Burned (Devil's Blaze MC, #2)(102)

We’ve been at the club for an hour now. I wore my shortest, curve hugging dress in cranberry red. This is my signature color. It goes good with my bronze American Indian skin tone. My hair looks fabulous--long, chocolate brown, loose spirals hang down to my mid back. My shoes are a strappy wedge. I don’t need to be falling on my ass while dancing. Yes, it may provide some amusement for the locals, but my intension is not to be the entertainment tonight. I am looking for my own personal entertainment, someone who can satisfy a certain need. Before you get the wrong idea about me, I’m not the type who sleeps around with random men. I never had a one-night stand, never even came close. In fact, I have slept with a grand total of two men.

Tonight is the first night I am putting myself out there again. After Travis left, I realized I based my life around his. I needed my own goals, a bucket list. Calling it that sounded too boring, like Travis. My grandmother, to this day, tells me her stories, she calls them adventures. It makes life seem more exciting calling it an adventure, and exactly what I need…. excitement. Slowly, I’ve been forming my own list of adventures. Tonight I am ready to cross some items off that list, and “pick up guy at club” just happens to be on it. That is if someone catches my eye. Looking for a new man was not on my agenda, but I may be persuaded to go to an after-hours party, for two. There is only one requirement…. Must be smokin’ hot.

For six long years, Travis the Douche, his accurate name, and I went to the same two bars where everyone was his friend. A typical evening’s conversation would consist of…

“Why can’t you dress more like her?” “Because I’m not a stripper, Travis.”

“Why can’t your body look more like that?” “Because I’m not made to be a size zero, Travis.”

“I don’t like your hair like that.” “Well, how do you want it to look? This is the hair I was born with, Travis.”

And so on and so on. Ok, so I lied… there is more than one requirement. He cannot be a douche, like my ex, this means he must know how to have a good time!

At this moment, I wonder why it took me so long to open my eyes and see that Travis, in fact, is a Douche. When he told me he couldn’t handle living with me, I was dumbfounded. There was nothing for him to handle. I handle all the cooking, cleaning, pay the electric, and the rent. The only job he had, pay the cable bill. Aly looks at me, knowing my thoughts are drifting. “If you don’t stop that, I’ll slap you upside the head.” Because that’s what best friends say to you when you are being an idiot. I let Travis affect my life for too long. So, that’s it! I am stripping all thoughts of The Douche out of my head and moving on.

My girls and I are finally letting off some much needed steam. I brought Alyssa, my best friend for life. Lexi is the resident party girl of our group. She only does one-night stands or keeps friends with benefits, saying relationships are too much work. Then there is Dani, my coworker, and Jade, who I met the night of my twenty-first birthday. It has been a month since the Douche incident and I feel fantastic. We are dancing, bumping and grinding against anything and everything that is male because it makes us feel sexy.

Elements’ serves these amazing signature drinks that match their theme, and I plan on trying each one. I make my way to the bar with Aly and Lexi. As we walk, Lexi is giving me pointers, indicating out options for the night. Before I can even consider approaching anyone, I need more courage. When we arrived earlier, I started out light; it was a fruity drink with edible flowers. This time, I decided to go with the ocean blue martini. As we step up to the bar, the three of us partake in the literal smoking shots. They serve them in a tray of six, each one different. Once we each have our own set, we toast each other, then down the hatch...because that's how we roll tonight.

The effects of the alcohol are definitely kicking in and I'm ready to hit the dance floor again. The DJ is playing a Ke$ha mix. Blow comes through the speakers. Instantly, I start scanning the crowd for Jade. She points to me from across the dance floor. You know that one song, the one that makes you happy, no matter what kind of mood you are feeling? You turn the song up full blast in the car, all the men honk, while the women look at you as if you are completely crazy? That’s what this song does to me. Jade and I first heard this song on a road trip together. When I reach her, I start my best hip shake. I’m not a dancer by any means, but I know how to shake what God gave me. God blessed me with hips and a set of boobs to match. For the first time in my life, my five foot seven, size ten frame felt sexy.

The DJ goes straight into the hot song of the summer, one with a sensual beat behind it. While getting into the groove of the music, I suddenly feel two hands on my hips. I don't look back, yet, because I can’t bear to be disappointed. I look at Lexi and she does a double wink, our signal that he fits requirement one. A single wink with a hand sweeping the shoulder means do the spin and leave move.

I continue shaking my ass against his length. The longer we grind, the more I feel him growing harder and harder. His arm snakes around my waist pulling me tight to his chest, which feels like a brick wall of solid muscle. I move my hands up around his neck into his hair, loving the length, short, but just enough for me to grab. Please let him be hot. I don’t think my girl would lie to me, but I’m not in the mood for a tease from them.

Maybe it's the alcohol, but who cares? I never get to act like this. I'm twenty-six and SINGLE.