Unattainable (Undeniable, #3)(102)
"What the f*ck's got you in a trance, Alex?" Jensen asked, coming back to the table.
"Nothing. Where's your chick?" I asked, trying to take my eyes off the only female in this bar that had ever made me lose myself.
"She went outside to check on her friend," Jensen responded, narrowing his eyes and following my line of sight. "Why don't you go and talk to her?"
"To who?" I quickly asked, turning my head back in his direction.
"Don't play dumb with me, *. It's got to be one of those chicks. My guess is probably the Latin one, but either will do."
I glared at him. For some reason, the way he brushed her off as any other chick in this bar really got under my skin, making me want to punch him so that he'd realize she was much more than that. All I knew about her was that she owned a pair of perfectly toned legs, long platinum-blonde hair that I could imagine wrapping in my hands as I had my way with her, and a f*cking smile that was heating me up while melting me at the same time. Other than that, I didn't know a damn thing about her.
"Sorry, man," Jensen apologized. I eased up a little, feeling ridiculous for allowing myself to get so riled up in the first place. "Anna's coming back, so I'm going to dance. I hope you get your ass off that chair and have some fun tonight." He smacked my head just as Anna, his chick of the night, pulled him back onto the dance floor.
Some techno shit blared through the speakers, so to combat the pounding thrums in my head, I ordered another beer from a floating waitress, hoping it would calm my headache and cool me down.
It didn't.
Blondie was having the time of her life out there on the dance floor with her friend. Every time she stole a glance over at me, or so my inebriated mind was telling me she was doing, I grew more and more agitated. She dipped low and her tight-fitting skirt hugged her hips nicely, fitting like a second layer of skin. It stretched to accommodate the move, outlining the shapely ass that she possessed. I shifted in the chair, needing to break away from the daydream that this girl had pulled me into.
The beer I was babysitting was removed from my hand and placed down on the table. I looked up to find Leticia Castillo, or Sergeant Castillo as she's known around the schoolhouse, standing there looking at me with a sly grin on her face.
"You come to people watch or what?"
"Isn't that what I always do?" I asked, finding myself yelling over the raging techno beat. My head was finally settling, even with the copious amounts of people yelling over the music just to be heard in such a small space.
"Well, Staff Sergeant select, you aren't people watching tonight." She grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the seat and onto the dance floor. Thankfully, just as we found our place, the music switched and moved to something much more tolerable—“Yeah” by Usher. Castillo danced around me, sending flirtatious movements my way, and I played along. Thankfully, my impending hangover seemed to be fading away with every movement.
A couple of minutes into the song, Castillo was pulled away by some guy I had never seen before, leaving me standing like a loser out there on the dance floor. Luckily, that didn't last too long as Blondie's friend shimmied her way over to me, her eyes low and wanting. When she got close enough, she threw a hand up to my chest and stroked her hips fluidly as if she were simulating a very dominating sexual act. Her eyes never left mine, and her perfectly full lips pouted even more as she intensely gyrated herself up against me. I didn't give a shit. She was hot, and so were her movements. She wasn't who or what I wanted, but she had guts, so I rolled with it.
Before long, Blondie strolled up, looking even more f*ckable up close. That pretty face I saw from afar was magnified now that she was within arm's reach. She stared her bright green eyes into mine, smiling that carefree smile at me as she did so. My cock twitched again at the sight of her, and as she took her friend's spot just in front of me, I felt it spring to life. Fuck. I couldn't stand out there on that dance floor with wood for days as this girl was grinding on me. This was some embarrassing shit.
Blondie took the front, leaving her friend to take the back. We danced and touched as if we had known each other for years. Pretty soon, I was finding it quite easy to forget about what was happening behind me and just focus on what was standing before me. She bent over, rubbing her ass over my already hardened cock, and left it there, grinding against the rock-hard erection that was filling my pants. My mind flashed to how badly I wanted to bend her over with no clothes inhibiting us, but I quickly shook the thought away and just grabbed on to her hips and moved with her. As she made her way back up, she reached behind her and grabbed my neck, pulling my head down to hers as she swayed to the music. My hands were everywhere all at once.
I nuzzled my nose in her neck, taking in the sweet, decadent scent of vanilla and something fruity that was radiating from her sun-kissed skin. That smell sent my already excited cock into overdrive, bulging and straining against her, begging me to release it. I wanted to, I really did, but in a crowded bar that just wasn't going to happen.
Song after song played, and we danced together as if no one else were around. My hands had made their way over to her rock-solid abdomen, indicating that she worked out. It was a definite turn-on for me. Making my way up her chest, I stopped at her ample tits, full and perky, inviting me to have my way with them. As I worked my hands over her, she used her hands to move them quickly away, placing them back down on her hips. She was a tease, but I was certain that tonight I'd get my fill of her.