it’s clearly tented from my excited erection. “No kissing, no drinking, no drugs. She dances, you watch. Got it?”
“Got it.” I nod. “Do you have to stay in the room?”
“Yes,” he answers with finality and plants his feet as he crosses his arms over his chest.
He’s big, but we’re eye to eye and I think about how I could probably take him in a fight. He’s meaty, but I’m athletic. I climb mountains and hike up waterfalls. I’m in better shape than him and have trained in hand-to-hand combat. I’m not looking for a fight, but I always like knowing where my exits are and who I need to get through to find them.
Soft music begins to play, and I turn around to see the girl has turned on the stereo. She hits a few buttons and then the music changes to something with a beat and a woman’s voice begins to sing.
I forget about the bouncer watching as I make my way over to where she’s standing in her baggy coat and flats.
“I’m Angus,” I say, my throat still like the desert.
“I’m Bambi.” Her voice is gentle like a Sunday school teacher. “Do you want to sit down?” She nods to the couch next to me and I walk over to it.
“Is talking allowed?” I see her look at the bouncer and then back to me.
“Yes.”
The song thumps, and I hear the singer's voice tell me that she’s trouble, and I wonder if this is foreshadowing.
I take a seat on the couch that’s facing away from the door and toward the city lights. Bambi moves to stand in front of me, and like this, I could almost pretend we’re alone.
“Is there anything in particular you want?” She unbuttons the front of her coat slowly, and I try to swallow.
“What are you offering?” I want to tell her I’ve never done this before, but for some reason I want her to feel comfortable with me. I want her to feel safe, and if I act like this is easy for me, then maybe it will be for her too. When she doesn’t answer right away, I see fear begin to form in those deep green eyes. “Why don’t you go slow? I like slow.”
She relaxes by a fraction and nods, taking a step toward me. When she finishes unbuttoning the coat, she opens it and lets it slide down to the floor. She’s wearing a pale yellow slip dress that’s silky and see-through. I can make out the outline of her simple bra and panties and I’ve never seen anything sexier in my whole goddamn life.
“Fuck,” I hiss as I take in the view of her.
She turns in front of me and I get a view of her big round ass stretching the thin material tight. My mouth waters, and I have to swallow repeatedly so I don’t drool on myself. Her dark hair is in long waves, and she sweeps it over one shoulder, looking at me through her lashes.
I rub my hands on my thighs over the bathrobe to dry them off. My fingers twitch to touch her, but I’m so taken with her I’m rooted to the spot.
This is what Dad was telling you about. I hear the words in the back of my head, and I push them away. Not now. Just let me enjoy the good luck that’s mistakenly sent Bambi to me.
She moves closer, and her knee brushes against mine. “Congratulations.”
“What?” I blink up at her and wonder if she’s congratulating me on finding the one.
“On getting married.” Her hips roll to one side then the other. I’m so lost in the motion I don’t answer her.
My hands rise, and I hear a throat clear behind me. I’d forgotten for a second what was happening. I place my hands back on my thighs as she circles her hips again and then dips her ass down low.
“Shit,” I hiss as my cock tents the front of the robe. There’s no way to hide it, and I have no doubt she’s used to it by now.
The thought of her doing this for another man has me clenching my hands into fists.
“How long have you been doing this?” I ask, knowing I don’t want to know the answer.
She looks over her shoulder at me and smiles. “Not long.” Her ass brushes my thighs and I groan at the contact.
“Do you like it?”
She rocks her ass farther back, and I move down a little in the seat. A