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“The guys should be here soon,” Aria tells me. “Clutch said they reserved a booth.”
At the bar, one of the male bartenders finds us instantly. Once we have our drinks, we set off to find the guys.
21
Sketch
This week has beenbusy as hell. We’re slowly getting the New Orleans clubhouse together. Next week, we’ll be focusing more on their businesses. They already have an auto repair shop so next on the list is a strip club. There’s one maybe thirty minutes from the clubhouse we found for sale. The previous owners couldn’t keep up with it anymore and sold it for dirt cheap. Gator and I will check it out on Monday to see what all needs to be done to fix it up and get more business in. It’s in a great location and has amazing potential.
For tonight, we enjoy ourselves. Gator told us about this night club last time we were in town. He mentioned knowing the owner and has plans to talk to them about turning this place into a club business. It would be a good business to have. Great atmosphere, good music. We’ll see what Gator can work out with the owner. Shortly after we’re settled in our booth we reserved for the night, a waitress walks up to take our drink order.
“I’ll get those drinks out right away,” the waitress says after we all tell her what we want. As soon as she walks away, a certain blonde hair, brown eyed beauty catches my eye.
“Hey, fellas,” Aria says. My eyes are locked on Wren. She looks sexy as sin in a black crop top that shows off her tattoo and her midriff.
“Hey, Little Bird. Nice tattoo.” I smirk and wink at her.
“Hey,” she says, nonchalant. She takes a sip of her pink drink, her eyes never leaving mine. Elena nudges her shoulder then whispers something in her ear, causing Wren to tear her gaze away from me. “Ches, why aren’t you at the shop?”
“My last client of the night canceled on me, so I thought I’d enjoy a night out,” he tells her. By her expression, I would guess she doesn’t believe what he said.
“Wren, come dance with me,” Harper says to her. Wren hesitates.
“I’ll watch your drink for you,” Elena offers.
“Thanks, E.” Wren hands her the drink, glances at me, then heads to the dance floor with Harper. I stand from my seat to let Elena slide in next to Cheshire, keeping an eye on Wren the whole time. Vegas and Outlaw leave the table to search for chicks to hit on while Gator is talking with Cheshire about the Mad Tatter.
“Why don’t you go ask her to dance,” Elena whispers to me. I watch her for another song before I make my way to her.
“Can I cut in,” I ask.
“She’s all yours.” Harper smiles. I take Wren’s hand and spin her around.Senoritaby Camila Cabello and Shawn Mendes begins. I pull Wren close, so our fronts are touching. We move to the beat effortlessly. Spinning her a second time, I bring her back to my front. Her body melts into mine, and she lifts her arms up and around my neck. Her hips move in time with the beat, grinding against my front. I do my best to keep up with the music, but the mix of her scent and her body so close to me has me in a haze.
The song transitions intoCall You Mineby the Chainsmokers and Bebe Rexha. Wren turns around in my arms, snaking her hands around the back of my neck again. Halfway through the song, her dancing slows. Our gazes locked on each other, something shifts between us. A strand of hair falls in her face. With a gentle finger, I slide it back behind her ear. The touch causes her eyes to flutter. When she opens her eyes again, there’s a trace of lust mixed with something else shining in them.
I lean down, brushing my lips against hers. A small gasp escapes her mouth as I slide my tongue along her bottom lip, tasting watermelon Jolly Rancher. Wren reciprocates the movement, her hand sliding into my hair. I take a risk and deepen the kiss. She sighs into my mouth, kissing me back. I pull away enough to rest my forehead against hers.
“That was . . .” I pause
“Amazing,” she finishes my sentence.
I chuckle, and her cheeks turn pink. “Yeah, amazing. There’s no way in hell I’ll be forgetting that kiss.”
“Sketch.” Her eyes are searching mine. For what, I’m not sure. I bring my hand up, cupping her face, caressing her cheek with my thumb.
“Little Bird, the ball is in your court. Whatever happens next is your call,” I tell her.
“So, if I wanted to do that again?”
“Just say the word,” I say.
“Word.” She smirks, making me smile. I slide my hand into her hair, gently pulling her face to mine. I cover her lips with mine, sliding my tongue into her mouth. She’s bolder this time, circling my tongue with hers. At this moment, nothing else matters, nothing else exists. It’s just Wren and me. I hold her a little tighter, and she moans into my mouth again.
Slowly, she begins to pull away, sucking my bottom lip into her mouth before she does. Between that and the moan, my dick is rock hard and with as close as she is, there’s no doubt she feels it. Without her lips on mine, reality comes crashing back. The music seems louder than before.
“I think I need something to drink,” Wren says. A shy smile crosses her face.
I wrap my arm around her shoulders. “Let’s head back to the table.”
