Drake

Following behind Taylor, I push my way through the crowded club. She’s such a pain in my ass. She couldn’t stay with Jamie and Shannon. This girl loves to make me chase after her. And that’s why I like her so much. She has a strange hold over me, one I have yet to understand.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her while she was dancing on the bar.

Every guy in the club grunted and cheered, throwing money at their feet like they were strippers sliding down poles.

The few times Taylor looked down, she locked eyes with me, singling me out.

My heart raced with each movement of her hips.

Every time her big tits bounced out from the tight top she’s wearing.

This girl will be the death of me. She doesn’t even like me, and yet I can’t get enough of her.

Once I find her, I reach for her, wrapping my arms around her stomach, pulling her back against my hard chest.

I swipe some hair away from her face and off her shoulder, while she tilts her head to the side. A few minutes ago she acted like she hated my guts, and now she’s letting me touch her. She doesn’t even know me to hate me.

I have to change her opinion. But how do I do that? She thinks all I want is sex.

Well, I guess I have to prove that there’s more to Drake Donovan other than hockey and sex.

I release my hold on her, and she staggers over toward the wall beneath the stairs that lead to the second floor. She leans back against the wall, pressing her heel to the painted brick. We stare at each other, unsure of what to say.

Without a word, she steals the beer from my hand and tilts the bottle to her lips. She takes a few sips before a smile stretches across her lips. She hands the bottle back to me with a defiant look on her face.

I cock an eyebrow at her, confused by her sudden change of behavior.

She looks so fucking pretty with her long, dark hair framing her face.

As usual, she’s not wearing makeup, just that pink gloss that makes my dick rock hard when she rubs her pouty lips together.

I move closer, and she doesn’t stop me. Our mouths are so close I can feel her breath on my lips and notice the slightest change in her breathing.

She wants me.

Her body tells me so.

There’s no denying she does, not when her nipples are so hard they’re poking through her tight tank and rubbing against my chest. She stills in front of me, unmoving, as if waiting in anticipation of a kiss.

Should I kiss her?

I have no clue if she’ll hit me or kiss me back.

Before I can decide, she speaks against my lips. “I’m hungry.” She rubs her flat stomach, the seam of her shirt riding up to expose some of her bare flesh. “Take me to get something to eat, and then you can take me home.”

“You’re so bossy,” I counter.

“You said you would take me home. Either you want to or not. And if you do, I want to get food on the way home.”

“How about one more drink before we go?”

She ponders my question for far too long and then nods. “Okay. One drink and then we’re out of here, you got it?”

For someone who doesn’t have a car, she’s awfully controlling. But I don’t mind Taylor telling me what to do. My attraction to her increases with every angry look or nasty comment she makes. I love feisty women. And I love the way she snaps at me, always a comeback on the tip of her tongue.

After I get two beers from the bar, I steer her toward the dance floor, where the club is in full swing.

Hundreds of people surround us. Sweat glistens off the bodies of those grinding on each other.

Using my body, I shield Taylor from everyone and push our way through the crowd, moving her in front of me.

I slide my left hand to her hip, the other on her shoulder as I steer us away from the masses.

We settle in an open space in the middle of the floor, giving us just enough room to join our bodies together.

Taylor spins around so we’re facing. She presses her palm to my chest and looks up at me, her bright blue eyes wide and slicing through me.

Everything and everyone around us disappears in this moment.

Taylor has me under her spell, and I haven’t even kissed her yet.

She must be a witch. That explains the voodoo this girl is working on me.

My skin ignites as if there’s a fire brewing beneath it when Taylor slides her hand up my arm and lifts the beer in her other hand to her lips.

She grips my thick bicep with her fingers, unable to get her hand around it.

Holding onto me, she sways her hips with a sensual look in her eyes and digs her nails into my skin.

She wants me.

I want her.

There’s nothing left to say.

Chugging her beer, Taylor turns around so her back is facing me and rubs her ass on my body. My dick grows even harder, digging into her. She’s doing this to torture me. To taunt me. This is all part of some sick master plan to drive me insane. It has to be.

Taylor drops to the floor, low enough that I get a pleasant view of her ass.

She has some serious moves, and she sure knows how to work her killer curves.

Every once in a while, she peeks over her shoulder at me.

It drives me fucking wild. My cock lengthens with each movement she makes, every look she gives me.

I will have the worst case of blue balls if she doesn’t let me bend her over.

I have to fuck her. Need to be inside her.

But then those memories of the past come flooding back, forcing me to push the bad thoughts away.

It happens every time. No matter how hard I try to overcome that terrible incident, I can’t get past it.

Judging by the look in Taylor’s eyes, she wants me to touch her back. So, why am I acting like a pussy? My hand is at my side, the other tipping the beer to my lips as I watch Taylor do what she wants to me.

I lean forward to whisper in her ear, and she stills from my breath on her skin. “Keep grinding on my dick like that, and I’ll show you what I do to bad girls.”

Taylor stops shaking her ass and tilts her head back so that our eyes meet. “Is that a threat?”

Moving my hand to her hip, I pull her into my chest. “It’s whatever you want it to be.”

She smiles. “Sounds like a challenge.”

“I’ll do whatever it takes to get you.”

Naked, I leave out.

“You want me, work for it,” she counters.

Game on, baby. Game on.