But tonight, I could live withthat.
Me:Out with Talia. Where rYOU?
And how soon can you be underneathme?
Jude:Jesse’s. Want a ridehome?
Then he sent a motorcycleemoji.
And it gave me a ridiculousthrill.
Me:Yes. I want aride.
Jude:Might becold.
Me:You’ll keep mewarm.
Then I sent every emoji I could think of that represented a cock. Eggplant. Lollipop. That sushi emoji that looked like ahotdog.
Granted, he might’ve just thought that meant I washungry.
I had about twenty minutes to kill before he showed up, so I partook of the round of Blow Jobs the girls were sucking back at the bar. Then we danced somemore.
Then I saw Jude standing up at the bar at the edge of the dance floor, watching me bump ’n’ grind with Talia. Since he was watching, I gave him a bit more of a show, then told Talia, “My ride is here,” kissed her cheek, and sashayed on over tohim.
No exaggeration, four different guys pawed at me as I made my way off the crowded dance floor. Our little crew of babes had stirred up a lot of attention, and the boys seemed pretty bummed I was leaving—withoutthem.
I just grinned and pretty much fell into Jude’sarms.
He pulled me close, and when I tipped my head back to look at his face, his eyes searched mine. His narrowed a little. The hint of a smile tugged at hislips.
Then he kissed me. Sweet and warm, lingering. No tongue. Just akiss.
And little sparkles of happiness tingled throughme.
Dangerous.
And the feeling of walking out of that club with him… holding his hand as he led me through thecrowd…
Purejoy.
Well, hornyjoy.
We walked to his bike, me snuggled up under his armpit. Itwascold out. Lucky for me, he’d brought me a sweater. A giant black hoodie that smelled of him. I pulled it on with a dumbass smile on my face, inhaling hisscent.
Jesus Christ, the smell of thisman.
I got on his bike, right behind him, and I didn’t exactly hate that the hoodie had the Kings’ insignia on it. No words, just the wicked, skeletal king of spades design, black-on-black, that anyone who lived on the west coast of Canada would recognize a mileaway.
Kinda felt like a marking-his-territory thing, even though I knew he reallywasn’t.
Still. I didn’t mind thefeeling.
Atall.
We helmeted up, and once we were heading out of downtown across the Cambie Bridge, he opened it up a bit. When we stopped at the next light, he revved the engine, sending tingles throughme.
“Are you flirting with me?” I asked, over the roar of thebike.
