Once I feel the alcohol kick in, my words come a little easier. “What do you usually call your women?”
“Never gave it much thought before. I guess I go with the standard sweetheart.” He says as runs his hands across his jawline.
“Well, I feel honored for the upgrade in status.”
“I’m glad you feel that way. You are definitely an upgrade from the usual women here.”
"Good line, very smooth.” We finish our drinks and he pulls me up to him.
He smiles, “Well I am saving a few more of those lines for later. Want to hit the floor again or would you like to get out of here? It's your choice, baby girl."
Can I do this? It's been so long. I know what my original plan was for tonight, but I also know once we leave, there is no turning back. I was having a war in my head. The good girl says, “Stay, you don’t know a thing about this guy.” Party girl says, “Go, get dirty, let’s party. And by party, I mean get laid.” Who do I listen to?
"Let's go, I just have to tell my girls."
He pulls my back to his front, “Lead the way." He never breaks contact with my body, the whole way to my friends.
I find Aly first. I whisper in her ear (more like yell), "I'm outta here. I'll call you tomorrow.”
She looks behind me asking, "Who’s the stud attached to your back? Are you going to introduce me?”
“Aly, this is Caleb. Caleb, this is Aly.” I say it quickly because I know what is coming next. Aly will go all protective momma bear on his ass.
She walks purposely next to Caleb and says, "You take care of my girl. She needs to have fun for once, but you be good to her. If not, you will deal with all us girls. Now go make some noise."
"Aly, I promise, I will take the best care of her." Caleb says and he winks at Aly. She laughs and turns away.
Chapter Three
Caleb
What I thought would be a usual night out with my boys is definitely turning out to be better than I expected. I’m twenty-eight years old. Probably getting too old for the club scene. Most of the girls here when they see a good-looking guy, they dance a little harder, let us buy them a drink, even flirt a little. I’m down with the games they play, but I’m not okay with the ones who talk the talk, but in the end just tease. After all, I’m a man with needs. Lately, those needs have been put on the back burner.
Tonight, I have an itch that needs to be scratched. Time for me to have a little fun--a much needed night out. Music, alcohol and women. I know I won’t have any problems finding someone willing for the evening. Just so you don’t think I am a total man-whore, I do not fuck all of them. As long as we both get off in some way, shape, or form, all parties walk away with a smile.
While sitting at the bar, knocking back a beer with my boys, three girls come up beside us. My eyes immediately start scanning the brunette. She's a fine piece. Her body is stacked, all hips, tits and ass, like an old time pin up model. Watching her lick her lips causes my dick to jump, letting me know it was still awake.
When a song she seems to like comes on, she screams, throwing her hands in the air. I take a big sip of my beer to cover my laugh. The girls are unaware that my boys are completely checking them out. Before I know it, Brunette is skimming the crowd, heading back to the dance floor. My eyes follow her the whole time, making sure she is alone, not here with someone.
My boy, Bentley, hits my shoulder, “Which one you got your eyes on?” Without taking my eyes off her, I stake my claim. He seems happy with my answer, “Good, I didn’t want to flip you for the blonde.”
It’s my lucky night, Brunette is dancing with a bunch of girls. Bentley’s prospect, however, is now in some guy’s arms. “Sorry man, looks like you’re out of luck.”
Sitting on the stool, I watch her for a moment. Damn, the woman knows how to shake it. You see, I like women to have something I can grab. And the way her hips move, she had me at half-mast just watching her across the dance floor. Finishing my beer in one gulp, I place the empty bottle on the bar, saying goodnight to my boys. If I’m lucky enough, I won’t see them again until work tomorrow morning. With that, I make my way to the dance floor.
After a few dances and a drink, I’m ready to get out of here. I know I can convince her to leave with me. Her friend stops me to give me a warning before we head out the front door. And I like the way she is protective of Kat. Grabbing her hips from behind, I pull her close so she could feel my growing excitement on her backside. "You're mine for tonight. Where we going? It’s your choice.” Kat looks at me with questioning eyes. "Where do you want to go, baby?”