Unattainable (Undeniable, #3)(103)

After the fourth song, I finally asked her if she wanted something to drink. She declined, stating that she was the DD for the night, so I helped myself to a beer, feeling the urge to calm myself after practically f*cking her out on the floor. When I finished it, I found her dancing with some prick who couldn't tell his left from his right. She wasn't dancing the way she'd been dancing with me, but it irritated the f*ck out of me that this dude thought he had a chance with her. I smoothly walked over in their direction and grabbed her hips.

"Thanks, man," I said as I pulled her back over to me for round two.

She smiled, that f*cking heart-melting, cock-twitching smile. "Well, that was unexpected." Her voice was soft and delicate, just like she was.

I managed a quick smile. "You're mine tonight," I lowly rumbled, catching her off guard, Then she smiled again and turned around, going back to the moves that had successfully driven me crazy in our first bout.

“Blurred Lines” by Robin Thicke started to play, speeding up the vibe of the bar. As I swayed to the music with her, my hands made their way down her torso, stopping at the hem of her shirt and begging to be invited in. They weren't, so I moved them elsewhere, snaking my hands back up and over her tightly defined abs, and around her teasing rack that was now showcasing a couple of hardened nipples. It made me smile to know that I was affecting her just as much as she was affecting me. A one-way show was not going to happen tonight.

The song was sex to lyrics. Fuck, if I could have had Blondie anywhere else when that song came on, clothes would have been an afterthought, and I would have been deep inside of her by the time the first verse started. Instead, I had to settle for a grinding session on a dance floor with too many people around for my liking. We were dry-f*cking on the dance floor for everyone to see and I didn't give a shit because if I had my way, this girl would be going home with me tonight.

My hands moved to her sweet-smelling, dainty neck, and as she turned her head I took my opportunity to crash my mouth down to hers, thrusting my tongue between those soft pink lips she possessed. She didn't object, opening her mouth just a tad bit more to give me all the space I needed. The minty freshness coming off of her tongue excited me much like the vanilla scent had done earlier. My tequila and beer breath couldn't have been doing much for her, but if she didn't like it, she wasn't showing it.

Just as our kiss was intensifying, her tongue matching my own thrust for thrust, her body turning around to stand face-to-face with me, Jensen came barreling over, almost knocking both me and Blondie over. We broke from our kiss, and I turned to him with wild fury in my eyes, hoping he had a good excuse for his cock block.

"We have to go. Now! Newsome got into a fight, and the cops were called. We have to get him out of here."

"Fuck!" I shouted, annoyed and concerned at the same time. "What happened?"

"I'll tell you later, but we need to get him out of here," Jensen said, urgency completely taking over his voice. He was always very by the book and knew that Newsome would be in a world of trouble on Monday if he were to get into any sort of tangle with the cops.

"Hold on a sec!" I shouted over all of the commotion.

"No! We have to go now."

Annoyance pelted me, sending flushes of red over my sweat-slicked skin, but Newsome was my brother, so there was no way I was going to leave him hanging. I'd just have to hook up with Blondie another time. Unfortunately, when I turned around she was gone. I looked all around the bar, hoping she had only stepped away from a very intense Jensen, but that wasn't the case. I couldn't even find her friend. Disappointment pierced through me as I ran out of the bar with Jensen, hopping into the backseat of Riley's truck. Newsome had a couple of marks on his face, but nothing too bad that would have to be explained on Monday morning. Just as we were pulling out of the back, the cop lights and sirens came blaring through the front.

Driving into the dark, deserted desert before us, I breathed a sigh of relief that we had just missed them, but got pissed all over again.

I had also missed out on Blondie.