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  Her smile lit up the room, the innocence behind it smothering me, and at one point I believe she turned her head and looked at me, making my cock twitch beneath my jeans.

  I bit down on my bottom lip…hard. After gulping down the rest of the beer I was holding, I rubbed my sweaty hand over my close-cut hair, then adjusted myself as nonchalantly as I possibly could, which meant I was overly obvious with it, but I didn't give a fuck. Blondie looked at me and made me all sorts of uncomfortable. I needed relief.

  "What the fuck's got you in a trance, Alex?" Jensen asked, coming back to the table.

  "Nothing. Where's your chick?" I asked, trying to take my eyes off the only female in this bar that had ever made me lose myself.

  "She went outside to check on her friend," Jensen responded, narrowing his eyes and following my line of sight. "Why don't you go and talk to her?"

  "To who?" I quickly asked, turning my head back in his direction.

  "Don't play dumb with me, asshole. It's got to be one of those chicks. My guess is probably the Latin one, but either will do."

  I glared at him. For some reason, the way he brushed her off as any other chick in this bar really got under my skin, making me want to punch him so that he'd realize she was much more than that. All I knew about her was that she owned a pair of perfectly toned legs, long platinum-blonde hair that I could imagine wrapping in my hands as I had my way with her, and a fucking smile that was heating me up while melting me at the same time. Other than that, I didn't know a damn thing about her.

  "Sorry, man," Jensen apologized. I eased up a little, feeling ridiculous for allowing myself to get so riled up in the first place. "Anna's coming back, so I'm going to dance. I hope you get your ass off that chair and have some fun tonight." He smacked my head just as Anna, his chick of the night, pulled him back onto the dance floor.

  Some techno shit blared through the speakers, so to combat the pounding thrums in my head, I ordered another beer from a floating waitress, hoping it would calm my headache and cool me down.

  It didn't.

  Blondie was having the time of her life out there on the dance floor with her friend. Every time she stole a glance over at me, or so my inebriated mind was telling me she was doing, I grew more and more agitated. She dipped low and her tight-fitting skirt hugged her hips nicely, fitting like a second layer of skin. It stretched to accommodate the move, outlining the shapely ass that she possessed. I shifted in the chair, needing to break away from the daydream that this girl had pulled me into.

  The beer I was babysitting was removed from my hand and placed down on the table. I looked up to find Leticia Castillo, or Sergeant Castillo as she's known around the schoolhouse, standing there looking at me with a sly grin on her face.

  "You come to people watch or what?"

  "Isn't that what I always do?" I asked, finding myself yelling over the raging techno beat. My head was finally settling, even with the copious amounts of people yelling over the music just to be heard in such a small space.

  "Well, Staff Sergeant select, you aren't people watching tonight." She grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the seat and onto the dance floor. Thankfully, just as we found our place, the music switched and moved to something much more tolerable—“Yeah” by Usher. Castillo danced around me, sending flirtatious movements my way, and I played along. Thankfully, my impending hangover seemed to be fading away with every movement.

  A couple of minutes into the song, Castillo was pulled away by some guy I had never seen before, leaving me standing like a loser out there on the dance floor. Luckily, that didn't last too long as Blondie's friend shimmied her way over to me, her eyes low and wanting. When she got close enough, she threw a hand up to my chest and stroked her hips fluidly as if she were simulating a very dominating sexual act. Her eyes never left mine, and her perfectly full lips pouted even more as she intensely gyrated herself up against me. I didn't give a shit. She was hot, and so were her movements. She wasn't who or what I wanted, but she had guts, so I rolled with it.

  Before long, Blondie strolled up, looking even more fuckable up close. That pretty face I saw from afar was magnified now that she was within arm's reach. She stared her bright green eyes into mine, smiling that carefree smile at me as she did so. My cock twitched again at the sight of her, and as she took her friend's spot just in front of me, I felt it spring to life. Fuck. I couldn't stand out there on that dance floor with wood for days as this girl was grinding on me. This was some embarrassing shit.

  Blondie took the front, leaving her friend to take the back. We danced and touched as if we had known each other for years. Pretty soon, I was finding it quite easy to forget about what was happening behind me and just focus on what was standing before me. She bent over, rubbing her ass over my already hardened cock, and left it there, grinding against the rock-hard erection that was filling my pants. My mind flashed to how badly I wanted to bend her over with no clothes inhibiting us, but I quickly shook the thought away and just grabbed on to her hips and moved with her. As she made her way back up, she reached behind her and grabbed my neck, pulling my head down to hers as she swayed to the music. My hands were everywhere all at once.

