BumpnGrind

Bump ’n’ Grind

Sam Cheever

A companion story to
Bits ’n’ Bytes
.

Felicia Jeffries is turning forty-five and her friends have
dragged her to a male strip club to celebrate. She’d prefer to be hiding in a
dark corner. Instead, she finds herself on stage, dirty dancing with a sexy
hottie whose smoldering glances tell Felicia that he couldn’t care less about
the difference in their ages.

Garrett Holcomb has always liked older women. He enjoys
convincing them that their bodies’ natural changes are sexy. When Felicia
slides her attractive body against his in the dance club, he knows they’re
meant to be together.

But someone else doesn’t think their love is healthy. And
he’ll do anything to make sure they miss out on the future they want together.
Including nearly murdering a man and pinning the attack on Garrett.

Chapter One

Drenched in sweat and exhausted, Felicia Jeffries scrubbed
her face with a towel. Her legs almost gave out on her when she stood up.
Reaching down, she pressed the power button on the DVD player and rolled her
yoga mat, settling it against the wall. It was hell getting older. She had to
work harder and harder every year to keep herself in moderately good shape.

She ate virtually nothing and constantly battled with weight
gain.

Life just wasn’t fair.

Sighing, she headed upstairs to shower.

Her phone rang just as she was stepping out of the shower.
She glanced at the caller ID before picking up. “Hey.” Bliss Drake was
Felicia’s best friend, and the force behind the looming event Felicia was
currently dreading.

“Hey, girlfriend. You ready for a hot night of drinking and
debauchery?”

Felicia groaned. “I think I’m coming down with something.”

“Mm-hm. No way, babe. You’re coming tonight if I have to
drag your narrow, white ass out the door and into that club myself.”

“Okay, don’t get violent. I’ll be there. At eight o’clock
sharp. You’d better be there to give me cover. Lord knows this is going to take
five years off my life from sheer embarrassment.”

Bliss’ throaty laugh slid through the phone line, making
Felicia smile. “It’ll be good for you. Just because you’re turning forty-five
doesn’t mean you have to act like an old woman.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll see you tonight.”

“Eight o’clock sharp, girlfriend. Wear something smexy!”

Felicia groaned again and hung up.

Smexy. At forty-five. What if her kids saw her?

* * * * *

Felicia pulled into the lot and parked. She stared at the
low-slung brick building, chewing her bottom lip nervously. She wasn’t gonna be
able to do it. It was crazy.

Bliss was nuts.

A forceful knock on her window made her jump and shriek in
alarm. She turned to see Bliss’ attractive café mocha face grinning through the
glass at her. “I knew you’d get cold feet, so I was waiting for you.”

Felicia climbed out of the car. “You bitch. You scared the
shit out of me.”

Bliss laughed, linking her arm through Felicia’s. She looked
incredible as always. Bliss was tall and well built, with huge boobs and a firm,
round ass. She kept herself in fine shape and nature had been kind to her,
giving her high sculpted cheekbones, gorgeous golden-brown eyes, and a wide
mouth with full, sexy lips. She wore her hair in a soft, seventies-type ‘fro,
and it worked for her. Her clingy, extremely short black dress looked as if it
had been made for her, and only Bliss could get away with red shoes that had
four-inch-high stiletto heels without looking like a hooker.

Felicia smoothed a hand nervously down the front of her
Oriental-style red dress. The dress had a high neckline and cap sleeves and she
knew she looked good in it but it was a little tight for her comfort level,
showing every curve in her body. Even the ones she didn’t want to advertise.
Compared to Bliss’ “fuck me” shoes, Felicia’s simple black heels seemed dowdy.

“You look sexy as hell, Miss Felicia.” Bliss purred. She
gave Felicia’s arm a tug and all but dragged her toward the door of the club,
stopping with her hand on the knob and turning to her nervous friend. “Are you
ready to have your life changed?”

Felicia closed her eyes and filled her lungs with air. Stars
burst in front of her eyes. “I can’t go in there, Bliss. Don’t make me.”

Bliss laughed and threw open the door. The low pulse of
music throbbed from the room, the bass set so low Felicia’s jaw vibrated as she
stepped over the threshold. As loud as it was, the music was occasionally
eclipsed by a burst of feminine shrieking.

Felicia looked past the bar toward the long, curvy stage
that split the room in half. The stage was about chest high and had chairs all
around it, with a narrow ledge for the customers sitting in the chairs to set
their drinks on. Connected to the drinking bar across the back, the stage was
lit with colored strobe lights and had dancers on it.

