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“Fuck, she is hot.” Parker leans over the table, he can’t contain his dick in his pants either. I smile to myself.

I know the way Matt had acted pissed me off. But Matt knew that she was with me. I had warned him to stay the fuck away from her, and he didn’t listen. Parker has no idea. He just thinks she is another woman in the bar that he can take home.

I stand up and start to walk away from the table. “Where are you going?” asks Parker.

I give him a cocky smile.

“You’re taken.” Then he gets a sly smile on his face. “Or are you?”

The idiot thinks I’m going to cheat on my woman? I shake my head. That’s what happens when you lose touch with old friends.

I walk over to my Angel. She is standing by the dance floor sipping on a Long Island with Holly and Courtney, talking to a few other girls I’ve never seen before.

I place my hand on her lower back, and she turns around to shove my arm away, but I grab a hold of her wrist. She smiles when she realizes it’s me.

I wave to the girls and jerk my head back for her to come with me. I have a smug smile on my face when I see Parker’s face light up. He thinks I’m going to help him get laid.

I laugh.
Sorry bastard
.

“Parker, meet Angel.” I gesture to her once we approach the back booth where the guys sit.

He smirks. “Hello, Angel.” His eyes look her up and down but linger on her breasts. “You don’t look like an angel to me but I would love to spend all night getting a piece of heaven.” He smirks before letting his eyes wander again.

I clear my throat getting his attention. He might not know that she belongs to me, but I can only take so much of him eye-fucking her. “This is
my
Angel.” I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her into my side.

He looks back and forth between her and me a few times with a shocked look on his face.

“Angel, this is my friend, Parker.”

She reaches her right hand out. “Hello Parker. It’s nice to meet you,” she says sweetly but loud enough to be heard over the music.

“Wait.” He looks back and forth a few more times. “This is your fiancée?”

She laughs. “My name is Samantha. You can call me Sam.”

“You lucky son of a bitch. Why didn’t you say that when I pointed her out?” He finally reaches out his hand to shake hers.

I shrug.

“Because this is funnier,” Josh responds, making him and Tate laugh. “You should have seen the look on your face,” he continues.

“What do you mean pointed me out?” She looks at me with a brow lifted.

Parker responds. “I was giving him shit about being engaged,” he offers with no remorse. “I said we could get a lot of pussy tonight back at our hotel. Then I pointed you out as one of the potentials,” he says sounding proud of himself.

“Well, I’m glad to know I would have made the cut,” she says dryly.

I turn to her and pull her up against my body. I lean down and whisper in her ear, “Oh, you and I are going to have one hell of a party tonight back in our room. I plan to rip this dress off of you…with my teeth.”

She groans, pushing her hips into me. “Slade.”

I put my hands up in her hair, wrapping her soft curls around my fingers and pulling her head back to give me access to her neck. God, she smells so fucking good.

I kiss my way up her neck to her ear. I can feel her heart pound against my chest as I take her earlobe into my mouth, lightly sucking on it.

She places her hands on my side, grabbing a handful of my shirt. “Slade,” she sighs in that way that brings me to my knees. I’m still holding her head back; her eyes are closed and her red glossy lips are parted.

I pull away from her. “Yes, beautiful?” I smile.

“Quit playing with me.” She licks her plump red lips.

I smile. “I love the red lipstick, it’s so fucking hot,” I growl.

She places her hands on my chest. “Is that what you would say if you were trying to pick me up?” she asks seriously.

“Uh…” I mumble, thinking of how to answer that question.

She laughs at my unease. “Because if I was just someone you were trying to take home, that line would not do it.”

She has me intrigued. “What would do it for you, baby?” I ask knowing it wouldn’t matter what I said, she would never let me take her home if she didn’t know me. Hell, I used some of my best lines on her when I first met her and none of them worked.

She gets a naughty smile on her face. “How about, that lipstick looks hot on you, but it will look better wrapped around my cock?”

I lift an eyebrow as I take a step closer to her. “Are you trying to give me an image of you on your knees?” My hard dick twitches behind my zipper.

“Oh I have it alright. And what an image it is,” I hear Parker say while he stares at her ass. I place my hand on it.
Mine!

She shrugs a shoulder running a finger up and down my chest. “Maybe.” She leans up to my ear. “Can you think of a better one?”

I give her a slow smile as I run my other hand through her soft curls. If I was honest with her, I could think of several better images of her. They involve us alone back in our hotel room. But I’ll go along with what she’s thinking.

