Wingman [Woman]
Page 22I take his hand and lead him out onto the dance floor. I turn him to face me and take his hands, placing them on my hips. He looks down at me, confused. Not bothering to explain, I step closer and begin rubbing my hips against his, sliding my arms up and around his neck. His eyes flash and he quickly catches on, rolling his hips with mine.
Oh, boy.
Orgasm alert.
I close my eyes, drowning in the music and Reign as we move, our bodies sliding against each other, our heavy breaths joining. The song heats up, and I can see Slutena out of the corner of my eye, watching us, her face tight. God, I feel like a fifteen-year-old doing this right now; what happened to just talking it out? With a shake of my head, I tilt my face up and look at Reign.
“Kiss me.”
“What?” he asks.
“She’s watching. You want to make it burn, then kiss me.”
He hesitates, but soon his lips are descending towards mine. Talk about stop breathing. I try to concentrate on starting to breathe again as our lips lock for the second time today. Oh. Wow. This time Reign doesn’t hold back. His hands pull my body closer to his, then he parts his lips and slips his tongue into my mouth. Oh, shit. I think my knees are going to buckle.
I hold onto his arms, curling my fingers into his suit as I kiss him back. Fireworks explode as he kisses me harder, deeper, until we’re both fondling each other without a care in the world. His hands are massaging my ass, and I can feel his cock stiffening through his pants. Wow. Oh. Yes. By the time we pull apart, we’re both panting and giving each other looks that scream “Let’s go fuck.”
“Wow,” I say. “Who knew you could kiss like that?”
He licks his bottom lip. Shit, my panties just got wet.
“Back at ya.”
“I think it worked.”
He glances at Slutena, who has stormed off the dance floor.
I let him go and step back, turning and pushing through the crowd. A hand grips my wrist before I get far, then I’m swung around and back into Reign’s arms. He leans down and he kisses me again, hard and fast, a scorching kiss that has my knees going weak.
“Thank you,” he murmurs when he pulls back.
I shrug, fighting back my feelings for this man. “Anytime.”
Then I leave the club, knowing that tonight will be the night he takes her home.
And I hate it.
CHAPTER TEN
I don’t go home right away; I’m too buzzed. Instead, I go to a bar down the road, figuring I need something to take my mind off the fact that Reign is probably balls-deep in that woman by now. I don’t get three steps towards the entrance when my phone rings. Reign. I guess he’s not balls-deep. Good to know.
“I only left half an hour ago,” I say, answering.
“Where are you?”
Oh, Reign is angry. His voice is like acid.
“What happened?”
“Where. Are. You.”
“Shit, Reign, I’m at a bar down the road. Are you okay?”
I look up and tell him the name, to which he snaps, “Be there in a minute.” Then he hangs up.
Well, that was fun.
I lean against a pole and wait for him to arrive. Ten minutes later he does. He looks wild, furious actually.
“What happened to you?” I ask, pushing off the pole and walking closer.
“Do you want to fuck?” he bites out.
My eyes widen. “Ahh . . .”
“Answer me, Tiani. Do you want my cock deep inside you tonight?”
Oh, Jesus. Talk about sudden.
“Are you high, Reign?”
He growls. “I’m not fuckin’ high.”
“Then why the hell are you propositioning me with sex? If you want to get laid, we can go in and . . .”
“I’m sick of mindless, meaningless fucks. I’m sick of sluts who play me. I’m sick of women who can’t take hints. I’m sick of bein’ this man. Sick of it all.”
I sigh. “What’d she do?”
“Fuck me,” I yell. “Calm down already. I didn’t do anything to you. Sheesh.”
I turn and walk towards an alley that connects two clubs. Reign follows me. I’m only halfway down when he takes my hand and stops me.
“I asked you a question, Tiani.”
I turn to him. I can only just see him in the dark alley. “You’re drunk, Reign. I can smell you.”
“That’s beside the point. Do you want to fuck?”
“Why the hell would you offer to fuck me? I thought my job was to get you laid, not to be the one you lay . . . so to speak.”
He backs me up against a brick wall, his palm flattening out against it.
“I want to fuck you because you rubbed your ass along my dick in that club, because I’m pissed off, and because I don’t want some meaningless pussy tonight.”
“It will ruin everything we’ve created. This friendship . . .”
“Don’t pretend it’s not on your mind,” he growls, leaning in closer. “I won’t ask again. Do you want to fuck or not?”
Every fiber inside me is screaming to say yes and let him slam his cock inside my desperate heat. But that won’t be good for me, or him. Reign isn’t in the right place at the moment, and the last thing I want to be is a desperate fuck because he can’t get the woman he wants.
“No,” I manage, my voice strained.