that he’s facing me it’s easy to see his defined chest and abs flexing as he moves with the music. The muscles leading down to his briefs are staring at me, flexing with each sway of his hips; calling out to be touched and licked. Mmm yes. I want a taste . . .

Holy hell, he’s in shape; like a fitness model. Plus, he has random tattoos inked across his chest, sides, lower stomach and arms as well. Hell, he has tattoos all over and it makes him even hotter. They glisten as the perspiration forms on his skin.

He’s staring at me, while practically fucking this girl with his clothes on. Still, I’m standing there watching as if it were me.

What is wrong with me?

I feel myself start to sweat and get a tingling sensation between my thighs as he bites his bottom lip and starts thrusting hard and deep while his eyes devour me. Well, at least I imagine it would be really deep. I can’t deny that I bet it would feel so good.

He must notice me sweating because he laughs a little and steps away from the girl that is still bent over with her ass in the air. Ignoring all the girls screaming for him, he starts walking with meaning; unstoppable. With each step, he gets closer and closer to me.

My body is shaking just from his presence and my breathing picks up. I hate my body right now.

His eyes are intense; telling me he wants me as his. A part of me almost wants to give in just from that look alone.

My eyes slowly leave his eyes, searching my way down his muscular body and landing right on his hard dick.

Oh. My. God.

You can see everything through his tight briefs. The thickness of his dick and even the shape of its head. The whole package. He’s so . . . hard.

Stopping in front of me, he smirks and tilts his head down toward his cock. My eyes are betraying me. Damn bastards. They won’t move away. “You know, it’s against the rules, but I would let you touch it if you wanted to.”

Shaking my head, I pull my eyes away and slam back the rest of my drink. This is my third one and I’m a lightweight; probably not a good thing. I take a step back as he takes a step closer. Clearing my throat, I ask, “Touch what?”

Reaching out, he grabs my hand and places it on the V of muscles that lead down to his briefs, slowly sliding it down his sweaty, slick body. “My cock,” he whispers.

My body clenches from his words and I hate it. Yanking my hand away, I grab Kayla by the arm and slam my empty glass down onto the table beside me. I need to get out of here. “Thanks for the offer, playboy, but I’m here to meet a friend and like I said, I’m not interested.”

Smirking, he takes a step back as Cale slaps him on the shoulder. “Dude, back away from our temporary roommate. You’re freaking Aspen the fuck out, Sir Dick a lot.”

I see the smile in his eyes as if he’s got me right where he wants me now and he looks like a man that always gets what he wants. Running his tongue over his bottom lip, he backs away slowly, keeping his eyes on me the whole time, until disappearing back into his crowd of fan girls.

Cale gives me a quick hug and apologizes. “Sorry about him. Just ignore him and you’ll be fine.” He starts backing away and smiles. “We’ll catch up later, I promise.”

“All right, pretty boy,” I call out. “Better hurry and get back to your crazy fan girls.”

Cale is the definition of pretty. Short blond hair, striking green eyes and the sweetest dimpled smile you’ll ever see. I will never understand why my sister has never hooked up with him.

Turning to Kayla, I let out a deep breath and instantly turn red with embarrassment as she starts laughing. “What!” I yell.

She smirks and pretends like she’s giving a blowjob.

“Stop that! You dirty, bitch.” I push her shoulder and she laughs. “I need another drink.”

She turns toward Slade, dancing his dick off in the middle of some girls. “I would need a drink after that too. Holy shit! That is one fine piece of ass.” She starts pulling me towards the bar. “Plus, you need to get your mind off a certain someone,” she says to remind me. “Relax a little.”