Male dancers.

Scantily clad male dancers.

Felicia blushed and averted her face from Bliss, not wanting
to endure the razzing she knew would follow if her friend noticed.

Bliss’ throaty laugh told her it was too late. “Come on,
Polly Pureheart. The girls are saving a seat for you.”

A welcoming cheer erupted as Bliss dragged Felicia over to
the edge of the stage, where all her friends were seated with nearly empty
glasses in front of them.

“I see you’ve gotten a head start on me.” Felicia grinned at
Elizabeth Collins, her best friend since college. Elizabeth had turned
forty-five a few months earlier but didn’t look a day over thirty-five, due to
some really good genes, some strategic sculpting and monthly visits to a great
hairdresser.

In response to Felicia’s jab, Elizabeth pursed her lips and
made a fart noise. To which every one of Felicia’s friends hooted as if she’d
told the world’s best joke.

Felicia rolled her eyes. “How long have they been here?”

“I think since about five o’clock. Betty’s already met all
the dancers. She has their names and phone numbers in her little notebook.”

Felicia looked down the row of her friends to the short,
pudgy librarian with glasses. Betty was the oldest of her friends and didn’t
try to hide it. She looked every bit of fifty years, right down to the short
bob with bangs she wore her graying brown hair in. “Betty?”

Betty lifted the notebook over her head and yelled,
“Oo-rah!”

They all burst into laughter again.

Beth patted the seat next to her. “Sit down, honey. We saved
you a seat.”

Felicia glanced from the seat at the dancing bar toward the
scantily clad young man on top. There couldn’t have been more than five feet in
distance between them. She’d be close enough to catch a flying drop of sweat…or
get soaked in an errant wave of pheromones.

“Why don’t we move over there?” She pointed to a dark corner
that was just about as far away from the dancers as they could get.

Beth grabbed her hand and yanked her into the chair. “Not a
chanch, honey,” she slurred. “We’re stayin’ right here. I still have tonsh of
one-dollar bills left.” She reached into her purse and pulled a wrinkled bill
from its messy depths. Lifting it over her head she waved it, hooting at the
nearest dancer.

Felicia’s eyes widened and she tried to grab the bill.
“Beth, that’s a twenty!”

A cheer arose around the dancing bar as two dancers
descended on Beth. They stood right on the brink of the bar, their naked toes
dangling over the rounded edge. One of them pumped his bulging crotch toward
Beth’s face and the other one turned, pushing a well-shaped behind toward her.

Beth watched the dancers with avid eyes, her mouth slack.
The twenty-dollar bill drooped sadly in her hand…probably wilting from all the
steam coming off the stage.

Despite that train-wreck feeling, Felicia couldn’t look
away.

Finally, the women around the bar started chanting, “Ben-ny,
Ben-ny, Ben-ny!” Beth came back to life. She jerked and grinned, licking her
thin lips, and reached to stuff the twenty into the Speedo of the dancer who’d
been shoving his package into her face.

Her fingers dipped pretty low into the Speedo. And they
dallied a long time. So long, in fact that poor Benny had to pull her hand out
of his pants.

He was more than a good sport about it though. He grinned at
her and lifted her fingers to his mouth, licking the tips of each one before he
let the hand go. The ensuing shrieks of delight from the ladies around the bar
made Felicia want to duck down in her chair.

But underneath the embarrassment she was aware of something
else that surprised her. She found herself clenching her thighs together on a
tingle of something warm and delightful. Something she hadn’t felt for quite a
while.

Something that felt suspiciously like lust.

“It’s the birthday girl’s turn. Lap dance!” Bliss yelled.
This startling declaration was followed by a resounding cheer from the crowd.

Felicia looked around with wide eyes. Women who she’d never
clapped eyes on before were grinning at her, whistling and clapping their
hands.

A twenty appeared in front of her face. “Time to dive into
the water, Polly Pureheart.”

Felicia tried to get out of her chair so she could run away.
She figured once she got into her car they’d have trouble catching her—worst
case she could probably lose them in the warehouse district…

Somebody grabbed her chair and yanked it backward.

The bar erupted into chanting.
“Lap dance…lap
dance…lap dance!”

The blood drained from Felicia’s face. She didn’t know what
a lap dance was, but it didn’t sound good.

A shadow fell over her.

