my request with a chin lift. I spin on my stool and look out over the crowd, pulling my ball cap a bit lower over my forehead. Even with my hair cut and full beard, I’m paranoid of being recognized. At the bar back home, it was different. Yes, I was recognized, but I grew up with most of those people, so I’m not as big of a deal to them. I may have frequented Sunnyville as a teenager, but there were only a few people I knew and hung out with.
My eyes zero in on Alaina as she sways to the song playing on the jukebox. Juliet and Nikki are out there with her, but all I can see is Alaina. She’s no longer in the worn jeans and t-shirt she had on earlier, which was torturous enough to look at. Now she’s wearing a short red skirt, cream sleeveless shirt, and fuck me heels. Her hair is down, the long, wavy mass falling to the middle of her back. My mouth waters at the thought of sweeping it aside to lick along the column of her neck. She’s been dancing for a while, so I know her skin would be slick with sweat.
I groan low and shift in my seat, my jeans getting uncomfortably tight.
There’s a thump behind me, and without looking away from her, I reach back for my new beer. James comes over and takes the stool next to me, facing the dance floor like I am.
“So, what’s the deal between you and Alaina?” he asks after taking a pull from his beer.
I take a swig of my own. “We met at Stingers the other night. We went back to her place and had some fun. I had some shit that came up, and I had to take off. I left before she woke up.”
I feel his eyes on me, but I don’t look at him.
“Seems like there’s more going on than a simple romp in the sack.”
I shrug. “I want to see her again; she doesn’t feel the same way.”
“That’s unlike you. You’re usually one and done.”
“Things are different.”
“Because of her?”
“No. I’ve been restless the last year. Tired of all the shit that comes with being part of Phenix. Girls are one of them. It’s the same dance over and over again.”
“So, what? You’re ready to settle down now?”
I’m quiet for a moment, unsure how to answer. “I don’t know. Yeah, I want to put roots down. But how far down those roots go and what they’ll entail I’m not sure about.”
James doesn’t say anything else as we both watch the women dance. A slow song starts, and the women begin to sway their hips to the soft beat. My eyes bug out and my dick turns to stone when Juliet and Nikki move in closer to Alaina, trapping her in the middle. She raises her arms, her hands lifting her hair away from her neck, head tipped back with her eyes closed. Juliet moves in and puts her hands on her hips, leaving no space between her front and Alaina’s back. Nikki does the same to her front, her hands gripping Alaina’s waist, right above Juliet’s.
The sight is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
“Fucking hell,” James groans beside me.
I clear my throat before attempting to talk. “Are they always like this when you go out?”
“I’ve only been out with them where dancing was involved a couple of times. And no, they’ve never done this. It’s the goddamn adrenaline from the jump. It’s gonna fucking kill me.”
Inconspicuously, he adjusts himself. My own dick feels like it’s going to rip out of my jeans any minute.
Juliet looks over to where we’re sitting, her smile very much like the Cheshire cat, as she gazes heatedly at James. He finishes off his beer and slams the bottle down on the bar.
“Later,” he grunts as he takes off across the dance floor. Juliet releases her hold on Alaina right as he gets to her. Her arms immediately go around his neck at the same time he slams his mouth down on hers. Alaina and Nikki look at them and laugh.
While they continue to dance, they drift apart, leaving several inches of space between them. I don’t know if I feel relief or disappointment.
Someone saddles up beside me, putting themselves between the empty stool and mine. A subtle floral scent invades my senses.
“Hey, honey,” a willowy voice calls, and I glance over. A pretty blonde with half of her