Page 35 of Dealing Dirty
Juliana, Hazel, and Cassidy twirl around a group of men and women that have gathered around them to dance. Three older men bob and weave around the girls, holding their beers with a tight grip, trying not to spill any. Their round bellies poke out of their black leather vests while they shake their hips.
I don’t believe my eyes. These grown-ass, hardened bikers are pelvic thrusting their way across the makeshift dance floor. One even has his helmet on, the straps slapping against his flushed face. Hazel reaches for the straps, smiling wickedly as she threads them between her fingers before guiding the man in front of Juliana.
She gives him a hard spank to the beat of the music, and he howls like a dog, drawing hoots and hollers from their audience.
Cassidy’s chest heaves as she sneaks off the dance floor and steps over to Jack.
“Oh my gosh,” she says, running a hand over her damp forehead. Her wild hair curls at her temples. “I feel like I’m going to pass out.”
I reach to guide her to a chair just out of reach, but she swats my hand away. “Oh, Derrick. Quit fussin’!”
My hand halts where it’s held out to her. Jack shrugs, sympathetic.
“Don’t overdo it, Cass. You’re making me nervous,” I say, amused by her annoyance.
Her long locks wind in her hand as she drapes them over her shoulder. “He’s worse than you,” she mutters.
Jack leans in to kiss her, smiling against her lips. “And aren’t you lucky to have us?”
Juliana tosses her head back, flinging her dark brown hair around wildly. She’s wearing a thin cloth jumper that shows off her muscular legs. With every jump and shimmy, I get a glimpse at the curve of her full round ass, and I struggle with my inner beast, who whispers for me take a bite.
She’s so fucking beautiful.
There are a lot of men in this bar who watch her. I don’t have to be a genius to know what they’re thinking. But they don’t know her fire like I do. They don’t know how to stoke her flames or reciprocate the energy she unknowingly breathes into me.
Juliana spins around without a care in the world. Her hair fans out behind her and ruby-red lipstick lines an infectious smile that swathes the room with joy. I haven’t seen her this blissful in a long time, and somewhere along the way, without even realizing it, I started wishing for her to find that happiness again.
I pull at the collar of my shirt, shifting my gaze when she catches my eyes on her.
The song ends and she bends over, resting her hands on her knees as she catches her breath. She waves to Hazel and the guys before righting herself.
Being around her reminds me of being back in junior high when I was crushing hard on the popular girl. She let me borrow her pencil once—the one with the rainbow butterfly eraser—and I was hiding boners behind textbooks for weeks after that.
This… I’m not exactly sure whatthisis, but it’s bigger than a crush.
My heart thunders wildly. Her confidence is sexy as hell as she slinks her way over to me. Metal screeches behind me, and I run a hand through my hair, nice and casual, like I didn’t just stumble into a chair.
“Enjoy the show, big boy?” One of her perfectly manicured fingers trails a line from my sternum to my belt buckle. The teasing hellcat curls that finger over the top of my jeans, searing my skin with a simple touch.
The walls around us melt away to nothing while I study the varying hues in her big brown eyes. Rusty tables and chairs, along with everybody in here, completely vanish.
In my mind, it’s only us.
Juliana quirks a brow. She feels the effect she has on me at the tip of her finger, and I remind myself that the heated promises in her gaze are part of the deal we made—and nothing more.
The suggestion of her hand in my pants has me spinning wild ideas. I won’t make it another night without burying myself inside her, and giving us that hot, fast pleasure we’re desperate for.
I lean in, forcing that lone finger a little deeper into my jeans, and press my mouth against her temple. “I want to show you something.”
Juliana replaces her hand with her gaze when I straighten, and those sweet parted lips give me a sense of satisfaction. She knows exactly what I’m implying, and her body practically screams for me to follow through.
She trails behind me as we move past the main bar and into the back hall, completely out of sight. I’m thinking quickly as my heart pounds in the center of my chest.
The kitchen is too public. The locker rooms are too accessible—
“Here,” she says, bumping open the door to Jack’s office with her hip.
When I glance back over my shoulder, Jack and Cassidy are across the bar, remaining the center of everyone’s attention.
