“What are you trying to forget?” she whispers as she reaches behind her to unclasp her bra. Her perfect tits bounce as they fall from the thin fabric.
I think she asked me a question, but I was too distracted. Everything about this woman draws me in. I realize I’ve been staring at her tits for too long. Her cheeks are flushed a beautiful scarlet color, not too far off from the matching bra and thong.
“What did you ask?” My words slur as the alcohol continues to drag me further into its depths. She leans forward, pressing her body against mine. A pulse runs down my spine and causes my cock to throb. She felt it. I know, because the second after it happened, the scarletblush on her cheeks turned to the shade of carmine. Bright, vivid red.
“I asked you what you’re trying to forget? Lost love?”
“Not the kind of love you’re thinking.”
“Ah. Family member?” she asks. Her body tenses as I nod.
“Pretty much.” The pain that has slowly loosened its grip from around my heart for the last twenty years suddenly clutches on with a bruising force.
“I can understand that. I’ve lost family, too,” she shrugs.
Her lips tilt as a frown threatens to cast a shadow on this beautiful woman. Shadows can’t be cast over her because she is a fucking light. When she sat on my lap and asked about a dance, I swear to God, the room looked brighter. Her inner light…As bright as sunshine…
“I’m sorry, Sunshine. I didn’t mean to bring down the evening.”
“What did you call me?” she asks as she sits up. Her nails dig into my chest, and I can feel her legs tightening on my hips.
“Sunshine.”
“Why?” She doesn’t look mad, only confused.
“Sorry. Was that an ex's nickname for you?”
“No. Just…Never mind.” She leans again to kiss me. I want to ask her more, but she doesn’t let me.
I’m regretting these fucking restraints. I want to touch her. I want to feel every fucking inch of her beautiful body. I want to be able to feel the heat of her skin as I make her scream my name.
She’s grinding her body against mine as we kiss. I canfeel the heat radiating off her. My cock is painfully hard. Fuck, I want to bury myself in her. I want to drown in her. She’s perfect and I want her!
“Doll,” I breathlessly try to break our kiss.
“What?” She barely pulls away. I can feel the tingling of electricity between our lips.
Suddenly, my vision starts to blur. Fuck, I drank too much. I’m going to pass out. My eyes close again. I can feel her fingers digging into my shoulders. I can hear her voice, but it’s muffled as I drift further into intoxication. Had I known I would be meeting her tonight, I would have never drunk this much. Oh well. I did say I wanted to forget…
“Hey!” She grips my chin, forcing my eyes open. The tips of her nails digging in are causing a welcomed pain.
“Yes, Sunshine?” I tease. As the blurriness fades a bit, I see her glaring at me. She looks feisty. It’s hot.
“I asked how do you know Declan?” she asks quietly.
“Declan?”
“Yeah, Declan McGrath? He owns the club.” She practically hisses his name.
“No, Jocko owns the club. Wait, you said McGrath…Is he Jocko’s kid?”
“Yeah. Jocko died almost 5 years ago. Declan runs Badlands now.”
“Well, I don’t know Declan. Hell, I didn’t even know Jocko had a kid!”
“How did you know Jocko?” she asks.
Her head tilts in that adorable way. The sweet and innocently confused way. Fuck. Why did I have to agree to restraints again? Oh yeah, I wanted to give up control.Idiot. You know you can never give up control. It’s not in your blood.
