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He looks like a rich fuck, with perfectly styled dark hair, but I force a friendly smile on my face and take his hand, saying, “Nice to meet you. Adrian.”

He shifts toward the guy next to him and says, “This is Brian.” Then he points at the guy closest to Lex and says, “And that’s Dallas.”

Brian holds his hand out, and I take it. When Dallas steps up, hand extended, I glare at it, then wrap my arm around Lex’s waist, pulling her into me. He steps back, raises his hands, and says, “Sorry, man. Didn’t know she was spoken for.” He reaches up and adjusts the Carolina Hurricanes ball cap, pulling it a little lower on his face. Sandy colored hair is barely visible under it.

He looks like a bitch.

“Now you know,” I spitat him.

The song changes, and Rosie jumps up and down. I don’t know if another girl has annoyed me as much as she is right now. She looks at Lex, her eyes bright, and says, “This isoursong! Let’s go dance!”

Without waiting, she grabs Lex’s hand and drags her toward the dance floor. The group of guys takes the opportunity to escape from our tense encounter, and I turn back to the bar, needing another drink. The bar is busier, and it takes me longer to get a refill on my beer. When I finally make my way to the dance floor, it takes all of three seconds to spot them.

In a sea of boring, basic, monotone women, she’s a fucking technicolor rainbow.

Her long hair hangs down her back in loose waves. Her tattoos are a stark contrast against the barely-there black dress. She’s taller than nearly every other female because of the insane heels she opted to wear.

Rosie and Lex hold hands as they sway to the beat, twisting their bodies in a slow, sensual rhythm. Every guy around them turns to watch them move. The Hurricanes’ logo captures my attention, and I watch it move through the crowd toward the girls. I watch him check his surroundings before stepping up to Lex. His buddy, Rich, steps up to Rosie, pulling her away, leaving Lex to his friend. My knuckles crack under the pressure of how hard I clench my fists.

His hand travels down her back, landing just above her ass, and pulling her into him. She stumbles slightly over her heels, and her hand lands on his chest to stabilize herself. I can’t see her expression, but I can see the way she tries to push off him. He’s got her in a tight grip, and I’m already charging toward them when his mouth brushes her ear as he whispers to her.

She’s shaking her head when I grab him by the front of his shirt, reaching between them and ripping him away from her.The action has him colliding with her and spilling her pink drink down the front of her chest and dress. Dallas’s eyes go wide, and I’ve got rage and size on my side. I use it to fling him like a rag doll. He collects himself, finding his balance, and for a brief moment, I think we’re in for a fight. He squares his shoulders, and his jaw flexes.

But there’s murder in my eyes, and he quickly retreats, making a dash off the dance floor. I spin back to check on Lex, only to find her equally as furious, arms folded over her chest. “What is your fucking problem, Adrian?” she shouts over the pounding bass.

I step in to her, refusing to yell to be heard, and grit out, “You are my fucking problem. This dress. These ‘fuck me’ heels are my fucking problem.”

She shoves me as she storms past, heading for the restroom. I’m vibrating with anger, and my fists physically ache with the need for release. I contemplate chasing after my good friend, Dallas, but something pulls me toward her. Something always pulls me back to her.

I don’t hesitate when I reach the women’s restroom, pushing my way into the dimly lit, grimy room. A girl applying lipstick in the mirror squeaks and rushes out the door when she sees me. Further down, Lex uses a paper towel to blot at the spilled drink that’s soaked the front of her dress. She doesn’t flinch or flee. She sighs, looking at me in the mirror, and rolls her eyes. She reaches for the faucet, turns on the water, and uses it to splash at her chest. The water runs down her tits, into the fabric of her dress, and my mouth waters at the sight of it.

Wonder what that tastes like.

Behind me, the door opens, but I reach out and slam it closed before anyone can enter.

She spins to face me, defiance heavy in her eyes, and says, “You really are a fucking bear, you know? Should we head back out there so you can throw another guy at me?”

I don’t respond; instead, I take a step toward her. Her expression doesn’t falter, and she holds her ground. Water drips from her fingertips, down the curve of her clavicle, over that anchor tattoo. I continue, taking measured steps until I’m right in front of her and can smell the sweet passion fruit liqueur from her drink. I gotta know what it tastes like, so I push her back into the wall, and lower my head, trailing my tongue across the skin between her tits. The sweetness from the drink mixes with the saltiness of her skin, making my head swim.

She gasps, and I can feel her heart accelerate under me. Her chest heaves, and when I stand up, dangerously close to her mouth, I say, “I removed him.Yougot in the way.”

She huffs a humorless laugh, and at some point, I grabbed her hips because my fingers dig into her, and my dick strains painfully inside of my jeans. I press forward, digging it into her, letting her feel how fucking crazy she drives me. The movement has her dress riding up, revealing the front of her black, lacy panties.

I tilt my head to glance down, smirking when I say, “Told you not to wear this dress.”

She’s breathy, practically gasping when she says, “And I told you I’m not yours to command.” I drop my hand to the inside of her thigh, slowly tracing her skin upward. She squirms against me, swallowing slowly. I watch the way her throat bobs, and damn I want to see that throat filled with my cock. “I don’t belong to you, Adrian.”

“Want to try that again. Maybe the second time I’ll believe you. Maybe you’ll believe yourself.” Her breath hitches at my words, and I push her tiny skirt up further, rubbing my fingersover the outside of the lacy fabric that conceals her perfect pussy. “Soaked, Lex. You’re fucking soaked. Should I go find Dallas for you?”

She pushes her hips against my hand, desperate for my touch, so I oblige, applying pressure to her clit through her panties. She lets out the neediest moan, and I close the obsolete distance between our mouths.

She tastes like fruit and sugar, and her kisses are hungry. Her arms wrap around my neck, pulling me in closer. I grab her thighs, lifting her to wrap her legs around my waist. I trail my lips down her jaw, nipping at the tender flesh of her neck.

I move, turning to sit her on the edge of the sink. It’s small, and her legs dangle off the side, granting me access to push between them. I push the thin lace between her thighs to the side, running my fingers down her center and sliding two inside. She’s an inferno. Hot, wet and begging to be filled with my cum.

“Adrian…” she gasps. I curl my finger, finding that spot that has her back arching off the mirror.

With my other hand, I grab her neck, returning her eyes to mine. I kiss her needy, swollen lips softly, then say, “Say it, Lex.” She squirms against my fingers that have stilled inside of her, but says nothing. I tighten my grip slightly, pulling my fingers out, and unbuckle my belt. Her eyes shift down, and a whimper escapes her. “Tell me who you belong to,” I demand. Her lips twitch, a smirk playing at the corner of her mouth, but she stays silent.

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