Page 55 of The Anti-Bachelorette (The Anti-Bachelorette 1)

I grab Angela, and we head upstairs to the nightclub area. The music is so loud that I feel the base beating through my body. Since we are already pretty trashed, we head straight to the dance floor. At first we just dance with each other, but it doesn’t take long for the guys to start crowding around.

I lean in to whisper in Angela’s ear while I grind up against her. “Remember young. No old dudes.”

She laughs and glances around and finds some guy who looks like he’s barely 21. She pushes me into his friend who looks just as young. They aren’t bad looking guys, but no one I would ever seriously consider. Not even to take home.

Angela laughs. “This young enough for you?”

I laugh back at her. “Yes! They don’t remind me of Alaric at all.”

We dance with them for a few songs and then head over to the bar for another drink and to take a breather. There are a couple of hot guys nearby, and Angela immediately puts on the charm. After a couple of minutes they are buying us drinks and heading back with us to the dance floor.

The song changes to a slower, sexier song, and my guy pulls me closer. He grinds up on me from behind, and I let him. I could definitely see myself taking him home. He’s much closer to my age than the guys from earlier. Maybe a year or two older than me. Much more built and manly. I close my eyes as he dances with me, and suddenly I am imaging what it felt like to have Alaric up against my body.

I open my eyes back up to bring myself back to the present. I focus on the music and the way the beat moves through my body. I am just getting back into it when suddenly my guy pulls back. It almost felt like he was pulled backward off of me.

I am about to turn around and see what’s going on when I feel hands back on my hips and a body pressed up against my back. Angela gives me a huge smile. I don’t need to turn around to know who it is. I recognize the way he feels and his scent.

Angela steps forward. “I’m calling your dad to pick me up.”

I nod and she leaves the dance floor so it’s only me and Alaric in a sea of people. I don’t know if it’s because I’m drunk or just because I missed the feel of him, but I press back and run my body up and down his to the beat. His arm wraps fully around my waist and his lips press down on my neck. He kisses his way up to my ear where he lingers. “Emory…” He whispers in my ear.

I feel like I can’t wait anymore. I turn in his arms and press my lips to his. He immediately responds like he wants me just as much as I want him. He grabs the back of my head and pushes his tongue into my mouth. Then he pulls back slightly. “Let’s get out of here.”

He grabs my hand and leads me out of the bar and to the parking garage across the street where we parked. Right when we get to his truck, he presses his body up against mine, pressing me against the truck. His hands roam down my body more aggressively than in the club. “God I’ve missed you.” He breathes out as he kisses up my neck.

His lips press back against my mouth, but I pull back after a moment. “What are you going to tell my dad now?”

He just chuckles and kisses me again. “That I’m physically incapable of staying away from you.”

He reaches down and picks me up and opens the door. I squeal in delight. He sets me on the driver seat and then reaches down and pulls the lever to make the chair go all the way back. Then he follows and slams the door shut as he climbs on top of me. I look up at him surprised. “Has this chair always been able to go back this far?”

He just smirks at me. “No. I went and had it custom made just so I could fuck you here tonight.” He says sarcastically

I smile back up at him. “Well, get to it then.”

He smiles back at me and then presses his mouth to mine again. He quickly lifts up my dress and pulls my panties down while I unzip his zipper. Moments later he is lined up at my entrance, and I pull him down inside of me. Our mingled moans fill the truck.

Even though it’s only been a week since we’ve been together, it feels much longer. Having to be so close to him all week but not being able to touch him was driving me mad. It doesn’t take long for me to climax and Alaric follows very soon after.

We both just lay there for a minute after trying to come down from the adrenaline high. Reality starts to sink into my tipsy thoughts. What does this mean? I know me and Alaric need to talk, but I don’t want to ruin the moment.

He lifts up a little and brushes some hair out of my face. “Don’t ever let anyone touch you like that again. Only I can touch you like that.”

I raise an eyebrow at him. “Excuse me?”

He just laughs. “You heard me. You’re mine now.”

I laugh back. “I don’t know what you think I agreed to but…”

He narrows his eyes at me.”Emory. I’m serious. I don’t want you dating other people.”

I raise an eyebrow at him. “What exactly are you asking me?”

He just smirks. “You know what I’m asking you. Don’t play dumb.”

I open my mouth at him. “No. No I don’t think I do. I think you need to spell it out for me.”

He closes his eyes and cringes. “I want you to be exclusive with me.”

He peeks an eye open, and I have the biggest grin on my face. “Alaric. Are you asking to be my boyfriend?” I ask mockingly.

He just comes up and kisses my lips. “Shut up.” Then he deepens the kiss, and I do just that.

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