Front & Center (Book 2 of the Back-Up Series) (32 page)

“Is this like a bachelorette party?”

“No. It’s just me and the girls hitting a club and having a girls night out.” I walk over to him sitting in a chair in the corner. Our hotel room i
s gorgeous. The studio went all out for us here in Miami. Jack is dressed in dark denim and a grey cotton t-shirt that always drives me wild. The color is an exact match to his eyes.

He opens his arms, giving me access to his lap. “Don’t you trust me?”

“Of course I trust you. It’s every cocksucker walking around with a major hard-on that usually frequent dance clubs in Miami that I don’t trust.”

“You’ve never been to Miami.”

He shoots me a look, causing me to laugh.

“Sor
ry. Babe, we will be fine. No one will come near me with Juan trailing us. Please don’t worry.”

Juan is a huge
hunk of a man. Oscar requested an addition guard from *Orion to escort us tonight. He convinced the studio he couldn’t be in two places at the same time. Because of his sheer size, Oscar explained Juan would be better to escort the ladies tonight and Jack reluctantly agreed. But he is most definitely not happy about it.

Jack claims the man has the hot
s for me. How he can assess that after a ninety second introduction is absolutely ridiculous. I didn’t want to further upset him. So instead, I slowly unzipped his jeans and lowered to my knees as he kept ranting about the way Juan’s eyes focused on my body instead of my face. Once I wrapped my lips around his cock, he stopped talking.

Unfortunately, t
he effect of my blowjob has definitely worn off, because he’s restarted his rant.

“Jack, I want you to go out with
the guys and have fun tonight. Besides, you won’t have time to worry about me. You are going to have your hands full warding off the ladies.”

“Ha ha.”

I cup his face, turning his head until he stares back at me. “I love you. You need a night out and so do I. Please promise me you’ll enjoy yourself and not worry about me.”

His eyes soften and he skims my bottom lip with his thumb. “Ok…I promise.”

He kisses me like he’s trying to sear an imprint of his lips on mine. His tongue probes and strokes, he buries one hand in my hair while the other travels up my side to cup my breast. His demanding erection beneath my ass announces its arrival.

The effect of his kiss i
mmobilizes me for a few seconds until oxygen slowly creeps into my major organs.

“I’ll see you later.” He whispers against my lips.

“You don’t play fair.”

“There will be more waiting for you when you get home.” He g
ives me one more quick kiss and pats my ass. “Ok, I got to go. Be good and have fun. I love you.”

I stand to allow him to leave. When he reaches the door, he turns and says, “I’ll be texting you sporadically. Please respond in a timely manner so I don’t lose my mind with worry.”

“I will. Go.”

“Hey, Jackson.” Lori croons as Jack walks through the door. She has taken to calling him Jackson to bust his chops.

He responds with, “Behave yourself tonight. If she ends up in jail, I’ll hold you responsible.”

“Well
, that’s not fair.” Lori pouts.

Jack shakes his head and squeezes past the five females taking up most of the hallway. They all enter and start yapping instantly. Lori, Alisa, Patti, Mandi and Lizzy are dressed to the nines and look stunning.

I am so excited to have everyone here with us. My old band melds perfectly with my new band. When the shuttle deposited the lot of them earlier today, we caused such a commotion in the lobby that the concierge politely escorted us to an empty ballroom to contain the noise level. The only ones missing are Dad, Barb, the Lairs, Nina and her boyfriend…they are all arriving tomorrow.

It was Lori’s idea to have a girl’s night and in a reversal of roles
, the guys all bitched and moaned about it. Lori accused them of growing ovaries and told them to shut it.

I
personally am thrilled with the plans. They work perfectly with my surprise for Jack.

“Ok, let’s blow this joint.” Lori announces as she inspects her face in the mirror.

“We need to make one quick pit stop.”

“Where?”

“The tattoo parlor.”

They all look at me like I just grew a dick. “I want to surprise Jack. Please?”

“I want one, too,” Alisa announces.

Lori shrugs and says, “Ok, I’m game. Tattoos first, then dancing.”

We parade through the lobby to the portico where our limo is waiting. Juan stands at its side, waiting patiently.

“Who the fuck is that?” Lori ask
s as we walk towards the Latin god who is our protector for the night.

“That’s Juan. Jack is not a fan.”

“I am.” She sidles up to him and says, “Hi, Juan.”

“Evening,” h
e responds, returning her smile.

He nods at each of us as we pile in. A
group of men entering the hotel start whistling.

“You girls need dates?”

Lori leans out of the limo door and offers, “Sure. Meet us at the
Clevelander
.”

She shuts the door and smiles wickedly.

“Lori. Really?”

“What? We aren’t going to the
Clevelander
. We are going to
Mynt
,” she smirks.

We take full advantage of the mini bar in the limo. By the time we arrive at the tattoo parlor, we
are giddy with excitement. All six of us are getting tattoos. The girls scan the books anxiously looking for the perfect image. I know exactly what I want, so I’m the first one up.

There are three tattoo artists in the shop, two male and one female.
Based on the location of my tattoo, I decide on Tamara to ink my body. I want to avoid a fight with Jack. Having another man’s hands on my body will be hard enough for him to get over. Having another man’s hands well below my bikini line would give him an aneurysm.

“So where do you want it.”

I’m unable to stop the immediate flush of my cheeks. I point to my chosen location.

Tamara
smirks and says, “Great spot.”

As she
preps me on the table, I nervously ask, “How bad will this hurt?”

