Page 6 of War's Witch
I smirk to myself, and without breaking the connection between me and the man I plan on riding tonight, I murmur, “Perfect.”
I push to my feet and walk back over to my girls, who arestill swaying and dancing to the music. I sidle up to Steffy, and we dance, grinding on each other, all giggling and loving life right now.
I grind down on Steffy, then feel one of the girls come up behind me. Looking over my shoulder, I see that it is one of the club girls, and I giggle. She is a sexy blonde with big breasts and they press against my back. Cheering and whistles sound louder than the music, and I see the brothers smiling and clapping at the way we dance.
Moving my gaze, I find War looking at me. He licks his lips, his hand dropping, adjusting his dick in his orange jumpsuit, and my pussy flutters.
But then negative thoughts seep into my brain.
He is turned on by the club girl? I mean, it is her job to service the brothers.
Shit.My mood plummets a little, but I push it down, not wanting to ruin the night for the girls, or myself. I step to the table we were sitting at and drink back the three lemon drop shots that are waiting there.
The past has a nasty way of seeping into the present, trying to ruin what you have built up once you walk away from the pain. I sit, the burn of the shots tracing fire down my throat, and for a moment, the laughter and music fade as my body lets the alcohol take over.
Memories flicker in the corners of my mind—old heartbreak, the ache of promises broken, shadows of hands that once caused me so much pain.
Tonight isn’t for ghosts.
Licking my lips, I spin on my heel and rejoin my friends, letting everything go once again.
Tonight is for sensation, for letting go, for allowing the thrum of bass and bodies drown out the whispers that I try to keep locked away.
Me and the girls are all arms, smiles, and laughter. We dance, giggle, but my body keeps drawing my attention to one spot in the room.
The spot where he stands waiting, watching. He never makes a move as hours pass, everyone is drunk, and some are in various states of dress. Some people are even fucking, which is not my thing, but to each their own.
No kink shaming from me.
War’s eyes still track me, and heat blooms inside of me, making my body needy for him. The men I was talking to earlier said that he is a fuck them and leave them type of guy, so maybe tonight is my night to get fucked hard by a biker I plan on never seeing again.
Him being a nomad is perfect for both him and me.
Chapter
Four
WAR
My gaze tracks my sexy witch, my cock thickening in my costume that Lottie made me wear.
A fucking prison jumpsuit— she thought it was apt since I have spent time behind bars.
The woman who caught my attention as soon as she walked in with her friends dances for me. She knows I am watching her; fuck, she knows the effect she is having on me because she saw me adjust my dick.
Dressed as a sexy witch, her costume fits her perfectly. The long sleek dress hugs her body like it was made for her. The slit that stop at her hip gives me a perfect view of a thigh that will soon be wrapped around me while she screams my name.
The tights with spider webs on them, and spiked heels which could pierce a man’s cock if he pissed her off enough, make her legs go all the way up. Blonde thick waves fall down her back and look perfect for wrapping around my fist as I fuck her from behind, giving us both what we want.
After my wife, no woman has ever provoked such a reaction in me, but this woman—she sparks feelings I never thought I’d crave again.
Damn, there’s something about her that stirs up a hunger deep in my chest, a longing that feels foreign and yet achingly familiar. She hasn’t touched me, hasn’t even spoken a single word, and still has my body reacting in ways I never wanted again.
There’s power in that, and I am not sure I want to get mixed up in it.
I like my life as it is; I do not want to add a complication.
Yet, I want to know what her voice sounds like, if it’s as smooth as the curve of her hip beneath that dress. I want to see if her body moves in a similar way when I fuck her as to how she is moving right now on the dance floor.
