I followed Birdie into Oliver’s room, where she paused for the briefest moment as she located the closet before pulling me in with her and closing the door. I blinked as my eyes adjusted to the dark. She dropped my hand, leaning against the door frame.
“Sorry,” she said. “I never turn down a dare from Sam. But we don’t have to do anything, we can just stand here for seven minutes.”
I looked her way, her dress catching the light that spilled in from under the door. Magnetized, I took a step in her direction. “If that’s what you want.”
“I mean, it’s not…that’s not…I just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable,” she stammered. Her body was tense in the small space.
“I’m not uncomfortable,” I replied, my voice low.
Birdie laughed. “Well, then I guess we should at least be able to tell them that we did something, right? Or they’ll never let us live it down.” She stepped forward, closing the gap between us. I felt her rise onto her tiptoes as she pulled my face down toward hers and brushed a kiss onto my cheek.
Instinctively, I wrapped my arm around her waist before she could pull away, lifting her off the ground. We both paused; in the darkness, we could barely make out each other’s features, but I could feel her gaze, our faces a hair’s breadth away from each other.
“Is that all you want?” I asked.
I felt her head move ever so slightly side to side. “No,” she answered, her voice barely audible.
I swept my free arm under her ass, tucking her legs around my waist as I hoisted her higher. Her face caught the light, and I could see her studying me, her eyes bright.
“I have a rule,” I murmured.
“What’s that?” she breathed.
“I need an enthusiastic yes before I go any further. Not just a soft whisper of a yes.” My eyes had finally adjusted to the darkness, and I could see the side of her mouth quirk up.
“Kiss me,” she said, her voice louder than before. She grabbed the back of my head and brought her mouth over mine, linking our lips together. The lingering sweetness and spice of her rum and cola rolled over my tongue as I explored her mouth with mine. Her nipples hardened against my chest, and it took everything in me not to reach up and set them free from that skin-tight dress.
Her fingers scratched across the back of my scalp and a soft moan escaped my mouth before I could swallow it down.
Jesus.
This woman knew exactly what I liked and what set me off. After she scratched down my back, she brought her fingers back up to my head, laced them through my short hair, and tugged.
I ground my hips up and started to suck my way down her neck. She let a not-so-quiet moan slip from her lips. Our mouths met again as I adjusted my grip on her ass. Her cheeks were firm yet so pliable in my hands as I squeezed my fingers into them. I ran my hand along the hem of her dress and was just about to slide it up to her waist when there was a banging on the door. We quickly pulled apart and looked at each other, both a bit shell-shocked.
“Hey kids, the cars are here!” Vince’s voice was muffled through the closet door.
I set Birdie down and she fixed her dress. I adjusted myself, making sure my zipper was in the right place so it didn’t bruise my bulging cock.
“So…” I cleared my throat.
“Good game.” She smiled, eyes twinkling. “You did great for someone who has never played seven minutes in heaven.”
I opened the door and let Birdie exit first. She headed straight to the kitchen and started whispering with Sam while I grabbed my wallet and phone from the bedroom and trailed the group to the elevator. Trying to fit seven people inside was a fun game of Tetris. I ended up in the left corner with Birdie’s ass tucked into my crotch, still semi-hard from our closet make-out. She smelled of lavender and vanilla—refreshing and warm all at the same time. It took everything in me not to get fully hard.
Her scent lingered in my nose all the way to the club until all I could smell was the fog machine and smoke that seeped out of the loud, modern building. Vince talked to a formidable man standing just to the side of the door. He waved over Oliver’s security team, and they went ahead inside of us. A few minutes passed before a petite woman dressed in all black arrived to lead us up a small flight of stairs to a sectioned-off VIP area.
The VIP area was in the corner of the posh club, oppositethe DJ booth. It held two L-shaped black leather couches with a glass coffee table between them. On the table was a metal bucket full of ice-cold beers next to an array of hard liquor and glassware.
I took a seat in the corner of a couch so I could have a clear view of the club, the coolness of the leather seeping through my shirt. I liked to sit in the corner so I could have a full view of the room and assess the crowd. The place was packed, and the dance floor was full. Even though we had security with us at all times, I still hated being in crowded places like this, especially with Oliver.
“Should we take some shots?” Tej asked.
Chauncey grabbed a bottle of tequila from the table and popped the top off. Everyone grabbed a shot glass, letting Chauncey pour. After the glasses were full to the brim, we raised them together.
The guys all looked to Oliver, our resident toast maker.
“I’ll keep this one clean for the ladies.” He winked at the girls. “To those who wish us well, and the rest can go to hell!”