“No.” My voice comes out rough and barely audible over the loud music.

I don’t think she heard me, but she slides her hand between our bodies and rubs it against my jeans. She smiles and her eyes drop down to her hand as it rubs my aching cock. “I can fix that for you, you know?” She licks her plump red lips.

I have no doubt that she would lead me to the bathroom to do just that. And my cock twitches at that thought. Hell, I was just contemplating throwing her over this table and taking her as well.

She reaches up and leans into me ear and whispers, “But we will save that for later.” She then licks up my ear making me shiver. She pulls back, looking into my eyes, and gives me a big smile before she turns and faces the table where everyone is watching us with looks of want on their face. Well, everyone except Tate. He’s too busy talking to that brunette he saw when he walked in.

When did she come to our table?

“You guys have fun. I’m going back to dance with the girls.” Then she walks off as if she didn’t just give me an amazing image that keeps replaying in my head.

I turn around and sit down uncomfortably, with how hard my dick is.

“Slade, man,” I hear Parker say.

I watch Tate whisper something into the brunette’s ear before she stands and walks off. I then look up at Parker. I laugh at the look of awe on his face. “I’m officially jealous. You lucky son of a bitch.”

I give him a satisfied smile as I lift my drink.

“She kind of looks like Ashley Maxwell from high school,” he says, watching her walk over to the girls. I can’t help but notice his eyes staring at her perfect round ass once again.

“How do you remember all of their names?” Josh asks with a laugh.

“She looks nothing like her,” I disagree, frowning. Angel is gorgeous and perfect in every way. Ashley was a five, at best.

Parker points his beer to Josh. “I will never forget that bitch. She stayed on her knees for forty-five minutes sucking my cock in the school gymnasium after a football game one night.” He smiles proudly that he lasted that long.

If you ask me, he’s exaggerating. It was probably more like three minutes.

“I was so drunk off of Jack, it took me forever to come. She was a champ, I’ll give her props for that.” He looks over at me. “Yes, she does,” he responds to my statement. “Ashley had brown hair and green eyes.” He points a finger to his chest. “I remember her staring up at me for all that time.”

I shake my head. “She had bright pink hair.” She did when I fucked her at least. She was going through a rebellious stage and had colored her hair.

He shrugs it off before looking back at me. “Remember when you fucked her in the ass?” He laughs.

“How could I forget?” I say looking over to the dance floor to make sure Angel isn’t coming back over to hear this conversation. That’s one thing about Parker, he likes to reminisce about old times. “It was both of our first time to do anal. It was a mess,” I say once I see she’s still over by the bar. “And you should never do it when you’ve drank that much alcohol.”

Parker nods his head as if he remembers, which he obviously does. It was at a party our junior year and by the end of the night everyone at that house knew what her and I did in her parents’ bedroom and in their shower.

“Yeah, but you were on an ass only kick for like six weeks,” he says with a smile.

True. But I learned quickly it was a lot easier to find a girl who would spread her legs for you to fuck her pussy, than her ass. Plus, it took up too much time. When done right, a girl will love it. But most girls in high school aren’t prepared for that, and you can’t just fuck it with your cock. It takes time to work up to that. I never wanted to stick around long enough for that.

“I’m not into it anymore.” I shrug.

His eyes widen and then he looks over at Angel, then back to me. “Are you telling me you haven’t fucked her ass?” He smirks, and Tate chokes on his beer.

Everyone looks over at Tate as he wipes the beer off of his chin. “Wrong pipe,” he says trying not to cringe at Parker’s words.

I shake my head with a smirk at both of their reactions. “Hmm,” Parker says in thought. “That makes her even hotter.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “Why haven’t you hit it?”

I hide my smile when Tate starts coughing again. “That shit’s just not important anymore.” She gives me something more satisfying than fucking her ass ever could.

Parker throws his head back laughing. “You said
shit
.” He continues to laugh.

I roll my eyes.

“Well, I prefer it,” Parker says like we give a rat’s ass where he likes to stick his dick. “What about you, Micah?”

He shakes his head. “Would I like it every now and then? Yes. Will Holly let me? Hell no! She won’t even let me go near it. I tried once, and she shot off the bed and locked herself in the bathroom for fifteen minutes. The only way I could convince her to come out was to promise never to do it again.” He chuckles.

“Tate?” Parker looks to him.