“It’s not terrible,” she shrugs, “b
ut this is a very sensitive part of your body.”

“He better appreciate this.”

“He? Hmm…too bad,” she mumbles. “What are you going with for Mr. Lucky?”

I tell her my tattoo choice and she shakes her head. “I hope this works out for you two.”

Maybe I should keep the fact Tamara likes women from Jack as well. She is covered in tattoos. She smiles as I shamelessly inspect her exposed skin. It doesn’t stop me from looking. Some are hard to decipher. A jumble of color and swirls take up a huge patch of her arm. It must have taken years to get all those tattoos.

“Ready?” She asks, catching my attention.

I pull in a breath and close my eyes. “Yep, let’s do this.”



Almost two hours later, we arrive at
Mynt
and the place is jammed. The techno music’s pounding vibrations can be felt on the pavement outside the club.

“I have us on the VIP list,
” Lori announces.

“Of course you do.”

“Don’t doubt the powers of Lori Banzini.”

As we move through the club, I’m not oblivious to the many pair
s of eyes that follow our path from both males and females alike. I’m not sure if it’s us, or the god who is protecting us tonight that solicits the stares. Lori squeezes us past writhing bodies on the dance floor to a corner table marked as “Reserved”.

“How?” I ask in awe.

“Just enjoy it.”

Lizzy leans over and says, “She’s impressive.”

“Ok, what are we drinking?” Patti asks.

“Tequila shots first.” Lori looks directly at me when responding. She points a finger and adds, “Don’t give me a hard time.”

I roll my eyes and concede, “Fine.”

As we wait for our drinks, I pull out my cell phone. “There is no service in here.” I mumble.

“And?”

I look up to see Lori glaring at me. “We have Juan and he can spend a few hours away from you. Shut it.”

I give her a dirty look before stashing my phone back in my purse. “Jeez,” I grumble like a child who just got scolded by her mother.

Three teq
uila shots and a round of cosmos later, we work our bodies out on the dance floor. I haven’t been dancing in ages. It feels so freeing and liberating to let loose. I don’t know anyone here, thus helping with my normal inhibitions when attempting to move my body in a somewhat seductive manner. I’ve been told I am a good dancer, but I never quite believed it. I’ve always held back, sure that I looked like a fool. Tonight I dance the way I always desire to, letting the music control my movements.

Males who attempt to make contact with their physicality quickly encircle us. Lori is the only one who responds. She hones in on th
e best looking one in the bunch and aligns her body with his as if they have known each other for years.

“She’s such a tramp,
” Alisa says through her smile.

“A
loveable one, though,” I shout above the music.

After a
dozen or so songs, thirst, my throbbing feet and a hot flash hamper my desire to continue dancing.

“I need a drink.” I half mime, half shout to the girls. Lizzy, Mandi and Patti nod in agreement, following me over to our booth. We order another round of drinks, my body sinking into the soft leather sofa already exhausted from the non-stop dancing. A few minutes later
, Lori and Alisa join us.

“Five minute break to refuel,
” Lori says to no one in particular.

“Lor, this isn’t a dance competition. It’s ok if we skip a few.” My toes agree with my declaration. They have been sending silent protests to my brain for the past hour.

“We haven’t been out together in forever. Our asses will be out on that dance floor in five minutes.”

It’s never worth the argument when it comes to Lori and her demands. Alisa and I exchange exasperated looks and quickly finish our drinks afraid to be yelled at.

Lizzy and Mandi decide to stay behind when Lori drags Alisa and me back to the center of the floor.

“Glad you came back,” h
er dance partner shouts. He immediately picks up exactly where he left off.

I dance with
Alisa out of default. A few men try to make a move on us, but quickly move on when ignored.

I close my eyes and allow the music to control me. The alcohol
has dulled my senses. The music isn’t as punishing, my feet are now numb, and my movements are more exaggerated. I’m in a Jack induced daze. I imagine Jack and how he looks after we make love. How his eyes darken, right before he comes inside of me. The image sends pulses over my sensitive skin as if his hands were actually skimming over me. The alcohol in my system plays mind tricks on me, until a seductive breath in my ear jolts me out of my reverie.

Spinning around, I come face to face with Jack.

He gives me a sexy smile. “Hi.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I needed to see you.”

“You couldn’t have come at a better time.”

He pulls me into his hard body, his arousal evident against my belly. “Why is that? Is my girl horny?”

The way I focus on his lips is my dead giveaway. He pokes his tongue out and runs it slowly over his bottom lip. A smile lifts one corner of his mouth.

“Oh, God.”

He starts to move us to the music. I wrap my fingers in his hair to pull his head lower. He stops right before our lips touch.

“Jack, don’t tease me.”

“I’m not, baby. I
’m trying to figure out where I can fuck you in this place.”

He crashes his lips to mine.
I completely open my mouth, giving him full access, not caring one iota if anyone is watching. Plenty of other bodies have been entangled in seductive kisses all night. I could give a crap if we are now supplying the entertainment.

A tap on my shoulder
and then another and a third irritates me. I shrug the invader away, never breaking our kiss.

“Why is he here?” Lori shouts in my ear.

I swat her away and Jack smiles against my open mouth. I’ve had my tongue practically shoved down his throat for the past few seconds. It’s now his turn to visit my mouth.

“Your dad is going to see this on You Tube tomorrow.”

I pull away wide-eyed and level my gaze with Lori.

“Go
. Away.”