A Wild Ride (Jessica Brodie Diaries #3)(65)

There was also the smell of marijuana. I didn’t miss that about California so much.

William tried to lead me by putting his hand on the small of my back and firmly pointing my body like a dance, but too many men stopped in front of me to say hello.

William then grabbed my hand and led himself, parting people with his large body. Men stopped and stared at William. The g*y ones wanted to move in. The straight ones either wanted to fight him or dress like him.

We went up some stairs, then we went up more stairs. This place was freaking huge! And the beat. What can I say about the beat? It was intense. It infused my body. I could tell it was the best mixers on duty making something magical. Girls and guys alike moved pumped to the music, to the throbbing base. I couldn’t wait for another glass of champagne and to dance with my...fiancée!

OMG!

We got to a VIP section, of course. When William made plans, he did nothing by halves. The entire area was sectioned off, but within, each person got a booth in an open floor plan. Or a collection of them, depending on party size.

We had a smallish booth, of course, being that we were only two, but had our own waitress, which definitely rocked. While the digs didn’t look rich by anyone’s standards, it seemed like a high dollar area. In fact, a famous rap star had a big area for him and his entourage next to us. I didn’t know which rap star because I wasn’t all that into rap, but some chick was gushing over touching him so I got the idea.

We settled in, me nestled against William, encircled in his hard inviting arms. We placed our order and he lifted my chin to give me a firm kiss. I could feel his urgency matching my own. We both wanted to be alone, but didn’t want privacy quite yet.

When the drinks arrived we saluted to life together. My heart started racing and my smile was basically painted on. I couldn’t ever remember feeling this elated. I was soaked in it.

“Are you nervous?” William asked into my ear.

“About what?”

“Life. With me. Forever.”

“Honestly, a bit. I am excited, and so much in love it hurts. But yeah, still scared a little.”

“Me, too,” he whispered, “but in a good way. I’ve been waiting for this for a long time. Waiting for you for a long time. Thank God you are irresistible, or that I came clean before you moved away.”

I kissed him again, moving my hand down his chest, down his stomach, and over his crotch. I heard his intake of breath as he pulled his face away from mine. His eyes were smoldering. I smiled but kept rubbing.

“Let’s dance,” he said in a strangled voice.

We downed our drinks and he caught the waitress to order two more as we headed to the dance floor. In this place there were many areas to dance, all with writhing bodies. Small tables for standing dotted the walkways, as did dancers of all level of drunk. There were also paid dancers in skimpy clothes up on platforms.

We got amongst a bunch of people grinding to the music. William brought me close. He had taken off his jacket and was now wearing a tight shirt that accentuated his broad shoulders and delicious pecks. I rubbed those shoulders and put my thigh between his so I was rubbing against his hard erection. He grabbed my butt and ground me into him, kissing me intensely, opening my mouth with his.

We were more concerned with being close then dancing well, but we both had natural rhythm and kept up easily. It wasn’t hard with the base vibrating the marrow in my bones. He threw me in a sexy dip and ran his hand across my chest as I came up. He pulled me closer, if that were possible, and moved our thighs in such a way that we were ha**ng s*x through clothes on the dance floor.

I was grabbing him everywhere I could, kissing him hungrily, desperate to get him inside of me to ease this terrible ache. I moaned in his ear before I grabbed his earlobe with my teeth and sucked. I was going crazy with anticipation and certainly wouldn’t last much longer.

William must have thought the same thing because he grabbed my hand and led me back toward the booth. I didn’t want to go quite yet, but I needed to get him na**d more than anything, so I made no complaints about his decision.

Instead of hitting the booth, though, he took a turn and pushed me into one of the bathrooms up by our booth. It was not as busy because it was in the VIP section, and we didn’t have to wait at all.

He followed me in.

He would never have made that dancing display in Texas, I realized. And sex in a bathroom? Not a hope. But in the land of strangers, apparently William let his hair down.

As soon as the door was locked William was on me. His hands ripped my dress up to expose my h*ps and moved my underwear aside as he pushed two eager fingers into my warm folds. He rubbed and stretched, creating a beautiful friction that just wasn’t enough.

His other hand had the top of my dress down below my br**sts and his hot mouth found a nipple and sucked. A cry escaped my lips as I yanked his pants down and quickly pulled out his rock hard erection.

He pushed himself up against me, moved my undies more, and inserted himself with one quick thrust to sheath himself fully. I could hear a low growl in his throat as he held me there for a minute, savoring my hot, wet grip.

I brought my legs up around his h*ps and started moving him inside me, needing him hard and fast. He complied immediately, pulling himself out almost completely, leaving just his swollen head in my opening, then thrusting back in.

He was pushing into my core savagely with an animalistic desire, kissing me deeply and holding my legs around his hips. I was grabbing his shoulders with claw-like hands and clinging on for the ride.