He nods. “Absolutely.” He smiles as if he remembers someone particular. “My first time was in a girl’s ass. I didn’t have a clue of what I was doing but thankfully she was experienced and didn’t mind telling me. It was an experience that I still like to relive.”

“That’s what I’m talking about.” Parker knocks his glass into Tate’s in salute.

“Josh?” Parker goes on.

He nods. “Courtney will try anything,” he says with a satisfied grin on his lips.

“Oh really?” Parker asks intrigued. “What all is she willing to try? Be specific.”

Josh just laughs as he shakes his head. “I’m not telling you shit, Parker.”

I can’t help but ask, “What about bondage?” I know, in that department, Angel and I are pretty soft. I’ve been looking on the internet and there are people out there who are much more hardcore than we are.

Everyone turns and stares at me and Josh laughs. “No. Tried it, she’s not into that. Which is fine. I’m not into it either. I don’t mind letting her take control of the situation.”

I lift my drink to my lips and smile behind it. My eyes look over to the dance floor and find Angel once again. I never thought I would be into that type of thing either.

Anyone who has ever known me, knows that I have to have control in everything I do. Since she walked into my life, she’s taken all my control. All my power went out the fucking window. But she has a way of her own that allows me that control back. She trusts me with her most precious gift; her body. It allows me to have that control back anytime I need it, or just fucking want it.

Which is all the time.

“I don’t mind a little anal play on myself,” Parker says with confidence.

I slam my drink down on the table. “Fuck, Parker,” I say closing my eyes trying to erase what he just said.
He has to be joking.

“What the fuck, man?” Josh says shaking his head.

“What?” Parker asks with a serious face. “It’s quite stimulating.”

Micah shakes his head quickly with his hands over his eyes. He’s laughing so hard he has tears running down his face.

Parker looks at Tate and pleads, “Help me out.”

Tate snorts trying to hold in his laughter. “You’re on your own, Parker. I’m with Holly on this one. Nothing is going near my ass.” That statement just makes Micah laugh even harder.

“But…” Parker says like he’s trying to think of a good reason why he likes anal play. “The prostate…”

I burst out laughing. “Keep telling yourself that, Parker,” I say picking my drink back up as he starts to fill us in on his prostate.

CHAPTER SEVEN

SAMANTHA

I fan myself as I finish off my drink by the dance floor with the girls. Each movement makes me very aware of the throbbing between my legs. I was trying to tease him and, in the process, made myself wet with desire. When I mentioned me on my knees, I literally wanted to drop to my knees right then.

I want him.

My body needs him.

The way he touches me, and the way I feel when my body is against his is unexplainable. I no longer know how I ever lived without him.

I smile to myself as I place my now empty drink on a table. He has had me turned on so many times, it won’t hurt him to be hard for now.

I brought our handcuffs with us. I’m going to use them on him, see what he thinks of them. I’ll have him begging me for once. He’s taught me several things in life, in and out of the bedroom. One of those things is that whoever holds the key has the power. Well, I have the lock and the keys in my bag. I laugh out loud.

“What’s so funny, Sam?” Holly asks.

“Just thinking.” I smile as I bite on my bottom lip.

“Oh no. I know that naughty smile,” Courtney says with a smile. “She’s drunk and horny.”

I smile wider. “Come on, let’s go dance.”

We make our way to the dance floor and start to dance as we let the beat of the music take over our bodies. I close my eyes and imagine what tonight will be like. Him in front of me, helpless. I can do whatever I want to him, or myself, for that matter. All he will be able to do is watch. And I know that it will drive him fucking crazy.

I open my eyes and realize I’m facing away from the girls. I turn around and spot Slade on the other end of the club still sitting with the guys at the table. Even with all the neon lights I can still see him clearly. He’s relaxed back in his chair. One hand sitting on his thigh as it holds a beer. The other hand resting on the table. I see Parker’s hands flying all over the place and the others laughing at him about something he’s saying. But he’s not. His eyes are on me. His face expressionless, but I see him shift in his seat.

I smile, he’s still hard. I could have some fun with this. I place my hands on my hips and slowly move then up and over my stomach as I continue to move my hips to the music. He licks his lips as my hands find their way up to my breasts. I bite my lip as he squirms in his chair. I take my hands off of my body and blow him a kiss. I laugh a little as Parker hits him in his side trying to get his attention.

His eyes narrow as his head snaps to look over at Parker.

“Damn, it’s hot in here,” I complain, pushing my hair off of my back. I knew I should have worn it up tonight. I’m sweating from the alcohol heating up my body and the fact that I’m dancing in this very packed club.

