When I get to the bar, I don’t order anything, I just lean against it, pretending to take in the crowd. I see Dani move deeper into the crowd, dancing with someone new. Eve grabs the guy she was dancing with and pulls him to the bar.
That red light starts flashing again and I make deliberate eye contact with Janelle just as the lights go off.
I waste no time following the four blue lights until our bodies are flush together. I reach my hand out to feel for her stomach and when I do I tug on her waist beads, slipping my finger beneath them to caress her bare skin.
“Hi.” Her voice is breathy and full of need.
I lift my hands to feel for her face and when I find it, I lean down and place a kiss on the side of her mouth. “Hi.”
The song switches to Zeina’s “Nasty”and Janelle slides her hands beneath my shirt, dragging her nails down my abs. I hiss at the contact and grab her hips. I can’t see her face but I can feel the urgency in her movements. When Zeina starts singing about being anxious for your love, she turns her body, planting her ass firmly against my groin and starts rotating her body. I square my feet, pushing one hand against the arch in her back and the other on her ass so that I can match her rhythm. I can’t hide my dick growing hard behind her and I don’t try to. I want her to feel me. I can feel her body shudder in my hands.
She rolls her body back so that her back is flush with my chest, leaning her head back into my shoulder. My hands trace up and down her thighs, but when my fingers brush the end of her skirt slit, I hear her gasp. Her hand slams down on top of mine and moves it closer to the thin line of her panties.
I lean down to whisper in her ear.
“Tell me what you need, J.”
“I need to come,” she whispers.
“I got you.”
I push her panties to the side and slide my fingers into her wetness. She’s soaked already and it makes my dick even harder to know all this is for me. Her head flies back into my chest again as she grinds down on my fingers, while still somehow keeping up with the beat of the song.
I cup my hand so that my three fingers can pump in and out of her while my thumb presses on her clit to make her come out and play. If I thought we’d have enough time, I’d drop to my knees to lap her up, but this will just have to be enough for now.
Her movements become more erratic, falling out of tune from the beat. The only music we can hear is our sharp breathing. I can tell she’s about to come when her legs start tensing up, so I use my free hand to wrap around her throat and pull her head back to face me. As her release starts to coat my hand, I slam my lips to hers and swallow her moans whole.
That red light starts to blink so even though the last thing I want to do is leave her, I steady her on her feet, put her panties back in place, and plant a quick kiss on her neck before walking away.
When the lights come back on, I’m standing at the bar and Janelle is looking around the crowd. She spots Dani and calls her back over and the two start talking and dancing.
I order Janelle’s drink of choice from the bartender and when he hands me the Mezcalita I turn back to find Janelle in the same place I left her. Eve has rejoined the group and is whispering in Dani’s ear so Janelle sneaks a look in my direction.
I take my finger, still coated in her release, and dip it in my drink, stirring it around. Her eyes widen at the sight and when I hold my glass up to her and wink, her jaw goes slack.
The taste of her is exactly what this drink was missing.
Chapter Five
Janelle
Last night was unbelievable and unforgettable. Letting, no, demanding Rome make me come in the middle of the dance floor where the lights could’ve come up at any moment to expose us is the most reckless thing I’ve done in a while. It was also the most freeing. I knew Rome would not only get me where I needed to go but also keep me safe while doing it.
When he made a show of using his arousal-covered finger to stir his drink, I almost dragged him to the bathroom to finish what we started. Instead, I watched him go to the bathroom alone before I went to the ladies’ room and got myself together. We spent the rest of the night dancing with each other and everyone else; except it didn’t escape my notice that Ri kept herself and Arnold in their own little corner. She seems to have fed into our mom’s bullshit notion that I am hung up on her soon-to-be husband and wants to keep me away from him.
What does it say about our relationship that she thinks I’d actually try something with her man?
Do I seem like that kind of person?
I purse my lips at my sister’s obvious mistrust, but then a still sleeping Rome pulls me in closer to him and the warmth of his body takes away the tension in my bones.
We stayed at Mystical Nightclub until they closed at three a.m. and Rome wasted no time coming to my room after we all separated. I have no idea what time we went to bed but I’m too wired to attempt to sleep now.
Careful not to wake Rome, I turn in his arms so I can take him in fully. His lashes are impossibly long; each one is perfectly curved. His right eyebrow has a slight kink in it. It’s a minor imperfection that only adds to his overall allure. His bottom lip is only slightly bigger than his top lip, moisturized and ready to be kissed. I almost want to reach my hand up and trace them, but I don’t want to risk waking him. When he’s awake, Rome has a menacing look to him. The sharp lines of his jaw and harsh eyes make him look sexy as hell, but also like he might kill you if you cross him. Sleeping, though, he looks so peaceful. Gentle even.
He looks like mine.
“You got your fill? Or should I turn to give you another angle?”
