Fuck, it’d been a minute since I’d been in a club. Knowing it was going to be crowded— and most likely warm and muggy—I emptied my jacket pockets, stuffing my wallet and phone into my slacks. Ditching my jacket in the car, I rolled my sleeves up and headed into the club.
It was a madhouse in here. At least I knew exactly what to look for—a red dress and the hot-as-hell birthday girl wearing it.
Weaving my way through the crowd, I passed by bachelorette parties, couples making out as if no one was watching, groups of people doing shots—anyone and everyone but my girl.
Pulling out my phone, I sent a quick text to Avery and headed for the bathroom.
Me: Baby, I’m at the club but can’t find you. Meet me by the bathrooms.
Going to a club wouldn’t be my first choice of things to do on a Friday night. But if Avery wanted to party with her friends on her birthday, I’d do anything she asked. With her here, it would be better than any other experience I’d have at a nightclub anyway.
Avery: Fuck, you look good.
My head snapped up from my phone, looking for Avery.
Left.
Right.
Through throngs of people and still no success.
Me: I don’t see you, Bella. Where are you?
Avery: God, I love when you roll your sleeves up like that. Seeing your tattoos, the veins in your arms. I could come just looking at you.
She was fucking with me. Watching me from wherever she stood in the shadows, and to be honest, I was eating up every moment of it. Even if she was likely tipsy, she had a playful bite to her, and her words stirred something inside of me.
If she wanted to play, I’d play.
Me: You’re trouble you know that? Knowing you’re watching me is hot as hell.
Without craning my neck too much, I casually looked around, attempting one more search to see if I could spot her.
Avery: It’s cute that you think you can find me.
Smirking like a fucking teenager at my phone, I shook my head. Before I could text back, another message from her came through that had me clenching my phone in my fist.
Avery: I know you’re getting hard. Grab your cock through your pants if you want me to show myself… then I’ll let you chase me.
Fuck. My cock was harder than I’d like it to be in the middle of a dark hallway. The thought of chasing her down in a crowded club, with loads of people around, cornering her and grinding my cock along her ass, sneakily running my fingers under her dress and into her warm tight cunt.
Shit.
Not one to turn down what the birthday girl wanted, my hand ran down my center, cupping my rock-hard cock. Stroking once, twice.
I licked my lips as I texted her.
Me: Show yourself, birthday girl.
Avery: God, I hope it’s not going to be hard to catch me with that rocket in your pants. ;)
Avery: Look to your left.
Doing as I was told, I looked up from my phone and to my left.
Sure enough, not far in the distance, long tanned legs stood on a pair of skinny black heels. That ruby red dress matched her perfect sinful lips, and her long dark hair was worn in loose waves. Waves that were probably tighter in the beginning of the night but had since fallen after a couple hours of dancing.
From across the hall, her eyes met mine. Tucking her hair behind her ear, the sparkle from her brand-new diamonds shined. Diamonds that I bought her.
