Page 66 of Bleeding Hearts
After removing my wallet, I add some in without complaint. I went to the change machine before we even got here so she wouldn’t have to worry. Putting my wallet away, I walk past her to the first pad as she waits on the second one. I leave her to pick the song, and when it starts, I try to keep up. She moves so quickly, twisting her body to hit the pads perfectly, and halfway through, I forget to dance and just watch her.
When the song is over, she’s panting and grinning, but when she sees me, she tilts her head. “What?”
I pin Alice to the bar, my hands on her ass as I press my mouth against her ear. “Do you know you pant like that when you’re under me?”
“Lals,” she whines with a giggle, halfheartedly trying to push me away. She stares up at me with happiness gleaming in her eyes as I cop a feel and nip her earlobe before stepping back. “There are people around,” she whispers.
“So? They’ll be jealous that they don’t have such a beautiful girlfriend.” I nip her lower lip. “Too bad she’s mine.”
“They are watching,” she complains as she rolls her lips in.
“Let them,” I whisper. “They can see this, but only I get your little moans, understand?” She’s quiet for a moment as she slides her hands down my chest. “Don’t tempt me, baby.”
“Do you think we’d get kicked out if they saw my hand up your skirt?” she asks, blushing as she leans into me.
“Probably, or we’ll be arrested,” I murmur.
She shrugs. “We know a good lawyer.”
I lean in and kiss her. “Behave. You can feel me up later. Come on, let’s dance.”
She grumbles but lets me distract her with another three turns on the dance game before we head off to see what else we can play. Not once do we mention Risk. It’s like we are in our own little paradise.
“Look, a claw machine! I’ve always wanted to win a plushie.” Alice hurries over, but a man steps into her path and smiles at her as his eyes travel down her body.
Glaring, I stop at her side and drape my arm around her shoulders. He glances at me, his lecherous smile fading a little before he looks at Alice.
“Here, I have some tokens. I don’t need them.” He holds them out.
“No thanks, I have ours,” I say. I wish I could just tell him to fuck off, but I don’t want to be kicked out when my girl is having so much fun. I hate the way he’s looking at her though.
He ignores me and holds them out to her. Alice looks uncomfortable, but she takes them rather than arguing.
I just glare at the man, and his smile fades as Alice elbows me. “That’s great, thank you so much,” she says sweetly.
“Aren’t you sweet and beautiful? You look incredible in that outfit, by the way. Your legs are to die for, and your boobs look great. What size are you? A C cup?” he asks as she steps back. “I don’t suppose you’re single.”
Rolling my eyes, I push Alice behind me and step between them, crossing my arms. “She isn’t.” I consider hitting him, but I decide to make him just as uncomfortable as Alice feels. “Your legs, though, look good in those jeans. Your ass too. Tell me, what size is your underwear? Small, right?”
His eyes widen, and his cheeks heat as I step closer.
“Are you single? You look so sweet. And that outfit?” I bite my lip as I run my eyes down him. “Just my type.”
“What are you saying?” he asks, shooting embarrassed looks around as people notice.
“I’m just repeating what you said to her. Don’t like it?” I reply as I get in his face. “How about you stop being such a creep before I decide to be one to you? I could feel your ass up, but I have a feeling you’d like it.”
His mouth opens and closes as he gapes at me before he hurries away. I simply arch an eyebrow, and he nods and swallows before disappearing.
“You don’t need to scare everyone,” Alice scoffs.
“I don’t scare you,” I grumble.
“No, you don’t, my moody melon,” she teases.
“A melon? A fucking melon?” I exclaim.
“You’re ripe and sweet,” she flirts.
