‘Waiting All Night’ by Rudimental comes on and I can’t help but dance. The dance floor fills up fast, and as I start to move I feel free from everything, so I dance. I shake my booty and move my hips, the music flowing through me like a crashing wave.
A few songs later, I feel two firm hands grip my hips as a Calvin Harris track about needing someone’s love blasts around us.
Too far gone to react, I keep dancing. Kate’s eyes are all knowing as she smiles at whoever it is behind me. That means she must know them, but I know it’s not who I want it to be, so I don’t turn my head around to see. This night out is to forget about him, and that’s what I’m trying to do.
I lose myself. I dance, I gyrate, I move back into the stranger’s arms until I feel his pelvis push up against my ass as we continue to move together to the beat. The unmistakable feeling of his hard length feeling surprisingly good against me.
“I knew I’d recognized your ass when I walked in,” a husky and downright sexy voice murmurs in my ear before he trails a line of kisses down my neck.
Slumping my body against him, he slides one firm arm around my stomach while the other trails up and brushes my br**sts lightly.
“Zander,” I breathe out.
“Yeah, babe, I got you.”
He feels so good against me. I’ve always been a touchy feely person when I have a few drinks under my belt, but this past week without Daniel has wreaked havoc on my emotions. I could do this, just lose myself in Zander. The familiarity between us is comforting. Maybe that’s what I need.
The song ends and I’m snapped out of my haze.
Zander pulls away and places his hand on the small of my back. “Let’s go get a drink, shall we.” His voice gives away the effect our dancing has had on him. The fun, playful Zander is currently being overshadowed by hard, horny Zander and deep down, I love being able to have that effect on him.
After leading us to an empty table, Zander disappears towards the bar to get the next round of drinks. My head is starting to spin, my body is warm, and I’m in a happier place than I was earlier this afternoon.
“I swear to God, Mac, if you weren’t already doing him, I would be All. Over. That,” Kate says, seemingly unable to tear her eyes away from Zander’s tight ass as it walks away.
“Kate,” I giggle. Yes, alcohol and Mac equals giggles. “He’s not mine. If you like Zander, you should go for it.”
“Eww. Sloppy seconds much?”
“You know it’s not like that. He’s not mine, none of them are mine.”
“I need a hell of a lot more drinks to even talk about this with you.” She smiles at me with her butter wouldn’t melt grin and looks over my shoulder. Her eyes give her away, and I immediately know that Zander’s on his way back to us.
“Behave,” I growl at her, just as he pulls a seat closer to me and sits down.
“Hey,” Kate says, alerting me to Zander’s return.
“Hey,” he says as he leans over and gives me a kiss on the lips before I can pull away.
He frowns at me when he sees my attempted retreat. “You okay?” he whispers.
“Happy as a clam and drunk as a skunk!” I holler, which just makes him smirk at me.
“So, no gigs tonight?” Kate asks Zander, leaning forward to put her low cut top on show for him, a move I know he doesn’t miss as his eyes travel quickly up from her cle**age to her face when he realizes she is waiting for his answer.
“Nah. I had a bachelorette party earlier on, but now I’m off for the night. Just stopped in here to see my roommate who is working the bar, and I saw you gorgeous girls heading off towards the dance floor so I couldn’t resist joining you.”
I grin over at him as I take a sip of the drink he’s put in front of me. Now at this point, I know I’m drunk, and in a great place, but I’ve been so busy teasing Kate that I didn’t realize what Zander ordered me - a drink that I really don’t want.
Yep, that fruit punch party in my mouth is back, and it tastes just as good as the first time I had it in this same bar all those weeks ago. Dammit, I can’t even go an hour without thinking about him. I’m screwed, and not in a nice way.
“I got you both a sex on the beach. I couldn’t resist,” he says, grinning over at me.
I nod my head and continue drinking, wishing that I could straight line 100 proof into my blood stream.
“So what was up the other night, Mac? What had you so busy you couldn’t meet up?” Zander leans back in his chair, putting his taut body on perfect display. He’s wearing a short sleeved black shirt that is tight in all the right places, and a pair of dark grey jeans that hug his thighs like a child hugs its mama. My inner Mac is squealing in anticipation, and just the sight of him sitting so close to me, knowing that I could have those thighs rubbing inside mine while he’s deep inside me has me clenching my legs together. But inner Mac is a little slutty when she’s drunk, and I’m snapped out of my mindless ogling by Kate clearing her throat, and Zander’s deep chuckle at my side.
Shaking my head a little, I grin at them. “Sorry, what did I miss?”
“You’re so obvious, Mac,” Kate admonishes me, but her smirk totally gives her away. The way she’s been shooting puppy dog eyes at Zander all night, I’m starting to think I should hook those two up.
“Ooh, I know! Let’s play a drinking game. It’s called, what can’t you do? We each say something that we can’t do, and if someone else can do it, everyone else drinks. What do you say?” I ask, looking between them both.
Kate nods her head eagerly, and Zander just grins at me.
“Sounds good, babe.”
“Okay. I’ll start,” I say, standing up and stumbling a bit, causing Zander to grab me around my hips to stop me falling over. “Okay, I can’t touch my nose with my tongue.” I try to demonstrate and fail, collapsing in a fit of giggles which starts Kate off.
“You know I’m all over that, Mac.” Zander leans back and with ease, pokes his tongue out and easily reaches his nose, earning a loud cheer from Kate and I. “You have to drink, ladies.”
We both take a long swig of our drinks, and I sit back down. “Kate, you’re turn,” I say with a grin, waiting to see if she’s going to make this game interesting. Knowing my best friend, she’s never one to miss an opportunity.
“Okay. I can’t…touch my elbows together behind my back.”