Page 12 of Dirty Play

Gwen and I have been friends long enough that I’ve gotten used to her flirtatious ways; it’s always been like this between us. But I’ve also been good about keeping the boundaries in place. Boundaries I’ve put in place to torture myself, all for her own good. But tonight, fuck the boundaries. There’s not a chance in hell I could sit back and watch someone else dance with Gwen, let alone take her home.

We haven’t hung out like this in a long time, not since the concert, but that’s because I put distance between us. That was the night everything changed. The night that we almost crossed the line… before I drew that line firmly in the sand. Hell, I didn’t just draw it in the sand—I cemented it, made it crystal fucking clear. And in the process, I became an absolute douche to her.

Those boundaries have remained in place… until now.

Tonight is different—there’s something in the air. The tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife, but instead of running like I usually do, I’m wading straight into the deep end, praying I don’t drown.

“It looks like you both are finally realizing some things. I think you were seconds away from stripping each other in the middle of the bar. I need a cigarette after watching the two of you dance,” Rex jokes.

“Nothing is going on,” I tell him, my eyes finding the girls who are now making their way back to the dance floor. Rex’s whole face lights up when his eyes find Sawyer.

The man is so sick in love. It’s adorable.

“I’m gonna go back out there with my girl,” Rex smiles as he drains his drink before looking at me with a raised brow. “What are you going to do?”

Looking out to the dance floor where Gwen and Sawyer have started dancing again—this time, together—all I can do is watch her. Her jeans look like they were painted on. The denim outlines each and every curve of her hips and her ass—curves that are begging to be traced with my tongue. The ass that’s been pressed against me for the last hour just asking to get fucked.

I’m rock-hard just thinking about it.

With that, I realize I’m completely, one hundred percent, out of fucks.

Tonight, I need a taste of the forbidden fruit.

Grabbing the last shot left at our table, I shoot it back and stand up, nearly knocking my chair over in the process. But I just shrug and start walking.

“I guess I’m making tonight tomorrow's problem.”

I keep walking, watching her the entire way, noticing the way the two of them are dancing, even as Rex grabs Sawyer's hips, snuggling in behind her. Gwen notices and smiles, moving to turn around, and slams directly into me. But I’ve wrapped my arms around her before she can fall, holding her up.

I don’t miss the sharp intake of breath as she realizes it was me touching her, and just how close we are right now.

“Where ya going, Tink?” I say, looking down into her bright green eyes.

“Took you long enough to come back,” she says with a smirk, before turning her back to me. With my hands still on her hips, she presses her body back into mine. I’ll never tire of feeling her ass pressed against me—our bodies lined up perfectly. “Should I assume you were watching me, or are you always this excited to dance?”

I grin, leaning forward to nip her ear lobe, earning me a squeal that quickly morphs into a moan as I slide one hand up her body, the movement torturously slow, making sure to tease the bare skin of her cleavage as I make my way to the base of her throat. I don’t grip, don’t press, just hold her in place against me, feeling the way her pulse quickens beneath my hand.

“I’ve always watched you, Tink. It’s this touching thing I’m not quite used to,” I murmur against her skin. “But don’t get it twisted. I’m always this excited to see you.”

She watches me for a moment, and I worry I’ve said too much, that letting her know she’s always had this effect on me was taking it too far. She’s a girl who likes to have fun; she doesn’t want to know I’ve been thinking about her for as long as I’ve known her, as more than just a quick fuck. That it’s been her name on my lips when I come in the shower, my hand gripping my cock, wishing it were her mouth.

Lifting on her tiptoes, she slides her back up my chest till her mouth is right beneath my ear, her lips brushing along my jaw. “Don’t start something you’re not going to finish, Cade. Because for once, Cade, I want to finish. I don’t want to be teased.”

“Who said I’m teasing?”

“I’m just saying,” she whispers. “I’m sure plenty of other guys would take me home if you’re not up for the challenge.”

My eyes narrow, her words burn, but it’s her sassiness that’s really getting to me. I want to fuck the bratty attitude out of her and punish her for being such a cock tease. Gwen has become something I can no longer run from. I’ve realized this much. But unless we’re doing this in the middle of a bar, she needs to stop talking.

“Close your mouth, Tink, before I fill it with something,” I say, my teeth grazing her collarbone. “And for the record, I’m not opposed to doing that right here, right now.”

She bites her lip, and instead of stopping this dangerous game we’re playing, she turns her body around to face me and presses her hands against my chest. We lose ourselves in the music, in the dancing, and in each other, forgetting anyone else exists.

The next few songs fly by, and when we stop to take another break and grab some water, I’m so wound up I’m sure if she brushes her ass against my cock one more time, I’m bound to come in my jeans like a teenager at prom.

“I think we’re going to head out,” Rex says, his arm around Sawyer, who looks like she’s about ready to crash. I’m not surprised between the dancing and the fact that it’s nearly one a.m.

“Do you need a ride home or are you good?” Sawyer asks Gwen, but her eyes bounce between us, eyebrows raised, like the question is actually for both of us.

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