  I nuzzled my nose in her neck, taking in the sweet, decadent scent of vanilla and something fruity that was radiating from her sun-kissed skin. That smell sent my already excited cock into overdrive, bulging and straining against her, begging me to release it. I wanted to, I really did, but in a crowded bar that just wasn't going to happen.

  Song after song played, and we danced together as if no one else were around. My hands had made their way over to her rock-solid abdomen, indicating that she worked out. It was a definite turn-on for me. Making my way up her chest, I stopped at her ample tits, full and perky, inviting me to have my way with them. As I worked my hands over her, she used her hands to move them quickly away, placing them back down on her hips. She was a tease, but I was certain that tonight I'd get my fill of her.

  After the fourth song, I finally asked her if she wanted something to drink. She declined, stating that she was the DD for the night, so I helped myself to a beer, feeling the urge to calm myself after practically fucking her out on the floor. When I finished it, I found her dancing with some prick who couldn't tell his left from his right. She wasn't dancing the way she'd been dancing with me, but it irritated the fuck out of me that this dude thought he had a chance with her. I smoothly walked over in their direction and grabbed her hips.

  "Thanks, man," I said as I pulled her back over to me for round two.

  She smiled, that fucking heart-melting, cock-twitching smile. "Well, that was unexpected." Her voice was soft and delicate, just like she was.

  I managed a quick smile. "You're mine tonight," I lowly rumbled, catching her off guard, Then she smiled again and turned around, going back to the moves that had successfully driven me crazy in our first bout.

  “Blurred Lines” by Robin Thicke started to play, speeding up the vibe of the bar. As I swayed to the music with her, my hands made their way down her torso, stopping at the hem of her shirt and begging to be invited in. They weren't, so I moved them elsewhere, snaking my hands back up and over her tightly defined abs, and around her teasing rack that was now showcasing a couple of hardened nipples. It made me smile to know that I was affecting her just as much as she was affecting me. A one-way show was not going to happen tonight.

  The song was sex to lyrics. Fuck, if I could have had Blondie anywhere else when that song came on, clothes would have been an afterthought, and I would have been deep inside of her by the time the first verse started. Instead, I had to settle for a grinding session on a dance floor with too many people around for my liking. We were dry-fucking on the dance floor for everyone to see and I didn't give a shit because if I had my way, this girl would be going home with me tonight.

  My hands moved to her sweet-smelling, dainty neck, and as she turned her head I took my opportunity to crash my mouth down to hers, thrusting my tongue between thos
e soft pink lips she possessed. She didn't object, opening her mouth just a tad bit more to give me all the space I needed. The minty freshness coming off of her tongue excited me much like the vanilla scent had done earlier. My tequila and beer breath couldn't have been doing much for her, but if she didn't like it, she wasn't showing it.

  Just as our kiss was intensifying, her tongue matching my own thrust for thrust, her body turning around to stand face-to-face with me, Jensen came barreling over, almost knocking both me and Blondie over. We broke from our kiss, and I turned to him with wild fury in my eyes, hoping he had a good excuse for his cock block.

  "We have to go. Now! Newsome got into a fight, and the cops were called. We have to get him out of here."

  "Fuck!" I shouted, annoyed and concerned at the same time. "What happened?"

  "I'll tell you later, but we need to get him out of here," Jensen said, urgency completely taking over his voice. He was always very by the book and knew that Newsome would be in a world of trouble on Monday if he were to get into any sort of tangle with the cops.

  "Hold on a sec!" I shouted over all of the commotion.

  "No! We have to go now."

  Annoyance pelted me, sending flushes of red over my sweat-slicked skin, but Newsome was my brother, so there was no way I was going to leave him hanging. I'd just have to hook up with Blondie another time. Unfortunately, when I turned around she was gone. I looked all around the bar, hoping she had only stepped away from a very intense Jensen, but that wasn't the case. I couldn't even find her friend. Disappointment pierced through me as I ran out of the bar with Jensen, hopping into the backseat of Riley's truck. Newsome had a couple of marks on his face, but nothing too bad that would have to be explained on Monday morning. Just as we were pulling out of the back, the cop lights and sirens came blaring through the front.

  Driving into the dark, deserted desert before us, I breathed a sigh of relief that we had just missed them, but got pissed all over again.

  I had also missed out on Blondie.