Easy for her to fucking say! I don't think this entire room would like my "acting natural" around Jordan Mackenzie. That would entail getting naked, bending over the nearest table, and calling out, “Yes, Daddy!”
Fuck, I don’t even think Jordan would like me “acting natural” around him. He can barely handle AssholeAlex, and that’s the me everyone knows. I have a feeling he would head for the hills if he saw Real Alex. Most people book it when they see the real me, I doubt he’d be any different.
The guys and the girls holler again as the sound effects from Ginuwine's “Pony” echo in the air.
Mack drinks from his glass, his dark gaze heated as he holds my stare before he flashes a glare at Brittany.
"Mack," I greet once he reaches us. He's been doing this shit all night, and it's irritating as fuck, but as much as I hate it, I also fucking love it. He shoves me with his shoulder as he passes, and the hit is deliberate.
The music drones on about being a bachelor and looking for a partner as he flashes that wicked glare at me over his shoulder. It's full of challenge.
The look he gives me doesn't need words. It's clear as a bell.
I've been with enough assholes to knowthatlook. The one they give you when they want to fuck you—hard and unapologetically.
He wants this. Wants me. Drunk words and actions come from sober thoughts, I know that more than anyone.
I shouldn't take his bait. I really shouldn't. But when it comes to Jordan Mackenzie, I am weak.
He heads for the other side of the room, out into the hallway, and strolls towards the bathroom without a care in the world. Cocky as hell. Like he owns the place.
I love it.
You fucking asshole, you.
He's halfway across the floor before Britt pulls her hands from my chest.
"I'm going to grab another drink," she says carefully.
I smirk, shaking my head as I lean down to whisper in her ear, "And they say I'm the bad influence."
She giggles, smacking me in the chest. "You are. "
She leaves me on the dance floor, and Mack is nowhere to be seen.
I don't bother excusing myself because everyone's pretty involved and no one will miss me.
Sliding my hands into my pockets, my heart racing, I make my way to the single-person bathroom on the opposite side of the hall. I look both ways before opening the door, and for a moment, I think I miscalculated because I don't see him.
But then I feel him.
I feel him as my back hits the door. The lock clicks, echoing in the small dimly lit space.
His mouth finds mine like a guided missile, his hands finding my wrists and pinning them over my head.
"Jordan..." I breathe his name as he presses his erection against me, making me curse. There isn't much roomin this tiny bathroom, and between the both of us, our bodies barely fit in here. Which means I feel everything. And I know he can too—including my solid cock.
His fingers wrap around my wrists tightly as he uses his body weight to shove me even harder against the door, causing it to rattle.
"Oh, fuck," I curse.
My lips travel to his neck, then the corner of his mouth. I kiss him everywhere I can reach, from his jaw to his earlobe. A deep groan escapes me, knowing the reason he’s so hard is because of how badly he wants me.
His cufflinks glisten in the low light, catching my attention as he removes one hand from my wrist and places it around my throat.
I should walk away. I should unlock this door and tell him to come at me when he's sober. This is a bigger mistake than the first time.
We’ve been there, and we’ve done this. It wasn’t easy the first time, and this time it’s going to tear me the fuck apart. But I kiss him anyway because this is Jordan Mackenzie, and I can’t help myself. My heart races in my chest as he devours me, his lips bruising and sharp, his tongue warm and eager. He grinds himself against me, and I can't help but moan in response.
