George and I dance for ages. He spins me around the floor and lifts me, as I squeal, because the whole fucking club can see my arse in this scrap of a dress. It’s been so long since I’ve danced with him. I’ve barely had time to dance at all recently, and I can feel it in my tense limbs. Dancing is my therapy.
An hour later, and I’ve had four more tequila shots. My head is swimming, and I’m on the dance floor with Harry, Molly and Hugo. This time it’s George that’s wondered off in pursuit of a little action. There’s a weird kind of stand-off going on between Hugo and my brother. It’s no secret that Molly has a thing for Harry, and well, my brother is a bit of a hit with the girls…and guys, according to George. Molly dances with both of them, seemingly unaware of the testosterone fuelled pissing match going on. Every time one of them touches her, it’s a little more sensuous, with just a little more hip thrust, or a more daring brush of the lips. Boys! Molly seems completely unaware. What is hilarious though, is Hugo trying to go all alpha male, whilst wearing a dress, with his nips out. I eventually try and put an end to it, and elbow Harry in the ribs. He faces me and I give him a warning scowl. He gives me the finger and resumes doing exactly what he was doing before, checking out Molly’s arse.
He’s known Molly as long as I have. Their relationship is almost sibling like, but not quite. He would do anything for her, and in many ways they are just like brother and sister. The problem is this, they’re not, and they are both attracted to each other. That has always been abundantly clear. Harry cannot hold down a relationship though, he never has. I love him, but I don’t want him adding my best friend to his list of conquests and subsequent heartbreak’s. It would make things…weird. Clearly Hugo is going to do the same, but that collision course is already set in motion, and he’s not my brother. Gross.
I give up trying to death glare Harry into behaving, and decide to go off and find George. I eventually find him dancing with a seriously hot little number. He has tall dark and handsome nailed. He’s lean, unlike George’s muscled frame. George pulls out all his best moves, and I’m not going to lie, if I was that guy, I’d be in a puddle on the floor by now. George grabs my hand, pulling me between them. Hell, I’m not complaining about being sandwiched between two hot men. I have George pressed to my front and his friend to my back. I’m drunk and laughing as George spins me away from him. He lets go and I stagger a few steps. The air rushes out of me as a strong pair of arms catch me, and then wrap around me. My skin prickles with awareness, as my body is instinctively drawn to him. I can feel the heat of his chest pressing against my back, even through my dress. I smile as his lips move to my neck, delivering the most gentle of kisses. He spins me away from him and then pulls me up against his front, so we’re chest to chest.
“Hello, officer.” I smile wide. Theo’s blue eyes meet mine, dancing with amusement. He’s dressed as a policeman, as if my womb needed any more excuse to have a stroke in his presence. Fuck. Me. He looks so hot.
Theo smirks and drops his lips to my ear. “How did you know it was me?”
It takes me a while to reel my tongue in enough to be able to answer. “I always know when it’s you. Otherwise you may have found yourself with a kneecap in your groin.”
“Really?” He smiles that teasing grin.
I laugh. “Hell no, I’d never incapacitate anyone who looks as good as you do right now.”
“Is that so?” He pulls me up close to him and continues to dance, his hips grinding against me in a way that has my body begging for mercy. “You don’t look so bad yourself, sugar.” He says against my ear, so I can hear him over the music. His teeth nip at my ear lobe, before his lips touch my neck, nipping and sucking the sensitive skin. Holy shit. “I really…” The stubble of his jaw grazes over the skin of my neck. “…really want to fuck you right now.” He says. His voice is a low rumble that touches my skin like an open flame, setting my body ablaze with want.
Oh god, I think I’m over-heating. My skin is prickling with anxiety. I haven’t had sex for a week. A week! I have my vibrator, but even BOB, can’t make up for Theo. I’m trying to give him his space, to do whatever it is he’s been doing, but my vagina has other ideas. I swear to god, if he doesn’t fuck me soon, I’m going all rapey on him.
He runs his hands slowly down my body, until his palms rest on my arse, and starts to move with me. I hook my arms around his neck, writhing my entire body against him. It’s like an exquisitely erotic form of foreplay as his body moves against mine. He spins me away again, and pulls my back up against his front. His hand reaches around me, brushing across my stomach, and over the tops of my very pushed up boobs, until he has a gentle hold of my throat. I lean my head back against his shoulder, surrendering to his touch, his power. His other hand grips my hip bone, pressing my arse against his rigid cock. Everything about him is dominant, unrestrained and raw. I run my fingers up the back of his neck, scraping my nails across his skin. His teeth graze my ear, making me shiver. I roll my pelvis, pressing my arse harder against his crotch. The low growl in my ear makes me smile. A woman has to keep her power, and she does it using her strongest weapon, her body. He releases me and grabs my wrist, towing me across the packed dance floor. I can barely keep up in my sky high heels. He stops briefly and speaks to Hugo. Hugo hands him something, before he moves away again. He’s practically dragging me with him. He leads me up the stairs to the VIP section, and then left to a door that says ‘PRIVATE’ on it. He pulls out a key and unlocks it. I follow him inside what looks like the club office. It’s simple, a desk, and a couch. Nothing else.