"Dude … you going to do something about that?" Hunter says as he nods out toward the guys inching in.
"They make one step closer to Andrea and I am," I growl.
I'm not sure Andrea would like me stepping in to defend her honor. I know if one of those guys touches her inappropriately, she'll lay them out flat. I've come to quickly know that she's tough as nails and actually takes pride in the fact she could handle this type of situation.
"Maybe I should just go have a word with them … in a gentlemanly way," Gavin suggests with a grin, just to goad me.
"I'd totally go pound those guys into the ground," Brody says wistfully. "But that would break my probation."
One of the guys now moves in directly behind Andrea and is grinding air just inches away from her. Reaching out, I slap my water bottle into Hunter's chest and he takes it from me. In three strides, I've reached my destination and with perfect timing as the dude's hands reach out to grab Andrea by the hips.
Striking fast, I grab him by one wrist, bringing my other hand up and capturing his fingers, and then I bend them back toward his forearm.
I know, from training, that this causes immense pain and is an easy way to subdue someone.
The guy drops like a sack of bricks to his knees and shrieks. From the corner of my eye, I see Andrea whirl around to us, but I don't take my attention off this guy. The band keeps playing, but the dancing all around us has stopped while everyone watches in interest.
Hunter's bouncers on duty don't make a move toward us. They know who I am and they won't interfere.
Leaning down so I don't have to shout above the music, I tell the guy who now has tears leaking out of the corners of his eyes, "You're fucking lucky you didn't touch her or I'd be breaking this wrist right now."
"Fuck," the guy wails. "You are breaking it."
"Nah man," I say as I get right in his face, pulling his fingers back just a hair more. "You're just a pussy. Now I suggest you get up and move far away from these ladies. Understood?"
"Yes," he practically sobs, and I immediately release him. The guy rolls and stands up, cradling his wrist against his chest. He refuses to meet my eye and scurries off the dance floor with his friend.
Delicate hands touch me on my lower back, and I turn around to see Andrea there with her lips curved upward appreciatively. I note the other girls have left the dance floor.
Stepping in closer, her arms wrap around me and she tilts her head up. Her hips are swaying softly to the music, and while I don't dance, I sure as hell don't have a problem encircling her in my arms so she can sway against me.
"That was kind of hot," she says with a grin.
"Yeah? I was a little worried you would take offense to me stepping in," I tease her.
She tilts her head and purses her lips as if in contemplation. "No. I definitely think I liked you protecting my virtue."
Leaning down, I scrape my cheek along hers, which puts my lips near her ear. "I'm not going to protect your virtue tonight when we get back to my house."
Her laugh echoes like music to me. "I'm also okay with that."
This is different.
So very different.
I'm making love to Andrea slowly.
Tenderly.
Sleepily.
From behind, as we lay on our sides.
After we had come home last night, fueled on by her residual buzz, some sexy dancing on her part and a vague awareness that one more day was gone and our time was getting shorter, we went at it like horny animals.
Clothes were torn off, skin was bitten, and I'm pretty sure the neighbors heard us.
We collapsed onto my bed, sweaty and exhausted, and fell into a deep sleep with her face in my chest and my arms around her tight.
At some point in the night, she must have turned over and we assumed the classic spooning position.
At some point after that, I woke up and decided to take advantage of said spooning position. How could I not with a warm, soft body pressed intimately against me?
And now I have one of her legs bent with my palm at the back of her thigh and my breath hot on her neck. I move in and out of her from behind, the only noise in the room the sound of our sliding flesh and panting.
Angling my upper body down a tad, I hook her leg within the crook of my elbow, pulling it up higher to give me better access.
Fucking perfect.
I slam hard into her.
She lets out a tiny ooph followed by a moan as I do it again.
I get a deeper moan as I do it again.
"You okay?" I breathe in her ear.
"Yes."
"Feels good, doesn't it?"
"Mmmm. Hmmm."
I flex my hips hard, go extra deep, and then grind myself against her ass. "Andrea?"
"Hmmm?" she vaguely answers, and I can tell she's on the precipice … getting ready to fall over. Just one more push … maybe two, and we'll both go together.