“Your dress is amazing.” He’s right about that. It’s strapless red satin to my knees, with a corset waist that sucks me in and makes my breasts look ridiculous. “You look like a Disney Princess.”
“A Disney Princess?”
“Yeah,” he whispers roughly. “One of those princesses who look like they might give you a BJ if you play your cards right but in the end she probably won’t.”
I laugh. “I don’t even know what that means.”
“I can show you.”
“Here you go,” Caroline says, loudly, so that we break apart and she pushes the four shots our way.
“Caroline, you’re always a sweetheart.” Linden raises his shot to her. “Come on Steph, let’s toast Caroline.”
“To Caroline!” we say in unison. She just shakes her head and walks away while we slam the shots back down the hatch. It burns but the heat turns pleasant in seconds. It reminds me very much of the heat between my legs. One mention of a BJ, even in the weird roundabout drunken way that Linden just did, and I’m picturing his cock, how hard it is between my hands, his salty taste as I lick his tip.
“One more,” Linden says, putting the other shot in my hand. We tip those shots back even quicker. Then he gets out of his chair, lowering his voice, “Meet me in the women’s washroom in one minute.”
He crosses the bar to the back. I love watching him go. The confident swagger he has, the sight of his muscles moving under his clothes, the wide expanse of his shoulders and the way his body slides down into a perfect V, those indents on the small of his back that I love to rub and lick. Of course no one can see that with his shirt on but I always know they are there.
Once he disappears into the back, I get up and slowly, ever so casually, look around the bar. People are laughing, someone is singing Santa Baby in a disgustingly sweet tone, a glass breaks somewhere in the background. At the table Kayla and Dan are talking about something and by the front door James and Penny are having a discussion. It looks like a heated one, which means they aren’t paying attention to us but it also makes me wonder if that’s what’s been wrong with Penny lately.
I feel hit with guilt over that. Had I been around more often, like I used to be, I would probably know exactly what’s going on. But I haven’t been. Things haven’t just been changing between Linden and me, they’ve been changing between everyone.
I shake my head, not willing to bring myself down tonight. For all I know, Penny and James are fine. And Linden and I? We’re more than fine.
I walk over to the bathrooms as casually as possible and do a quick knock on the women’s door.
“Hello?” I ask sweetly.
“Who is it?” Linden answers in a high-pitched voice. It’s eerily similar to his Robert Plant impression.
“A Disney princess,” I answer. I wait a moment, feeling the anticipation build, and the door unlocks.
I quickly step inside and see Linden on the other side, staring at me with a twisted smile. The bathroom has two stalls, a handicapped one and a normal one but luckily you can lock the entire area as a whole. I barely have a chance to lock the door behind me before I’m pressed back against by Linden’s sheer force.
My body operates on pure instinct. It craves him as much as my heart and mind and soul do. As he presses against me, breathing hard and kissing me, messy and wet, I put my hands around his shoulders and relish the ridges of his back muscles as I pull him in.
One of his hands is lost in my hair, tugging on it in short jabs while the other is lifting up the skirt of my dress. Once he discovers I’m not wearing underwear, he lets out a deep moan that I feel vibrate through me and he explores me with his fingers.
“So wet,” he murmurs. “My baby gets so fucking wet for me.” He sticks three of his large, long fingers inside me and I clench around them. “So greedy too.”
“Just shut up and fuck me already,” I hiss into his ear.
He laughs, low and rich, pulling back my hair at the same time before he sinks his lips and teeth down the exposed front of my neck. “No patience.”
“Not here, not now,” I tell him. “Not with you.”
“I’ve made you an animal.”
“So then you should act like one.”
He pauses and looks up at me, giving me the most devious look. “Is that so?” Like his cock, his accent thickens when he’s turned on and it ripples down my back. I clench around him again, wanting him in deeper but he withdraws his fingers and goes to undo his belt.
While I hear the quick zip of his fly, he scoops his arm around me and whirls me around so that I’m facing the bathroom stall. He kicks the door in and then pushes me through until my hands are up against the cool tiled wall.