“No,” Holly speaks. “It’s just you and your dirty dancing.”

We all laugh. “I’m going to go to the restroom real quick,” I say as I go to walk off of the dance floor.

I walk into the restroom and find an empty stall. Once done a thought hits me. I’ve never been one to send dirty pictures. But the alcohol is telling me that right now seems like a good time. It will drive him even madder when he realizes what I have planned for him tonight. I snap a quick pic and type him a message.

Me:
I can’t wait for you to be here tonight.

I get myself put back together and go to the sink to wash my hands. I shake my head looking at myself in the mirror before I reapply my lipstick.

I laugh to myself as I walk out of the bathroom. My laughter is cut short when I am grabbed and pushed up against the wall. My breath hitches and my heart starts to pound as I look up to see Slade standing in front of me as he pins my back up against the cool wall. His eyes are smoldering, and I can feel the heat radiating from his body. The smell of his masculine cologne makes me lick my lips.

“I liked your pic,” he says as he runs a hand up my thigh. It has my already hot skin burning for him.

For more.

“I thought you might.” I hitch in a breath as his fingers dig into my flesh.

He leans his head down to my neck before whispering into my ear. “You’re playing with fire, Angel,” he warns, rubbing his erection into me very slowly. “It will get heated,” he promises.

That’s what I need.
“Maybe I want to get burned.” I lift the leg his hand is on and wrap it around his hip. My arms wrap around him, and I pull him closer to me.

“Oh it’s going to burn.” His hand loosens and continues to slide its way up the back of my thigh. He pushes my dress up as his hand comes to rest on my ass.He tightens his hands on my ass. “This perfect ass is going to sting from my hand.”My legs tremble. “I’m going to punish you for sending me a picture of that pussy.” He kisses up my neck. “I could tell from the pic that it’s wet and ready for my cock.”

I lean my head back and close my eyes as I take in a deep breath. The throb between my legs has intensified. The pulsing of the music thumps through the wall at my back as the alcohol courses through my body. I drag my nails down the back of his shirt, and he hisses in a breath.

“Isn’t it?” he demands.

“Yes.” My voice cracks as I push my hips further into him.

He places soft kisses along my jaw before his lips find mine. I open up for him and he takes my breath away. His lips work with mine as his tongue fights with mine.

Through my whimpers and his moans I hear the bathroom door open with people walking in and out, but I do not care what we look like right now.

I tighten my leg around his hip, and he hisses in a breath. I’m trying to be careful and not stab him with the spikes on my heels, but it’s getting hard.

“Wow.”

I open my eyes and pull my mouth away, breathing heavily, when I hear Parker’s voice. He’s standing there looking at Slade with a smile on his face.

Slade pushes his body further into mine, probably trying to shield my ass and leg that he is still holding up around his hip.

I start pulling it away, and Slade releases my ass. I stand up straighter and pull my dress down. And try to straighten my hair. Which is hard since I don’t have a mirror to look in.

Slade’s chest vibrates against mine as he speaks. “Keep walking,” he warns him.

Parker throws his hands in the air with a smirk on his face. “Don’t let me stop you.”

“Walk away, Parker.” His voice booms over everything else.

Parker starts to walk away with that smirk still on his face. “Never stopped you before,” he says and then throws a wink at me.

I ignore that comment. “You can’t be mad at him,” I say grabbing his arm. “We are in a club. Anyone can see us,” I point out.

He sighs as if he forgot where we are. “I know.” He leans down and kisses me softly this time. When he pulls away I laugh.

“What?”

I lift my hand and wipe off the red lipstick that’s on his lips. “I like that color on you.”

He places both hands above me on the wall, caging me in once again. His forehead comes down to rest on mine. “Fuck, I want to fuck you right here up against this wall.” His voice is pained, telling me he’s trying really hard to fight his inner battle.

I want to say;
Yes! Do it!
But no matter how badly I want him, we can’t. Our little bubble has been popped, and I need to pull myself together.

So I decide to go with, “Trust me. You want to wait to see what I have in store for you tonight,” I say matter-of-fact.

He raises his eyebrows. “Really? You have a plan, do you?”

I nod my head with a big smile on my face.

“Well, aren’t you full of surprises?”

“You have no idea.” I lift my hands and run them up and down his chest. I can feel his hard and defined muscles move as he shifts, still trying to control his urge for me.

