Forbidden Fruit: Volume 1 (12 page)

Chapter Two

I easily passed through the line of people bundled in their winter clothing, silently thanking Dean for putting my name on the waiting list. I smirked when I had got his text telling me. It meant Dean had planned this outing and didn’t bother letting me know until the last possible second - probably so I wouldn’t waste time arguing with him.

No one ever accused Dean of being an idiot.

I saw her before I realized she was at Dean’s table. Why I picked out a stranger in the bar before a guy I’d become close friends with over the last several months, I had no idea.

But she was facing me, sitting at a round hi-top table. I saw her throw her head back, her dark brown hair flying out behind her and her eyes crinkling on the sides with pleasure and joy as she laughed.

The sound flew straight across the loud bar and smacked me in the chest with the force of a Mac Truck. My feet stumbled. I glared at the man next to me, silently blaming him. It wasn’t his fault. It was hers. She turned to a man standing next to her and let him place his hand over hers.

I felt a growl rise from deep in my throat at the way he touched her, joined with an animalistic urge to shred every man within a three foot radius of this woman. The bombshell was dressed in a skin tight silver dress, silver bracelets wrapped around one wrist, and full, dark pink lips that I wanted on me.

I wanted her, despite not understanding the visceral reaction I had to this complete stranger.

All the sounds in the bar disappeared. I heard nothing except the blood pulsing in my ears as it headed straight toward my dick. Hell if she wasn’t beautiful. I was almost to the table, my feet moving and neither of my heads thinking clearly, when Dean finally saw me.

“Marcus!” he yelled, smacking me on the back. I had completely forgotten I was supposed to be looking for him and the force of his hand on my back took me by surprise.

I watched the bombshell’s eyes move toward me before glancing away and down at the girl next to her. Harper.

I had completely missed Harper, too.

“What’s up?” I asked, trying to shake off the feelings I had for this beautiful stranger.

I said hello to his brother, Daniel, and let him introduce me to his coworkers. I didn’t pay attention to their names as I shook their hands and walked around the table, standing closer to the goddess in silver.

“Marcus Whitmore,” I said, reaching out my hand.

“Tabby. It’s lovely to meet you.” Her words hit me. Holy shit, she was British. That accent. I wanted her to say my name. I wanted to see and hear how it sounded rolling off her tongue, out of her dark pink lips.

It would be perfect. And then I swallowed, because hell, I was already hard.

I felt her hand tremble in mine when she placed it inside my waiting palm. But even through her nervousness I saw a hint of desire. Maybe lust. It made me want her more.

“Nice to meet you, Tabby.” I dropped her hand and moved closer to her. She didn’t seem to mind me standing in her space.

So I leaned in closer.

“What are you drinking?” I didn’t care what she was drinking. I wanted to see if she smelled as pretty as she looked and sounded. Mostly I just wanted to hear that voice again.

“Harper called it a long island. But she…” she paused, and waved her hand to Dean and Harper and the rest of their friends, “and they were handing out….shots.”

Her cheeks flushed and I turned to Harper, who must have been wasted. She was laughing, covering her mouth with her hand. I had never seen Harper so happy or giggly. “Blow jobs, Tabs. We’ve been doing blow jobs.”

I suddenly wanted one, too.

“If you’d like to do another, I could get one for you,” I whispered, leaning close to Tabby’s ear, not giving a shit that I was hitting on Dean’s girlfriend’s friend. Whatever. I could tell by his grin that she was the reason he had dragged me out.

Her cheeks turned a bright pink against her pale skin. I suddenly hated every woman who tanned to excess. There was something pure - something incredible - about her pale, flawless skin. “I’m sure you could.”

She turned away, looked into her drink, and then at the DJ spinning behind the dance floor. I wanted to grab her and take her out there. Surround her body with mine and feel every curve, taste her neck, and run my tongue all over her body. I looked down and saw that her pulse had picked up. I saw it thumping at the base of her neck, right above her collarbone, and I had to curl my fingers under the table to keep from touching her.

Talk about crossing a line. I had just met her. I couldn’t explain my attraction other than she was the hottest woman I had seen in months. Years. Possibly ever.

“Here are your drinks, man,” Dean’s voice cut in. I eyed the blowjob shot he set on the table and a beer for me. When I glanced up, Dean nodded toward Tabby. I hoped like hell she wasn’t reading the silent messages we were sending.

You like her, yeah?

Thanks man, I fucking owe you one.
I tipped my beer to him in thanks and redirected my full attention to Tabby as she readied herself to take her shot.

Her lips curved around the shot glass while her hands disappeared under the table. Without using their hands, Tabby and Harper tipped their heads straight back, swallowing the milky white shot down their throats.

I wanted to be that shot glass.

As the girls laughed and high-fived one another, the men cheered.

I reached down and adjusted my hard dick and took a long swallow of my beer. I didn’t get it. Maybe I was just horny. Maybe it had been too long since I’d had a woman in my bed. I had spent months trying to get Emma back, and once that failed, I’d been a part-time single parent to Logan. Other women hadn’t held an interest.

Until now.

I shook my head, trying to gain control of myself when I felt a small, warm hand on my shoulder. I turned to face Harper. Her smile was wide and her eyes were hazy.

She winked at me. “Tabby and I were at a party earlier.”

My eyes went to Dean who was shaking his head, holding back a laugh.

I frowned down at Harper. She looked nothing like the reserved and quiet girl I had met weeks ago. “And?” It was New Year’s. Everyone had been at a party earlier.

“We bought sex toys.”

I choked over my tongue and looked back at Dean. On my other side, I saw Tabby turn a furious shade of purple. It matched her lips. I wanted to press my lips to her cheeks and feel the heat I knew was radiating from them.

