Well, two can play this game.
I clear my throat to get his attention. He slowly turns around and the grin on his face disappears, instantly replaced with one of the most lustful looks I have ever seen. He looks awestruck, almost spellbound. He slowly takes in the full length of my body and his gaze travels from head to toe and back to my face, like he is slowly memorizing every inch of me. He returns his eyes to mine and starts stalking towards me. It’s like he has lost all self-control and wants to have me here and now, I’d know that look of his anywhere. I quickly put my hands up to his chest to stop his advance.
“Brax,” I say, my voice giving away the effect he’s having on me. “We have somewhere to be.”
“I don’t care right now. Shay will understand. Damn, Elle, he can wait all night,” he says desperately, running his fingers slowly down my exposed arms, making me shiver.
“No, baby. You’re going to have to wait until we get home,” I say sweetly, knowing that I’m frustrating the hell out of him. I can’t hold back a smirk that would rival his best.
“Damn you, you little minx,” he replies with a smile. “This is revenge for yesterday, isn’t it?”
“Maybe, but believe me, this is just as hard for me as is it for you,” I reply shakily.
“I very much doubt that, baby, but I welcome you to find out,” he replies.
“Brax!” I say with a giggle. “Now, babe, let’s go see the birthday boy,” I say, walking to the door with extra swing in my hips.
I hear Brax breathe out a big breath I didn’t know he was holding in. “This is going to be a long painful night,” he mutters, walking towards me. I can’t help the smile that spreads over my face gets closer to me. He almost looks like he’s sulking now. I decide that it’s the perfect opportunity to put the final nail in the coffin.
“Brax?” I whisper as he reaches around me with my coat.
“Yes, darlin?” he whispers back.
I place both hands on his shoulders and reach up to kiss him ever so softly, pulling away when he tries to deepen the kiss and moving my mouth to his ear.
“I’m not wearing any underwear.”
Holy hell, I’ve unleashed a monster.
My Elle, my once innocent, shy, and sheltered Elle, has turned into a sexual deviant. She’s reveling in the fact that she has teased and taunted me to my breaking point. She knows we will not have a chance to relieve any of this built up tension until the party is over, and we’re already running late. Anyone else and I would’ve said screw it and carried her off to our bedroom there and then. But for Shay, I can’t do that to him.
I can’t help the growl that escapes my mouth when she tells me she is going commando. It takes every ounce of strength I have to stop myself from lifting up her dress right there to check. I follow behind her as I lock the apartment door. She definitely has an extra spring in her step tonight, I can’t wait to get her on the dance floor and tease her till she breaks—then we can both enjoy the aftermath.
We catch a cab to the bar where the party is being held. It’s a small bar, twice as long as it is wide. It has exposed brown brick walls inside with a long wooden bar in one corner and brown leather booths lining one whole side of the room. To complete the ambiance there are low-hanging muted lights scattered around the bar, giving the room a dark seductive glow.
In the front corner of the bar, there is a small stage and dance floor. I can’t wait to get Elle dancing, although looking at her dress again, that is definitely not going to help the frustration. I scan the room and see at the end of the building, there is a small hallway leading to the bathrooms. I can see the photo booth Shay hired as well, positioned in the far corner of the bar. I grin as I think of the fun that could be had in the booth with Elle as we get our photo taken.
I see Shay at the bar and walk towards him.
“What’s with the photo booth, dude?” I ask him.
“Ha! Apparently it’s the big thing at parties these days so I thought, why not? The photos are instant so people can take their photos then pick them up as they leave the booth,” he explains. “By the way, you two are late.” He adds, raising an eyebrow as he looks at both of us.
“Hey,” I say, holding my hands up. “I’m innocent. Blame my sexy siren over here.” I turn to Elle with a huge grin on my face. She giggles and goes to take a seat at the bar next to Shay.
I hold my arms out to her, gesturing for her to remove her coat. She obliges and turns her back to me and I gently place my hands inside the shoulders of the coat to slowly remove it, making sure to softly drag my fingers against the bare skin on her arms as I guide it off her. I feel her shudder at the sensation. I grin when she turns her head around and gives me a knowing look. She is aware of my game and by the way her breathing has picked up, I can tell she is loving this as much as I am.
Since we’re at the bar, I order a Corona for me and a tall Vodka soda for Elle. We then make our way to a booth with Shay. Elle lets me go in the booth first then ever so slowly moves herself past me, grazing my lap and making sure to grind down in the place where I want her the most. She ends up sitting on my left side, looking at me with the most innocent smile on her face. Of course she could’ve gone round the other side but the grin on her face tells me that it wouldn’t have been nearly as much fun for her.
“So what do you think of her surprise outfit, bro?” Shay asks, raising an eyebrow.
“Well, it’s definitely a lot better than your hooker suggestions,” I reply with grin.
He cracks up laughing. “Yeah, well I tried, man. I really did, but she had this strange idea stuck in her head that you’d prefer this little ensemble better,” he says, pointing at Elle. She’s laughing at our banter, making my smile even wider. I love how easily she laughs now, a lot has changed in the past six months.
Shay’s party is great. There are about forty people here and the place is buzzing. Shay, Brax and I are in a booth chatting and the boys are competing to see who can make me laugh the most. Shay is such a crack-up, and he loves winding Brax up about me.
I find myself watching Brax when he’s not looking. Never in a million years could I have dreamed of being this happy with another person. The chemistry we have is palpable and I would never have gone commando in a public before meeting him. This game of ours has stepped up tonight—all the sideways glances, the licking of lips and light caresses against each other have my whole body humming. I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on. The combination of sexy lingerie, enticing looks from Brax, and the anticipation of what I know is going to happen the second we get home, has me wound up like a spring.