A Winter's Date (25 page)

“Joel!” we both say and giggle in surprised shock.

Lana moves closer to the two us. “A Vegas Bomb?” she yells above the music.

“Yeah, that’s what she said.”

“Yum, it’s just Malibu rum, peach schnapps, Red Bull, and a shot of Crown Royal,” she says without having to even think about it, but then quickly explains, “I used to be a bartender.”

“That sounds dangerous.” I waver before taking it, but toast her anyway before downing the shot.

She smiles and starts dancing again once she’s finished it. “Do you like it?”

I lick my lips in delight and throw my arms up as I start to move my body to the beat vibrating through me. “I love it.”

Joel is texting on his phone and before I know it, Noah is in my line of sight, Coen moving through the crowd right behind him. He must be having a good time, because when he reaches me, he wraps me in his arms and lifts me, colliding his lips with mine.

Coen moves around us, pulling Lana to his body, and starts moving with her to the beat of the addicting music.

I smile against Noah’s lips and bite. “Well, hello, did you miss me?”

“Damn right I did. How’s your foot? Be honest with me; I won’t fare well with a lie from those lips of yours.”

My heart melts at his concern for me, and I continue to realize I was such a fool to think otherwise. “I need to sit down,” I admit and look up to meet his eyes, hoping he doesn’t get mad.

His smile is almost triumphant as he sets me down and leads me back to the bar where he finds a solitary empty barstool. He helps me up onto it and spins me around, making me face him. “Does that help?”

“Yes, thank you.” I feel instant relief the moment I’m off of my feet.

“What would you like to drink?” Noah raises his hand to get the bartender’s attention, and I’m not surprised he gets first priority over everyone else at the bar. The female bartender leans against the bar top, showcasing her breasts for my man.

I feel a hot surge of jealousy course through my veins. “Surprise me.”

He asks her for a French martini for me, and a beer for himself before turning back to me. She walks away and he takes my mouth slowly, showing her that he’s mine.

A few moments later the bartender loudly places our drinks on the bar top. Noah hands his card over, but doesn’t stop looking at me. Materializing out of the crowd behind us, Joel smacks Noah on the back. “Hey fucker, I’m going to steal your girl for a dance, regardless of what you say. I need to piss off Red.”

I look up at Noah with interest.
How is this going to go?

“Keep your hands to yourself, and you’ve got yourself a dance, dipshit.”

He laughs and fist bumps Noah. “I promise nothing, dickhead.” He grabs my wrist and pulls me from my stool.

Noah winks at me, and mouths, “I love you.”

I beam at him as I’m dragged out to the dance floor. Taken by surprise when Joel gets behind me, I laugh. Though I can’t see much in the dark of the club, I can feel his resilient form pressed up against my back. He’s setting aside the FBI stereotype and taking on an entirely different demeanor, demanding control of my movements when he grinds his hips into my behind.

Oh shit, I had no idea.

He leans down and shouts so I can hear, “I’m taking her home tonight, mark my words.”

I giggle and start dancing with him, trying not to put too much weight on my bad foot.

I know that his hands are on my hips but I don’t feel that he’s being the slightest bit sexual. I look over and see the redhead staring at us. “Joel, she’s watching you. Turn it up a little, whisper in my ear or something,” I shout over my shoulder at him.

He takes my advice and leans down. “What the hell am I supposed to be whispering? Maybe something like Noah is going to fucking eat me alive?”

That makes me laugh so hard and my head falls back against his shoulder. “Joel! Oh my God, that was hysterical.” I continue to dance against him, and he laughs with me.

“No, seriously, Heather, you’re going to get my ass kicked.”

“Well, I hope it’ll be worth it.”

I turn to see where his redheaded conquest went, and when I turn back she is standing right in front of me.
Holy crap.

“Can I cut in?” she shouts in my ear, and I look back up at Joel.

He winks down at me, and I smile before taking a step toward her. I grab her upper arms and lean into her.

“From what I can tell . . . he’s hung,” I say so only she can hear before I walk back to my man who’s been watching me the entire time.

“Nice show, ballerina,” he says as he kisses my neck.

“Yeah? Maybe I should become a famous actress instead of dancing?” I say as I reach around him and grab my martini.

“No, I like watching you dance. You’re damn good at it and it’s when you’re the happiest.”

“That’s not true. It used to be when I was happiest.”

“Used to?” he asks over the music before helping me up onto the barstool.

My smile widens, and I pucker my lips, wanting a kiss. “Now I’m happiest when I’m with you.”

His rigid arms tighten around me and he kisses me slowly, passionately. “I love you, Heather Lane.”

“And I love you. So tell me . . . were you about to kill Joel?” I ask with a smile.

He chuckles. “Were? Mmm, ballerina, I still am.”

I laugh, and my head falls back. “Noah, stop. No, you’re not.” I smack his hard chest and bite at my lip before adding, “He’s your friend.”

“A friend who owes me one, big time. Are you ready to go so I can see that naked ass again, or would you like to hang out with Lana some more?”

The alcohol that’s flowing through my veins has me extremely horny, and I look over and try to find Lana. “I don’t see her, do you?”

He glances around the club and frowns, shaking his head. He pulls out his phone and opens up a text from Coen:

Hey dipshit, I’m taking my Wilde girl home. My dick may or may not be wet by the time you are reading this.

I gasp and cover my mouth.
God, that boy is filthy.

