Page 5 of A Man in Uniform

“I guess.” I smile softly at him, giving the man a nod. I want to be nice, letting him know I appreciate the drink.

He quirks a brow awkwardly, but doesn't smile back. His eyes never move, they're just there, staring.

“He's giving me the creeps.”

Jenn looks down the bar and rolls her eyes. “Seriously, Story? You think everyone is creepy. But that guy. . .” She pauses, letting her eyes troll him, not even afraid for him to notice. “Yeah, you're right, he's fucking creepy.” She giggles, and snatches my hand. “Come on, forget that guy, let's go dance.”

As she starts to move, I reach back, grabbing Claire by the wrist. We push through the crowd, moving to the center of the dance floor. The music is loud, heavy, and shaking my ribs. I can feel the bass as the techno beats thump and pound around us.

Jenny takes my hands, lifting them over my head as she smiles and jumps in place. I stop thinking about the creepy guy at the bar, and just let loose. I let the music in, giving it full permission to take over.

My hips roll, my hands slide and move around my body. Keeping my eyes closed, I forget everything and just enjoy myself.

I've been so tense lately, that I really did need a night to just break away. The air is hot as my body is bounced between Jenn's and Claire's. We're laughing, and I can't remember the last time I really felt this free.

It's incredible. Right now, there's no weight on my shoulders, no responsibilities hanging over my head. Tomorrow can wait.

The music beats in the background, there are people all around us. But everything around me starts to become a blur, a mesh of faces mixed with flashing lights.

Rolling to the tones floating out of the speakers, my body's a wave. I'm grinding up and down my friends, we're all twisting and rocking together causing sweat to trickle down my spine.

Suddenly, I feel strong hands dig into my hips, and I stop moving. I'm stunned for a moment, but I feel good. I have a small buzz, the alcohol is kicking in, the music is feeding my muscles, and I just want to ride this high.

The man behind me wraps an arm around my stomach, and grinds his hips against my ass. Leaning forward, I rub my ass up and down, knowing exactly what I'm doing.

I can't see his face, and I don't even try. I'm here to let loose, to just enjoy myself. I deserve it for once. Tonight is for me. I'm letting go, giving in to the mood of the club, allowing myself to be free of everything.

His hand holds my lower belly as he dips his head into the crook of my neck, and nuzzles his face against mine. And I let him.

We're both hot, our skin is warm to the touch, and there's a slick layer of sweat beading up across my forehead.

The guy starts to roll his body against mine in ways I've never felt a guy move before. His hips gyrate, his hands paint their way up and down my ribs, taking small bits, and leaving me exposed.

I wrap my arm around his neck, grinding my ass into his cock. This man is making me go crazy, creating a spark that ignites fireworks across my brain.

His hands slip down my sides, just barely tracing the edges of my breasts. So light, so delicate, yet so very very sensual.

Every piece of me is screaming for him to touch me harder. To give me more. To help me forget the world I can't escape.

The man rubs his hard cock against me, pressing it to my ass, and I'm getting wet, grinding back against him. My nipples are hard, pebbling as they graze my shirt when I roll my body, pressing back into his chest.

Gliding my arm up, I wrap his neck, and lay my head back. My fingers slip into his hair, and I grasp around his roots softly.

I feel his lips as they slide over the shell of my ear. Slow. Subtle. Tickling lightly as he lets out a breath of air.

Closing my eyes, his hand moves up my stomach, and he sets an open palm in the center of my chest. Flashes spark behind my eyes, and I freeze.

Those eyes. . . Those lips. . .A face explodes in my mind, sending a sharp pain through my chest. It's the only face that's ever made me melt, that's made me truly feel. And now he's in my fucking head.

His face. His eyes. His hands. I see it all.

And I feel it all.

The fingers on my skin, the way they grip me firmly, the way the tips of his fingers softly caress my flesh. It's sensual, it's erotic, it joggles up memories I've spent years trying to forget.

I can't do this! I'm not ready!

I stop moving as my heart races inside my chest and my lungs ache.

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