I leaned back so I could watch both women. How drunk were they? Harper was laughing as Tabby shook her head in embarrassment at her friend.

“You what?”

Harper nodded, her eyebrows arched so high that they disappeared under her blonde bangs. “Yup.” Then she hiccupped. “Tabby got the thrusting rabbit. It’s supposed to be ah-may-zing.”

I couldn’t look at Tabby. Thrusting what? I felt my dick swell in my jeans, the zipper cutting into my sensitive skin. There was no way I could look at her without imagining…hell. I was already imagining thrusting. Vibrators. Me.

“How drunk
are you?”

“I did quite a few blow jobs.” Harper smiled. Either pleased with the reaction she was getting from Dean – who looked about two seconds away from ripping off her dress - or totally oblivious.

I closed my eyes and shook my head. When I opened them, Tabby shrugged one shoulder with an expression of ‘I don’t know what in the hell to do with her, either’ written all over her. Her pink cheeks had faded to a more natural color.

“Do we need to cut you off?” I asked. I tried for serious, but truly, I was too surprised at how crazy she was being to mean it. There was no way Dean was cutting her off. He was enjoying this way too much.

“Oh, don’t be a tosser.” Harper laughed and waved her hand in the air. “It’s New Year’s Eve.”

“Speak English, Harper.”

“She
is
speaking English. Proper English.” How had I never fantasized about a British woman before? Even the way the word ‘proper’ fell from Tabby’s lips was sexy.

“What is a tosser?” I asked her. Harper giggled again, but I didn’t look at her. I couldn’t focus on anything except watching Tabby create words that sounded hotter than anything I’d ever heard.

She bit her bottom lip and smiled coyly, clearly pleased to explain the English word to me. “It’s a man….who uses his hand. A lot.”

I bent down, leaning forward with my elbows on the table as I heard Daniel, Dean’s brother, laughing. I ignored him. I could only focus on a pair of blue eyes that reminded me of the ocean. “I am
not
a tosser.”

I was also lying. The only action my dick had seen in months was my hand. I also planned on changing that. Quickly.

She smiled like she didn’t believe me, and I didn’t care. Something inside of me was determined to prove her wrong before the end of the night.

“Can I get you another drink? Another blow job, perhaps?”

She lowered her eyes and shook her head. “Not now. Maybe later though?”

Hell, yes. Please let this not be more innuendo.

“You got it,” I said, and reached for her hand. I had to get my hands on her. “Want to dance?” She slid off the stool and I got my first glimpse of her long, toned legs. Legs that went on forever and ended in a pair of heels that could do some serious damage when wrapped around my waist and digging into my back.

I was certain the pain would be worth it when I saw Tabby bite her bottom lip seductively and glanced at me through hooded lashes. With one hand on the small of her back, I led her to the dance floor.

We moved on the dance floor, our hips pressed together in what could only be described as foreplay. The dance floor was packed and the lights flashed. Occasionally, smoke fell from the ceiling. We were enveloped in the middle of the crowd, no one paying attention, and barely visible in the smoky haze.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and spun her around so her back was to my chest. I heard her let out a surprised gasp and I tugged her closer so our hips were brushing with every move. My thigh moved in between her legs and I pressed up into her as my fingers dug into her hip bones.

And then I tasted her neck where her pulse was beating wildly. I could feel the beat drumming under her skin as my tongue slowly touched her skin. It was so soft and smooth. I wanted to discover if every inch of her was just as delicious.

“I want to make you come, tonight,” I whispered in her ear. “I want to take you to my bed and lick every single inch of you.”

Her lips parted and I smiled against her skin. I was almost embarrassed about my own bluntness. But what in the hell did I have to lose?

I had spent too many nights over the last several years regretting every decision I had made when it came to Emma. And over the last four months, I had spent the majority of my nights playing the part of the responsible adult as Logan’s father.

I didn’t regret it for one single moment.

But tonight, Logan was with Emma and Jack, and I was tired of being responsible.

My hand left her hip and I began pushing it toward her center. I wanted to take her on the dance floor. I didn’t care that people could see. Tabby’s head fell to my shoulder as I pulled her closer, my hard erection pressed into her backside, and I felt a slight groan leave her chest. I cupped her center with my hand and rubbed lightly.

I felt like an animal. A wild one who fought against being tamed. I knew I should take her back to my place. She was a goddess, not the type of girl you fucked or made come on the dance floor in one of Chicago’s dance clubs. But I couldn’t stop myself. I felt her heat seeping through her tight dress. I cupped her and pulled her closer to me, two of my fingers began pressing and rubbing against her through the thin material of her dress.

“I want to feel you lose it,” I said into her ear. She shook her head against my shoulder.

“Can’t.” She also didn’t pull away, so I took it as a good sign.

I nodded against her temple and I felt her hands reach around and cup my ass, pressing me against her. If I was any closer, I’d be in her. I couldn’t wait.

“Sure you can, Tabby,” I told her, whispering her name because I had to say it. My fingers worked harder and I felt her gasping for breath. Our hips continued moving, my thigh and hands kept her braced against my chest. I felt her stomach muscles tighten, her thighs began to shake as I rubbed her clit through her dress and underwear.

“Marcus,” she moaned, turning her head so she could say it directly into my ear. And then I felt her body spasm against me. I gripped her tighter and my thigh pressed up further, keeping her from falling over. I continued my ministrations on her clit while she shook and moaned into my ear as the smoke fell around us as she came, looking more beautiful than any woman I had ever seen in my entire fucking life.

She was barely catching her breath, her ankles shaky in her heels, when I began pulling her off the dance floor.

“We’re out of here,” I told Dean as soon as we hit the table. I hadn’t even asked her, but Tabby was gripping my hand like it was a life line and she didn’t argue with me. Instead, I saw her pick up a small purse and whisper something into Harper’s ear.