“It looks like I’m taking you home, Lane.”

I almost drop my drink when those words come out of his mouth. Everything about that screamed Nik.

He frowns and cups my cheek. “What’s wrong?”

I quickly recover and shake my head, murmuring “Nothing at all.” I clear my throat and smile. “Can we go to a private booth and have one more drink?”

“Okay, one more, then we go.” He leans over the bar and asks the bartender for bottle service at a private table. She smiles and tells him to follow her.

My lip curls up and I internally hiss like a cat. I hear Noah chuckle and turn back to me. “Be nice,” he playfully scolds.

Whoops, that was out loud, I think.

I start to laugh at myself. “It was the alcohol.”

“Good excuse. That ass better be sitting on my lap when we get our booth.”

“Mmm, yes, sir,” I manage to reply as I look at his tush. Suddenly I’m remembering a similar scenario just a few months back.

“What bottle of liquor do you want?”

I keep following behind him with our fingers laced.

“Heather?”

“Hmmm?” I’m staring in a dreamy haze. I can just see his naked butt right now. It’s so tight and . . .

He turns and looks at me. “Ah, taking in the view, huh?”

I look up and am so incredibly turned on by his cockiness. We’re finally taken to a booth that’s nearly secluded, and he guides me in first. He slides in after me and asks for a bottle of Grey Goose.

I barely wait for him to settle in when I sidle up next to him.

“This seems familiar.”

“It does, doesn’t it?” I say.

His arms come around me and pull me onto his lap where he nuzzles my neck and breathes me in slowly. “Damn, I want to be buried inside of you.”

I can feel his length underneath me already, and I’m dripping wet. “Yeah? How bad?”

“You have no fucking idea how bad. Ever since my cock slid between your tight ass cheeks, I’ve been visualizing my balls slapping against the curve of your pretty little ass.”

My breath catches and I’m cursing myself for not wearing a dress. I boldly take his hand and place it between my legs. I can hear him groan against my neck, and it makes me feel powerful.

“You’re rather enjoying teasing me tonight, Heather.”

I lie against his chest and move my hand on top of his. “Touch me . . .” I breathe out. My entire body is buzzing from all of the alcohol.

He slides his hand down the inside of my thigh and over the material of my outfit to my sex.

I moan and turn my head, grinding my butt against his length. It may be the alcohol or just my good mood, but I really, really want him to take me there. “Oh God, that feels good.”

Our waitress comes with our bottle and pours us each a shot. Noah stills his hand and kisses me slowly, pushing his tongue between my lips and licking my teeth.

I pull back and smile drunkenly at him, grabbing both our shots and handing one to Noah. “I have a secret to tell you.”

“Tell me right now. Or I’ll take my belt off right here and show you why you shouldn’t tease me in public.”

My entire being ignites, and I become highly aroused at the thought. My eyes are bright with excitement as I hold my shot against my lips. “Would you really?”

“That would depend. Would you let me lick that pretty ass of yours?”

I take my shot for a little more liquid courage, and I lick my lips, looking right into his eyes. “Well, that’s what my secret is about.” I watch as his eyes flicker from my lips to my deep cleavage and back again.

“Tell me,” he says firmly.

I bring my lips close to his and let it all out.
Here we go.

“I want you to fuck my ass, Noah. I want you to fuck it with your tongue and your cock.”

His cock almost pierces my jumpsuit. “Holy fuck.”

I bite down on my lip nervously, afraid I’ve said too much in my drunken state.

“I’ll be taking you up on that invite; are you ready to go and pay into the swear jar? You’re giving me blue balls.”

“Wait . . . you haven’t even taken your shot.” I stay firmly planted on his lap and watch the room spin. He reaches for the shot, I think, and brings it to his lips before he sets it down and pours himself another and downs it.

I smile and start to laugh. “Get drunk with me.” I lean down and run my tongue along his neck. “Mmm, please, baby . . . get drunk with me and then take me home and tongue fuck my ass.”

I think I’ve caught him by surprise because his eyebrows shoot up, and instead of taking his shot he picks up the bottle and drinks straight from it. “We need to leave. Now.”

Before I can even protest, he’s got me off his lap and tucked into his side, walking me to the bar. I watch as he closes out his tab and anxiously signs his name. He tucks his wallet away and leads me out to the line of cabs waiting outside the doors.

I don’t know if it’s because I’m drunk, but I swear I can feel him shaking beside me.
Is it cold outside and I’m too drunk to notice?
I look around at the other girls in dresses and miniskirts, and they seem just fine. And then it hits me: a thunderstorm is brewing, and I’m about to be in for the ride of my life.

HEATHER

The next week passes slowly in anticipation for the weekend. I didn’t realize that the second weekend in May was so soon. Crap, I need to start packing since we’re leaving Friday night—tomorrow night. Noah has been attending his bar prep course and studying like it’s what he needs to survive. I can’t tear him away from his books, but I think he might be using them as a temporary escape. It’s the one place where he is so consumed by the information before him that he doesn’t have to worry about the pressure of meeting his parents.

I have my first meeting with my physical therapist when we get back on Monday, and I’m excited to find out what he has to say. I cannot wait to get back into my pointe shoes and hike my leg up onto the barre.

However, I have been hiking my leg up for Noah lately. The night we went out with Lana, Coen, and Joel . . . he brought me home, and we both passed out, but he woke me up a few hours later and took me from behind as I lay against his hard body.