His hands move down on the wall to where they rest on either side of my head. “You know I have no patience when it comes to you. Let’s leave and go back to the hotel room.”

“I….”

“Of course,” Courtney interrupts what I was about to say. “We were wondering where you had went to,” she continues as she eyes me with a smile on her face.

I need to get out of this club before Slade and I end up getting kicked out. “You girls ready?” I ask pushing Slade away from me.

His arms drop to his side. “Ready for what?” Slade asks.

“We are hitting a few more clubs.” I look at him.

“But I thought we were going to call it a night?” he pouts before his eyes fall to my cleavage.

I smile on the inside. Oh yeah, he’s going to be begging me later. I ignore his question. “Be back at our hotel room by three.”

His eyes go wide and his lips part. “Three?” he asks in shock. “What are you girls going to be doing until three?”

I shrug. Let him wonder. “Just be back by then.” I lean up and kiss him before we turn to leave.

*****

SLADE

I walk down the hallway to our hotel room as the guys stumble to their own rooms. I really haven’t drank that much since earlier. I slowed down about two hours ago, after Josh almost got into a fight at the last club we went to. Some guy thought Josh was hitting on his girlfriend. If you ask me, the guy was just looking for a fight. I figured I needed to stay levelheaded to keep us out of trouble. Parker is no help when it comes to fights. He just runs his mouth and then starts swinging. Micah isn’t one to throw punches, but he was also throwing some words around. I was the only one who didn’t want to make a scene and get kicked out, which is odd since I’m usually the first one to throw a punch.

“Slade.” Parker slaps me on the back as he walks by with a mousey looking stripper under his arm. “Have fun tonight.” He smirks.

I look at the girl, and her eyes run up and down my body. “Sure you don’t want to join us?” she asks with a smile that I’m sure looks seductive under black light. Out in the brightly lit hallway, not so much.

“I’m sure,” I say placing my key into the slot to open up my room.

I walk in and come to a stop as a woman’s voice fills the suite. I look to see a stereo playing a cd.

I throw my key card onto the couch as I walk through the living room and make my way to the bedroom.

“Hello, baby.” I look over to the bathroom doorway and there stands Angel still dressed in her fire red dress and spiked silver fuck-me heels.

I walk over to her with a smile on my face. “This is different.” I motion to the music.

“Yeah, I’m in the mood for something a little different tonight.” She gives me a mischievous smile.

“What’s that?”

“I want to show you what I can do,” she purrs.

My eyebrows shoot up. “Well, you have my attention.”
What she can do?
I’m very aware of everything she can do.

She pushes off of the bathroom door frame and stalks over to me. Her green eyes are on mine and her hands are on her hips as they sway back and forth while she walks. She looks like she is about to eat me alive, and I am all for serving myself up on a silver platter.

She comes to stop in front of me and lifts one hand, placing a finger on my chest.“Get undressed,” she demands.

I smile at her. “Angel, you’re being bossy.” I take a step closer to her and grab a hold of her wrists. “Do I need to remind you who the boss is?”

She throws her head back and laughs out loud.

I frown. Why is that so funny? I’ve always been the boss when it comes to the bedroom.

“Not tonight,” she states once she stops laughing. “You want to know what I have in mind for you?”

I nod, very turned on by this new attitude that I’m pretty sure alcohol is partly to blame.

She pulls her wrists free from my hold and reaches down to undo my belt since I didn’t do it.

“I am going to drive you crazy, like you have me so many times,” she whispers before she drops my belt onto the floor.

I swallow as she goes to unbutton my jeans. She slides them down my legs. “Lift your foot.”

I comply, and she takes off my shoe, before pulling my jeans off the rest of the way. Then she repeats the same with the other leg. She starts to work on the buttons of my shirt.

“Drive me crazy?” I choke out. What does she have in mind? Doesn’t she already know she drives me fucking crazy? Her voice, her body, the love she has for me is shocking. She gives me all she has, yet I still want more. What can I say? I’m a selfish son of a bitch when it comes to her.

She just nods her head as she places my shirt on the floor as well. “Go lie on the bed with your back against the headboard.”

I don’t argue as I go over to the bed. My dick is hard as a rock. I am so turned on by her, and I think she plans on giving me a show. Maybe do a little dance for me.

She walks out of the bedroom, and I make myself comfortable, doing what she said with a smile on my face. Ready to get this show started, I cross my ankles and link my hands together before I place them behind my head. I let out a long sigh now that I’m comfortable.