The chanting stopped as suddenly as it had started. A
collective sigh settled over the room.

The music changed, becoming even more heated, deeper, and
sensual. The pulse of it beat in her veins, changing the tempo of her
heartbeat. She fixed her gaze on the floor, panicking.

A long, muscular pair of legs appeared in front of her.
Thankfully they were clad in well-worn jeans.

The jeans had holes in them.

Lots of holes.

Some of them in extremely strategic places.

Her gaze faltered at the juncture of two muscular,
denim-clad thighs, where the crotch of the jeans should have been. What was
there instead was a hole, frayed at the edges. Showing through the hole was a
silky yellow patch of fabric, sporting a Road Runner in the center.

Felicia looked into a pair of sparkling blue eyes, fringed
in thick dark-gold lashes.

He was laughing at her reaction to his Road Runner. He
winked at her and her heart literally thumped against her chest.

Suddenly a large, square hand appeared in front of her face.

The crowd went crazy. The women around her screamed and
started chanting, “Go for it!”

She tried to lean back, away from the hand, but Bliss wasn’t
gonna let her get away with that. She grabbed Felicia’s arm and pulled her out
of her chair. Before Felicia knew what was happening, the hunk on the stage had
grabbed her hand and she was pulled onto the stage with him.

She hit his broad, naked chest with an undignified “Umph!”
and felt the jolt to her system through her whole body.

The first thing she noticed was his scent. It was unlike
anything she’d ever experienced. He was all warm musk overlaid by clean sweat
and something that she couldn’t quite identify which reminded her of hot sex.

The next thing she noticed was the smooth warmth of his
naked chest. His well-formed pecs were right in front of her nose, a small
triangle of dark-gold hairs nestled between them.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her body
into his, swaying to the decadent pulse of the music. Felicia held herself
stiffly in his arms at first, but the combination of hot, sexy man and the
throbbing beat of the music quickly overcame her natural resistance and her
muscles softened, molding to his.

She closed her eyes and swayed with him, feeling every hard
line of his long body against hers. His hands slid over her back and shoulders,
soothing, caressing, until her muscles felt like the softest butter under his
fingers.

Felicia’s hands moved over his body, sliding across his
narrow waist, up his sides, and across his broad chest. They trailed past the
strong shoulders and thick neck, to a square-jawed face with just the hint of
dark-gold stubble across it.

The room erupted as he lowered his head and laid his lips
over her throat.

Felicia gasped at the moist heat of his mouth resting on her
pulse and threw her head back. His tongue slipped out from between his teeth
and he licked her.

Feeling as if she’d been drugged, Felicia pressed herself
against the hard thigh between her legs, humping it shamelessly as her body
heated and pulsed with need.

Sharp teeth replaced the hot tongue on her skin. He bit her,
gently, and then followed the tiny nip with another swipe of his hot tongue.

The room fell away. Felicia was aware of the music and the
room full of friends and strangers only as a dull throb at the back of her
consciousness. It disappeared under the all-encompassing aura of the man in her
arms.

His was a sensual sphere, filled with promises and forbidden
delights. And Felicia suddenly realized she wanted it all.

Her hands slid to his buttocks. They were firm and round and
filled her hands nicely. His lips moved down her throat to the tops of her
breasts, leaving a warm tingle of sexual awareness in their wake.

Felicia groaned and pulled him closer, grinding against the
long, hard length beneath the denim…and the Road Runner. The thought made her
giggle and he pulled away, looking down on her with bright blue eyes.

When he spoke she almost came just from the sound of it. His
voice was warm and smoky, like the best whiskey running through her system.
“You like my big bird?”

She stared back at him, her smile sliding away under the
intensity of his look. She was too lust-fogged to come back with anything
resembling wit.

His mouth was wide, his teeth white between generous lips.
His dark-gold hair was cut short, curling softly around his ears and at the
back of his head. When he looked at her his jaw worked as if he was fighting
some emotion. His tongue slid across his lips, making her pussy clench with
need.

Felicia’s eyes widened. “Who are you?”

His generous mouth curved upward, his eyes sparkling with
humor. He lowered his lips toward her ear just as the music in the bar stopped,
signaling a break for the dancers. “I’m a man who thinks you are as sexy as
hell.”

His tongue slid around the edge of her ear and he stepped
away. The smile was gone. In its place was a look of such smoldering heat
Felicia thought her knees would give out. He offered her his hand and she
looked down at it, confused.